"Match over. Yao Xuan wins."
Looking at the fallen Xie Xie, Wu Zhangkong coldly announced the result.
"Yao Xuan, you clearly said you'd control your strength!"
Xie Xie shot Yao Xuan a somewhat disgruntled look and spoke.
"Enough nonsense. Get up already."
Standing nearby, Wu Zhangkong glared at Xie Xie. Feeling Wu Zhangkong's icy gaze, Xie Xie obediently got to his feet.
"Fall in."
Looking at the students before him, Wu Zhangkong said flatly.
"The match is over. Do you know what impression you've given me?"
Wu Zhangkong asked the students in front of him coldly.
"Other than Yao Xuan, I only have five words to describe you all: rotten wood cannot be carved. No wonder you were assigned to Class Five!"
Without waiting for the students to respond, Wu Zhangkong answered his own question.
"However, rest assured. Even rotten wood can shine brilliantly in my, Wu Zhangkong's, hands! From your battles so far, I've found that your biggest problem is your poor physical fitness!"
"Perhaps you think physical strength is useful at this stage but will be useless in the future. Wrong—completely wrong! I can responsibly tell you that a good physique is the foundation of becoming a powerful Soul Master!"
"Especially now, with the emergence of mechas, even an ordinary person without Soul Power can become a mecha pilot. Compared to Soul Power, a strong body is the foundation of a mecha pilot. Only with sufficient physical fitness can one withstand the impacts inside a mecha and high-intensity combat."
"Since everyone's stamina is generally weak, starting tomorrow, our class will undergo special physical training. Every morning, you will train your physical fitness. In the afternoon, I will teach you theoretical knowledge. This morning's class is over. Dismissed. Go back and reflect carefully on today's battle."
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