Chapter 86

This feeling was not one of fatigue, but rather an awareness of the changes in his muscles after being modified by the optical brain. After the muscle fibers were transformed into a mix of fast-twitch and slow-twitch fibers, his explosive power saw significant improvement. The lap he had just completed allowed Jiang Junming to experience the change in his endurance. In the past, whether in middle school or university, his physical education grades were not particularly good, nor were they the worst. His 1000-meter run times were around 3 minutes and 30 seconds, just barely above the passing mark.

After running 800 meters around the square, Jiang Junming felt no fatigue at all. He felt his breathing smooth and seemed to sense the air inhaled through his lungs mixing with the venous blood, turning it into arterial blood, which then entered his heart and was powerfully pumped out to supply the needs of his entire body. His muscles moved in coordination, and his entire body was full of vitality and tension. Just 800 meters, not even enough for a warm-up.

Indeed, he had become stronger, and a faint joy welled up in Jiang Junming's heart. The worries he had before were excessive. Even with just a first-level modification of the fast-twitch and slow-twitch muscle fibers, it was more than enough to handle the physical training at the Church Academy. Because he was still experiencing and adapting to the changes in his body, Jiang Junming did not speed up, but maintained a steady pace, following the group, so he did not draw attention.

After two laps, several young students from the Priest Department, who were trailing behind, finally could not hold on and collapsed on the ground. Teacher Selu looked at the few young students from the Priest Department with a cold expression, neither angry nor pitying, and said, "Drag them away. What a bunch of good-for-nothings, they couldn't even complete two laps!"

After saying that, he retracted his gaze and looked at the young students who were still running, muttering to himself, "The quality of this year's students is really poor. Some can't even keep up after just two laps. I wonder how you selected them."

Two old priests, one tall and one short, stood beside Teacher Selu. Seeing that Teacher Selu was standing there like a rock, the tall old priest said, "We have no choice. The ones selected and sent here are just a bunch of idiots. If it weren't for the two of us conducting the retest, you would have seen even more foolish people who can't even sense divine power. Some of the boys trying to enter the Church Academy can't even cast divine spells. Can you believe such a ridiculous thing?"

"I believe it, and I believe I will make them cry as they leave the Church Academy." Teacher Selu's words were like a long sword, occasionally gleaming with a cold light. No one doubted his words; if those who couldn't cast divine spells were to stay, Selu would have ways to make them cry as they left.

The short old priest rubbed his hands, turned to look at the few young students from the Priest Department who were dragged to the side to rest. Their faces were pale, and they were gasping for air like fish out of water. The air they inhaled into their lungs was far from enough to meet their body's needs, and they looked as if they were about to die at any moment.

Sigh, these children are really weak. With such physical conditions, even if they can cast divine spells, they can only do the simplest missionary work. If there were any sudden situations or battles, they would be of no use at all. The short old priest thought, seeing their near-death appearance, even he felt a bit reluctant.

The young students ran to the third lap, and a glint of sharpness appeared in Teacher Selu's eyes. His left arm held a knight's helmet, and his right hand was raised, pointing to the first young student from the Knight Department who had completed three laps, saying, "Three laps, cast a divine spell."

The young student immediately stopped, his breathing slightly rapid, but his physical condition was clearly good. After just two deep breaths, he returned to normal. He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, interlocking his fingers, and began to pray.

The prayer was not as easy as usual. The young student from the Knight Department clasped his hands together in front of his chest, his lips moving slightly. However, the boiling blood and excited nerves after the exercise made the prayer very difficult, unable to calm down and sense the divine power.

Clearly, the best way to cast a divine spell in battle is to do so while moving. But these young students were just children who had just arrived at the Church Academy. Neither the old knight Selu nor the two old priests, one tall and one short, were overly harsh. Being able to stand and cast a divine spell after intense running was already quite good.

However, even so, this situation made the young students feel very uncomfortable.

These situations were something the young students had never experienced before. In the past, prayers were always made in the church's sanctuary. When had they ever had to pray and cast a divine spell immediately after intense exercise? The unfamiliar situation and unfamiliar problems clearly exceeded the expectations of the first young student from the Knight Department. After several attempts, seeing that he could not cast the divine spell, he opened his eyes in confusion, looking at the two old priests and Teacher Selu with a puzzled expression.

"Idiot, fool!" Teacher Selu cursed, "Can't even pray? What are you doing! Which priest taught you to pray! If you can't cast a divine spell, get out of my sight, I wish I could throw you into the grass."

Not only did he not receive any guidance, but he was also scolded harshly. The young student quickly closed his eyes again and continued to pray.

More and more young students completed three laps, standing in place to cast divine spells and begin praying. At this point, the advantage of the young students from the Priest Department became evident. Even if they were exhausted like dead dogs, they could smoothly cast divine spells after a brief calm.

The first time casting a divine spell, the young students felt a bit unfamiliar, but they all completed it smoothly. Dwight also completed his first casting of a divine spell, his face flushed. After praying and casting the divine spell, the young students continued to run around the square.

Jiang Junming also did the same, praying and casting a divine spell. He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and as he prayed, a faint glow appeared. The young students who had already completed their prayers and cast their divine spells saw the faint glow of Jiang Junming's divine spell and felt somewhat disdainful, thinking he was out of strength and barely managing to cast the divine spell.

Teacher Selu's sharp gaze, like a knife, swept over the students. Seeing the faint glow of Jiang Junming's divine spell, he was not surprised and said to the two old priests, one tall and one short, beside him, "Is this the one you recommended and persuaded to change his faith?"

"That's him," the tall old priest said, seeing the faint glow of Jiang Junming's divine spell and feeling somewhat puzzled. Looking at him, he did not seem to be exhausted, and it didn't look like he was having such a hard time with just one prayer and one casting of a divine spell.