Night fell over the training ground.
Flender looked at the seven students before him. Yes, seven, not eight, because Zhao Hao, the eighth student, had broken his leg and could not take part in tonight's lesson.
Flender found this utterly baffling. A Spirit Master with the Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear Martial Soul had actually sprained his ankle badly enough to break his leg while walking? Anyone who heard that would die laughing.
In the line, Oscar and Ning Rongrong were drenched in sweat, both bracing their hands on their knees, their clothes nearly soaked through. Their stamina had almost reached its limit. This time, Ning Rongrong had not slacked off like she had in the original story, but gritted her teeth and completed all twenty laps.
Flender, who had already been prepared to discipline Ning Rongrong, could not help thinking in disappointment, This little witch from Sect Leader Ning's family doesn't seem to live up to her reputation. She's rather obedient.
However, Flender did not know that Ning Rongrong had suffered such a heavy blow that she had restrained her temper. Otherwise, she would have definitely clashed with a mere Soul Saint like him.
"Oscar, Ning Rongrong, you both did very well. You completed the task I assigned you. Now, I will give you two choices. First, go back, wash up, eat, and rest. Second, you do not need to take tonight's lesson. I will give you ten minutes to wash up, then come with me to watch their lesson. As for dinner, you can eat on the way."
The moment he said that, Oscar immediately said, "Dean, I don't—"
Before Oscar could finish, Ning Rongrong shouted, "The second option!"
Ning Rongrong had not planned to go at first, but when she thought about seeing how these freakish talents did that...