Yu Tianxin also made a show of following along.
These so-called Sit-Ups were far too easy. He effortlessly did over a hundred, found them too boring, and simply gave up.
He felt that these Sit-Ups couldn't make him stronger at all.
"Jing Ling, are these exercises any use? Come on, let's have a match at the Soul Fighting Arena." Remembering how he, a Soul Ancestor, had lost to a Soul Elder two days ago left Yu Tianxin rather frustrated.
He had actually come today for two reasons: to fight Jing Ling again, and to see Zhu Zhuqing.
Jing Ling planted one hand on the ground and flipped straight to his feet, then shot a disdainful look to the side. "Don't cry when you lose!"
"Who cried?" Yu Tianxin immediately bristled. "I went easy on you that day! I didn't even use my fourth Soul Skill!"
Without so much as looking at him, Jing Ling headed straight for the Soul Fighting Arena alone.
"I'll let you use your fourth Soul Skill today. Once you lose, don't come to Blue Tyrant Academy again. Zhu Zhuqing won't fall for you, so bury that hope."
"Don't regret it!" Hearing Jing Ling's irritating voice up ahead, Yu Tianxin's fighting spirit instantly soared to the heavens. He hurried after him. Today, he would beat him until he begged for mercy.
Ling Dang glanced in surprise at the two boys' retreating figures, then shook her head. "They're both pretty smart, so why do they insist on hanging themselves from the same tree?"
"Hehehe!" Seeing Ling Dang's expression, Jiang Zhu clutched her stomach and laughed.
"Ling Dang, you're hilarious. If they don't hang themselves from the captain's tree, should they hang themselves from yours? With that figure of yours, only Ma Hongjun would pine for you."
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