Early the next morning, on the Eastsea Academy training field, the students of Class Five, Grade One were undergoing a brutal physical training session.
Most of the students were doing basic endurance runs. The goal of ten laps—eight kilometers—had left these students, whose martial souls were ordinary and whose physical fitness was poor, utterly miserable.
Their faces were flushed red, sweat soaked their backs, and their footsteps were as heavy as if filled with lead. Ragged breathing rose and fell around them as their speed steadily slowed.
Yet among this group of "rotten wood," two figures stood out as particularly "special"—
Bai Lin and Xie Xie.
They wore specially made iron garments weighing twenty jin!
The heavy burden made a dull thud with every step they took.
At first, relying on the explosiveness and pride of an agility-attack Soul Master, Xie Xie was able to lead ahead of Bai Lin.
But the weight of the iron garment and the constant exertion soon became too much for him. His breathing grew hurried, his steps increasingly heavy, and he was about to fall behind.
Just then, a steady, powerful hand reached out from beside him and grabbed his arm.
It was Bai Lin.
A surge of immense strength flowed into him, instantly lightening Xie Xie's burden and practically pulling him forward as he ran.
Xie Xie turned his head and saw Bai Lin's calm profile. Bai Lin had barely broken a sweat, and deep gratitude unconsciously appeared in Xie Xie's eyes.
At the edge of the field, Wu Changkong, who was overseeing the training, watched the majority of students struggling as though they were dying. His icebound brows knitted tightly together, clearly showing his extreme dissatisfaction with their overall standard.
At the same time, he sharply noticed Bai Lin helping Xie Xie.