Ning Rongrong's face darkened. She pouted, but obediently started running anyway.
The four of them kept running. At first, Oscar could still chat with Huo Yuhao, but after ten laps, he could no longer spare the attention to talk.
Oscar was a boy after all, and his Soul Power was three levels higher than Ning Rongrong's, so he was in slightly better shape. Ning Rongrong was already beading with fragrant sweat across her forehead, and her breathing had grown heavy.
Only Huo Yuhao and Xiao Wu still breathed evenly, without shedding a single drop of sweat.
Xiao Wu cheered Oscar and Ning Rongrong on from behind. "Your physical fitness is seriously too weak. Even the dogs in the village run faster than you. At this rate, how are you supposed to outrun Battle Soul Masters?"
"My Soul Power Level is the same as Oscar's. If I were chasing him down, he'd have died a hundred times already. You two need to train more!"
After another ten laps, Oscar's breathing had become labored as well. His undershirt was nearly soaked through, and his steps had grown heavy. Ning Rongrong was in even worse shape. She was practically walking instead of running now, her legs feeling as though they had been filled with lead.
Ning Rongrong panted heavily. "Huo... Huo Yuhao... can I... rest for a bit... I'm so tired... I really don't want to move anymore..."
Huo Yuhao finally spoke. "You have to finish these thirty laps. This isn't your limit. Instead of wasting energy talking, you'd be better off running a few more steps..."
After a pause, Huo Yuhao continued, "Your previous physical training was far too gentle. Honestly, your current physical condition is terrible. Before I even reached level twenty, my physical fitness was already comparable to yours. I