Exposing Ma Hongjun! Ning Rongrong Loses Her Temper!

"Ma Hongjun, you should know this yourself, right?" Tang Lan suddenly asked.

Ma Hongjun was completely baffled.

"Know what?"

Tang Lan sneered and bluntly exposed him.

"Although this evil fire of yours has side effects, it also keeps you full of energy at all times."

"If you trained desperately, you could fully expend the evil fire and reduce its negative effects to the lowest possible level."

"Your achievements would surely far surpass those of your peers by now."

"But you chose the easiest way to vent it: eating and finding women."

"You've been living quite happily, haven't you?"

Ma Hongjun froze!

How had Tang Lan figured him out so thoroughly in just a dozen seconds?

Flender's face darkened in anger at the sight!

He had actually been deceived?

Without the Inner Force of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, he could not see through the essence of that strange aura.

Combined with Ma Hongjun's misleading insinuations, that was why he had made the wrong judgment.

But Ma Hongjun himself could not possibly have been unaware!

"Ma Hongjun!" Flender roared. "Is this what I taught you? You even lied to your master?!"

Slap—

Ma Hongjun dropped straight to his knees before Flender.

"Master! I was wrong!"

"But training to burn it off is too exhausting!"

"I secretly tried it before. No human being could keep that up!"

Tears and snot streamed down his face as his true feelings poured out.

Flender's heart softened.

He was only a child, after all. Being playful was...

But the moment his gaze swept over Tang Lan, he suppressed that thought.

For Tang Lan to achieve such monstrous results, how much hardship must he have endured in private?

Other people's children could endure it, so why couldn't you?

"From now on, you are forbidden from going to those places!" Flender said ruthlessly. "All your future training will be doubled! If you fail to finish it, don't even think about eating!"

Ma Hongjun let out a miserable howl!

Wasn't this going to kill him?

He wanted to beg Flender for mercy, but Flender sent him flying with a single kick.

"You can choose to ignore my words, but from this day onward, you will no longer be my, Flender's, disciple!"

The moment those words came out—

Ma Hongjun understood that there was no room for negotiation.

"Understood, Master. I'll do my best—"

"Hmm?!"

"No! I will strictly follow your standards!" Ma Hongjun hurriedly corrected his attitude.

"Scram!"

With a miserable face, Ma Hongjun turned and sprinted away.

Eighty laps!

If he did not hurry,

Forget dinner—even supper would be long gone by the time he finished!

"Ah..."

Flender let out a heavy sigh—

"Hongjun was abandoned by his father when he was young."

"After I took him in as a disciple, I spoiled him a little more."

"I never expected it would nurture such a lazy, slippery personality..."

Tang Lan offered no comment.

Ma Hongjun's character problems really were inseparable from the way he had been raised.

"Then, Dean, if there's nothing else, I'll go run?"

"Go."

"Oh, right, Dean." Tang Lan said, "Running by itself doesn't mean much. It would be better to have Teacher Zhao use Gravity Enhancement. Running under weight would improve everything more comprehensively."

Flender looked at Tang Lan in surprise.

Zhao Wuji's Gravity Enhancement was not as simple as adding weight.

It targeted not only the muscles, but also the bones, internal organs, and even the meridians.

It was not merely exhausting—it became agonizing after a while.

After all—

Who could stand having a lead ball hanging from their heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys for too long?

But Tang Lan had experienced that soul skill yesterday.

Since he still dared to bring it up...

"Then we'll give it a try." Flender nodded.

He called back those who were running.

Unexpectedly—

Ning Rongrong was nowhere to be seen.

Flender's expression turned ugly as he looked directly at Dai Mubai, who had been leading them.

"Ning Rongrong said she was tired halfway through and went to take a bath," Dai Mubai bluntly revealed.

Flender was furious!

"Mubai, go bring her here!"

"Yes, Dean!"

Dai Mubai hurried off.

With a dark face, Flender explained Tang Lan's idea.

Oscar and the others changed expressions, looking at Tang Lan with resentment—you show-off, did you really have to remind the teacher to give us extra work?

"What do you mean by that?" Xiao Wu said unhappily. "Brother is doing this for everyone's good, not trying to hurt you!"

"No, no." Ma Hongjun hurriedly explained. "I didn't mean anything else, it's just... it's just..."

Tang Lan waved his hand, unconcerned.

After some time,

They would understand how fortunate it was to have a "Gravity Room" for body training.

"Teacher Zhao, begin."

Zhao Wuji did not waste words. He immediately summoned his soul rings and activated his soul skill.

Because of his "image problem," he wore a hooded robe that concealed his face beneath the hood.

In that rushed moment,

Other than Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, who each grabbed Tang Lan in time from either side and steadied themselves,

Everyone else's legs went weak, and they collapsed flat onto the ground.

"Whoa! Teacher Zhao! Why did you ambush us?" Oscar cried dramatically. "Why are you wearing a robe in broad daylight?"

His answer was the slowly increasing gravity.

"Looks like the gravity still isn't enough. You still have the leisure to pay attention to such things!" Zhao Wuji said calmly.

This time, Oscar received the resentful looks.

Why did you have to run your mouth?

And unlike Tang Lan, Ma Hongjun could freely lash out at Oscar.

"Uncle Big Sausage, just stop talking!"

Oscar felt utterly wronged!

What was wrong with Zhao Wuji today? It was like he had eaten Gunpowder!

"Enough, stop lying there." Flender scolded. "Look at Xiao Lan. He's already jogging, and he's dragging three people with him!"

Oscar struggled to raise his head.

Sure enough, he saw Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing on either side, each holding onto a strand of Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor as Tang Lan led them in a light jog.

Tang San was also hanging on at the back, leaving one solid footprint after another.

Good lord!

Was this guy's physique really that monstrous?

We're all men. We can't lose to him!

Oscar gritted his teeth and pushed himself upright. His legs trembled as he shuffled forward step by step.

Seeing this, Ma Hongjun could only rise to his feet with a bitter face.

He trailed behind the group.

This made Flender deeply dissatisfied.

Ma Hongjun was a Battle Soul Master!

Could Oscar, a Support Soul Master, really have a better physique than him?

Then—

His gaze fell on Tang Lan again.

It lingered especially on the bracers, belt, and shoes for a moment.

It seemed Ma Hongjun's willpower needed a proper tempering.

Half an hour later,

Dai Mubai returned with an ugly expression, dragging back Ning Rongrong, whose hands had been tied with rope.

Clearly, things had not gone pleasantly just now.

"Flender!" Ning Rongrong exploded the moment she saw him. "You're just a mere Seven-Ring Soul Sage, and you dared to have someone tie up this Miss?"

Her arrogant, spoiled manner drew everyone's attention.

Tang Lan also looked over.

It seemed that although last night's lesson had made Ning Rongrong come to her senses,

Her spoiled temperament had seeped into her bones. Once her emotions flared up, she still could not control that young miss's temper.

This was going to be interesting.

Flender's expression darkened!

He waved Dai Mubai into the group.

He touched the "Imperial Sword" at his chest—Ning Fengzhi's letter.

His confidence surged.

I refuse to believe I can't handle a little girl like you!