Another Spar!

After wolfing down the last mouthful of food, Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong had already collapsed into a heap. Zhu Zhuqing leaned against the tree trunk as well, too exhausted to even move a finger.

Just then, Jiang Chen walked over and stopped in front of them, sweeping his gaze over the three girls.

It had to be said that the three beauties, each with her own charms, lying against the tree trunk made for quite a lovely sight.

But this was not the time to admire them.

Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze and asked, "You're all full and rested, right? Who wants to be treated first?"

Compared to group healing, the Glazed Green Lotus's single-target healing was more effective and consumed less Soul Power.

At those words, Xiao Wu shot upright, her eyes lighting up.

"Me first! Me first!"

She had missed that wonderfully refreshing feeling of being nourished by the Green Lotus so much.

Jiang Chen did not waste words. The Glazed Green Lotus appeared in his palm, and its soft emerald light seeped through his hand into Xiao Wu's body.

Xiao Wu immediately let out a muffled "Mmm" and narrowed her eyes. Like a cat being stroked the right way, her entire body visibly relaxed, and the pallor on her little face gradually gave way to a rosy glow.

"Phew, this still feels the best..."

Xiao Wu stretched her body, her joints cracking with sharp pops.

It seemed she was getting addicted to this feeling.

Because Xiao Wu made no effort to avoid Jiang Chen while stretching, the young girl's curvaceous figure was fully displayed before his eyes.

When did this girl grow up...

From being completely flat at first, to a budding lotus just beginning to show its tip, and now to being fully developed.

It had to be said, this girl had really grown up.

Seemingly noticing Jiang Chen's gaze, Xiao Wu was just about to say something when his words cut her off.

"Alright, alright, stop showing off in front of me. You're covered in stinky sweat. Hurry back and wash up. Next."

As Jiang Chen spoke, he impatiently waved his hand.

The moment Xiao Wu heard that, her pretty face flushed bright red. She sprang to her feet indignantly. "You're the one who stinks! I smell nice, alright?!"

Her words were tough, but she still instinctively sniffed herself and found that she did indeed smell a little sweaty.

It was not obvious, but someone as clean-loving as her could not stand it. She did not even bother arguing with Jiang Chen anymore, merely glaring at him before hurriedly running back to the dormitory.

Jiang Chen ignored her and turned to Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing. "Who's next?"

Ning Rongrong immediately raised her hand. Forgetting all about appearances, she dragged her aching, weak body over to Jiang Chen with an expectant look on her face.

"My turn, my turn!"

Zhu Zhuqing did not move. She merely glanced quietly at Ning Rongrong, then lowered her head to look at the hem of her dust-covered clothes.

The green lotus appeared in Jiang Chen's palm once more, and emerald light flowed into Ning Rongrong's body.

She stiffened at first, then her whole body softened like melting sugar as she let out a long breath.

"Ah... I finally feel alive again..."

She secretly raised her eyes to peek at Jiang Chen, muttering inwardly.

This guy might be annoying when he spoke, but this healing ability of his... was seriously amazing.

Sigh, it would be perfect if he were mute.

Jiang Chen did not know what Ning Rongrong was muttering to herself. Once he sensed that her body had mostly recovered, he withdrew the Green Lotus and spoke calmly.

"Next."

Zhu Zhuqing said nothing. She simply walked silently over to him and slowly closed her eyes.

Jiang Chen could even see her slightly trembling eyelashes and the unsteady rise and fall of her ample chest.

Why did this scene feel like he was bullying an innocent young girl?

Jiang Chen shook his head. The Glazed Green Lotus bloomed with emerald radiance again, slowly enveloping Zhu Zhuqing.

The instant the light covered Zhu Zhuqing, her body trembled slightly. Her stunning curves nearly made Jiang Chen stare blankly.

Sure enough, he still could not resist the temptation of something big.

Ten breaths later, Jiang Chen had just withdrawn the Green Lotus and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

Zhu Zhuqing opened her eyes and nodded at Jiang Chen. "Thank you."

Her voice was still cool and clear, yet it carried a little more gentleness than before.

"Ahem, it's nothing."

Jiang Chen casually waved his hand. "Now that you're all healed, hurry back and rest. Tomorrow's training will be even tougher."

"Devil!"

Ning Rongrong, who had been sprawled by the tree, let out a weak wail. Struggling to her feet, she tugged at Zhu Zhuqing's sleeve.

"Zhuqing, let's go... If we stay any longer, I'm afraid he'll come up with ways to torture us tomorrow too."

Zhu Zhuqing gave a quiet "Mm." Yet when she turned around, her steps were noticeably lighter.

Only when she passed Jiang Chen did she cast him a swift sidelong glance from the corner of her eye.

Late at night, in the girls' dormitory.

After washing up, Ning Rongrong sat at the table and carefully spread out a sheet of letter paper beneath the lamplight.

Resting her chin on one hand, she held her pen suspended for quite a while before finally beginning to write with a scratch.

"Father, Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa..."

She had only written the opening when Xiao Wu leaned over, hunching down to sneak a look. "Rongrong, why are you still writing instead of sleeping?"

Ning Rongrong slapped a hand over the letter, the tips of her ears turning red. "I-I'm writing a letter home!"

"Home?"

Xiao Wu blinked and did not suspect anything, assuming Ning Rongrong was homesick.

"Alright, I'll leave the lamp on for you. Remember to turn it off when you're done."

"Got it."

After Xiao Wu left, Ning Rongrong sat back down and continued writing, stroke by stroke.

As she wrote, the corners of her lips unconsciously curled upward.

After several consecutive days of hellish special training, everyone at Shrek Academy improved considerably.

During that time, after Flender specifically introduced Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar to the others, the three also joined the special training.

Although the three girls did not have a good impression of Dai Mubai, they did not show it out of respect for Flender.

"Brother Chen, it seems we haven't sparred in a while."

"I've gained some insights recently and would like to spar with you."

At night, in the open space outside the boys' dormitory.

Tang San had been waiting at the entrance for a long time before Jiang Chen finally returned.

These past few days, they had both been busy training, and Brother Chen left early and returned late. Other than sleeping, he practically never saw Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen stopped and raised a brow at Tang San. "Oh? Tang San, itching for another beating? Sure, I could use some exercise."

The two stood facing each other in the open space.

Tang San took a deep breath. Purple light flashed in his eyes, and the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track instantly activated beneath his feet. He closed in like a phantom, jade-colored light gleaming from his palms.

His Jade Hand had been pushed to its limit.

"Your speed has improved."

Jiang Chen chuckled. Only when Tang San's palm wind reached him did he slightly shift his shoulder, allowing the fierce strike to skim past his clothes.

At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, accurately catching Tang San's wrist and pulling him along with the motion.

Tang San felt an irresistible force surge toward him, causing him to stagger forward involuntarily.

He reacted swiftly. His left leg lashed out like a whip at Jiang Chen's lower body, while his captured right wrist twisted cleverly in an attempt to break free.

Jiang Chen's golden eyes glinted. The hand gripping Tang San suddenly exerted force and pressed downward, instantly throwing Tang San's sweeping leg off balance.

Jiang Chen then released him and gave him a push. Tang San staggered back seven or eight steps before stabilizing himself, his blood and energy churning in his chest.

Jiang Chen stood with his arms crossed. "Coming again?"

Tang San gritted his teeth. His first Soul Ring lit up, and several stalks of Blue Silver Grass silently burst from the ground, winding toward Jiang Chen's feet.

At the same time, a cold gleam flashed from his sleeve. Three silver needles flew toward Jiang Chen's upper, middle, and lower body in a triangular formation.