A Complete Turnaround

Outside the academy, Oscar and Ning Rongrong were running around the village.

"Hey, Oscar, how far is one lap?" Ning Rongrong asked.

Oscar moved closer to her. "When the dean said to run around the village, he included all the farmland. One lap is about three kilometers."

"Three kilometers... Twenty laps is sixty kilometers..." Ning Rongrong's eyes widened.

At first, she had been fairly confident. Her father was the master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and he knew the weaknesses of support-type Soul Masters better than anyone. He had made her exercise since childhood, so although she was only a support-type Soul Master, she was in quite good shape.

But sixty kilometers was far too much. Ning Fengzhi could never bear to make her work that hard, and even if he could, those two old fellows, Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu, could not.

Flender had not forbidden them from using their Martial Souls, so sixty kilometers was not impossible. But at their current pace, forget lunch—it was questionable whether they would even make it back for dinner.

And as their stamina wore down, they would only get slower. They could not possibly keep up this pace the whole way.

"Damn!" The word sounded utterly at odds with her appearance.

Oscar froze. He had not expected a girl like Ning Rongrong to swear. "I told you when we set out that this was an impossible task. But don't worry. The dean didn't forbid us from using our Martial Souls, and with me, a Food-System Soul Master, here, you definitely won't go hungry."

As he spoke, he held out a hand and produced a Recovery Sausage, offering it to Ning Rongrong like a treasure. "My First Soul Skill makes sausages that restore you. They speed up healing and replenish stamina