Willpower

Oscar's face immediately fell. Reluctant and unwilling, he walked over to Flander and bowed. Only when he saw Ning Rongrong come to stand beside him did his expression improve somewhat.

Flander waved a hand. "The rest of you may go rest.

Remember, get yourselves into peak condition before nightfall.

Don't say I didn't warn you. This academy's teaching is different from anywhere else. You may even face danger."

Zhu Zhuqing walked away without looking back, and this time, Dai Mubai did not chase after her.

Ma Hongjun slipped away just as quickly, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Bai Ge followed him directly.

Having accepted someone's request, he had to faithfully carry it out. Since he had promised Sword Douluo to take good care of Rongrong, Bai Ge naturally could not simply leave her alone.

Flander did not mind. He said to Oscar and Ning Rongrong, "Everyone has their own method of cultivation.

Different martial souls require vastly different cultivation methods.

On the Douluo Continent, there are almost no completely identical martial souls.

Therefore, what the academy will teach you is not how to cultivate your martial souls, but how to use them.

How to better preserve yourselves and assist your comrades in future battles."

Oscar seemed to have heard similar words before. He lowered his head noncommittally, while Ning Rongrong nodded in deep agreement.

Flander continued, "As a support-type Spirit Master, running away is an essential quality. A support-type Spirit Master who cannot run away is not a good Spirit Master.

And what does running away require? Stamina.

Although, as Spirit Masters, your Soul Power enhances you, making your physical fitness somewhat stronger than that of ordinary people.

The enemies you will face, however, will be their battle-type Spirit Masters.

Therefore, as support-type Spirit Masters, you likewise need physical training.

At a critical moment, perhaps running just one extra step will let you survive."

Bai Ge sighed. Wasn't that obvious?

Cultivation on the Douluo Continent was simply meditation and absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Then, the quality of one's martial soul determined how quickly one absorbed spiritual energy.

It was not until later—thirty thousand years later, in the fourth installment, Ultimate Douluo—that the "Mysterious Heaven Skill" was made public as a basic textbook for everyone.

Let alone in this era.

People on the Douluo Continent basically had no concept of cultivation techniques.

Qian Renxue had it a little better, with an exclusive meditation method passed down by the Angel God.

The entire power system of the Douluo Continent was built entirely upon Spirit Rings.

Let alone combat techniques.

A senior had put it well: if you could not win, then at least you had to be able to run away.

Otherwise, you would lose your life.

Therefore, Bai Ge had no objection to Flander making Rongrong run.

This girl's willpower truly needed proper tempering.

The Innate Formless Sword Qi Bai Ge had asked Sword Douluo to teach her still had not made much progress.

To be honest, Bai Ge was already considering whether he should just buy her an AK47 with infinite bullets from the system.

But no matter what, Rongrong's willpower had to be thoroughly tempered through this opportunity.

After Flander's lengthy speech, he nodded at Oscar and Ning Rongrong. "Your lesson today is physical training.

Starting now, run twenty laps around the entire village. If you have not returned by lunchtime, then you will not be eating lunch.

You may use your martial souls to assist yourselves.

Now, set off. Oscar will lead the way."

After the two set off, Bai Ge followed them.

Although the village where Shrek Academy was located was not large, the entire village Flander referred to included the farmland within it.

One lap was at least over three kilometers.

Twenty laps was a rather terrifying number.

In Bai Ge's view, it was unnecessary. Ten laps would have been enough.

Even marathons in his previous life were only forty-two kilometers.

Ten laps were already over thirty kilometers.

That was nearly more than half a full marathon, and for Little Princess Ning Rongrong, it was already enough.

Do not forget, aside from Tang San and Bai Ge, those two cheaters, Ning Rongrong was only twelve years old.

Teaching according to aptitude and adapting to local conditions—if Shrek did not even understand such a simple principle, it might as well close down sooner rather than later.

Night fell. Shrek Academy's dean, Flander the Four-Eyed Cat Eagle, stood on the large training field, looking at all seven students before him.

Dai Mubai, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, and Zhu Zhuqing, whose face was cold but whose appearance was neat and sharp, had all prepared for the evening class. Each of them was brimming with energy.

However, Flander's attention was not on them, but on the other two students.

"Oscar, have you finished twenty laps?" Flander's gaze felt sharp, making people afraid to meet his eyes.

For some reason, Tang San had not seen any of the academy's other teachers appear throughout the entire day, including Zhao Wuji. It seemed that the academy contained only the seven students and this dean.

Oscar coughed and nodded. "Dean, I finished."

Flander snorted coldly. "I asked whether you two finished, not whether you did."

Oscar turned to Ning Rongrong. She was looking at him as well, her beautiful large eyes full of innocence.

"Enough. I was the one who told Rongrong to run only ten laps. Stop making a fuss!"

Accompanied by a crisp metallic clatter, Bai Ge appeared before everyone in a suit of Golden Saint Cloth.

"Kid, what do you mean by this?" Flander's expression darkened.

"Everything needs a process. You eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time. Don't you understand such a simple principle?

By the common standards of the Spirit Master world, asking a support-type Spirit Master to sprint sixty kilometers from morning until noon is unrealistic to begin with.

And you actually knew that Rongrong could not do it. In truth, you merely wanted to take her down a peg.

All you have to rely on is that letter Uncle Ning gave you."

With Bai Ge exposing his secrets, Flander became somewhat angry. "Kid, what do you mean?"

"Nothing. Just a reminder that Sword Douluo is upright and may not do anything to you.

But Bone Douluo is both righteous and wicked. As long as Rongrong secretly complains to him when Uncle Ning is not around after she returns, it would be considered light punishment if he merely broke both your legs."

After hearing this, cold sweat ran down Flander's back.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong's martial soul was the Bone Dragon, inherently inclined toward undead and dark attributes.

What sort of personality would such a Titled Douluo have? It went without saying.

Before Rongrong, he was her kind, amiable, and amusing Bone Grandpa.

Before others, he was a level ninety-five Titled Douluo who struck fear into all who heard his name and shook the world with his might!

Flander was shrewd, but he refused to admit defeat. "But violating the academy rules is a fact!"

"The strong are respected. Since I am the one backing Rongrong, come at me!"

"Good kid! You've got guts!" Flander laughed in fury. "Name your terms!"

"If I win, we follow my standards. If I lose, I'll compensate you with one million Gold Spirit Coins!"

The moment he heard the words "one million Gold Spirit Coins," Flander's eyes turned green. "It's a deal!"