Chapter 87

"Frankly, I seriously doubt that you have been living too comfortably in the Church Academy, to the point where your judgment has become so poor," Teacher Selu said.

"Who knows? Maybe this kid will surprise you," the short old priest said nonchalantly. "During the retest, he couldn't receive divine power at first and almost got kicked out. What happened in the end is still unbelievable to me. Just wait and see, especially since he is a follower of the Goddess of Compassion. When he was healing Kaenes, ... well, let's just wait and see."

"His physical strength is still acceptable, but his body is somewhat weak. His sensitivity to divine power is very weak, but you insist that he is strong. He is indeed a strange kid, and I have some interest in him too. Perhaps it's a matter of faith, let's just see," Teacher Selu did not contradict the short old priest but watched Jiang Junming with great interest.

After three laps, although the young students had a brief rest, it was to pray wholeheartedly and cast divine spells. For the young students, this was even more exhausting than running a lap. When they started running again, most of the young students in the priest class were drenched in sweat, and their breathing became rapid.

Although in Teacher Selu's eyes, these young students were all weak, Jiang Junming did not think so. Being able to run over two thousand meters while calmly praying and casting divine spells, this level of physical fitness could be considered decent. After all, in his previous life, whether in middle school or university, many of his classmates were so worried about the 1000-meter run in physical education class that their hair almost turned white.

Continuing to run, more and more young students in the priest class were exhausted and fell to the ground. Jiang Junming's pace remained steady, and he had already reached the middle of the group. Tireda was still running easily. The three laps and the casting of divine spells were not a big deal for him. Seeing Jiang Junming catch up, Tireda sneered inwardly. He had seen the weak light when Jiang Junming cast the divine spell. When truly facing a difficult challenge, that kid was just like this. Tireda was already imagining the scene where Jiang Junming would be panting like a dog, lying on the ground, while he would run past him with ease. Should his eyes show disdain or pity? Or a casual glance? How could he express his ease and disdain?

After the second set of three laps, several more young students in the priest class collapsed and were dragged away. After the second prayer and casting of divine spells, the young students in the knight class were no longer as relaxed as before. Some had sweat on their temples, and some had serious expressions. Running was not too difficult for them, but having to cast a divine spell every three laps was extremely challenging.

"There are a few who are still good, but most are very poor. The overall quality of this year's young students is uneven, which is really a headache," Teacher Selu said solemnly.

"Yes, we already noticed this during the retest. We didn't expect that Tireda and Idris would have an advantage in sensing divine power, and their physical fitness is also outstanding," the tall old priest nodded and said.

"I think Junming is also good. Although he doesn't run very fast, casting divine spells..." As he spoke, the short old priest felt that his reasons were not solid and looked at Jiang Junming's running figure with suspicion. "It's really strange. During the retest, I clearly saw him absorb all the divine power, but why is his casting of divine power so weak?"

The tall and short old priests and Teacher Selu all focused their attention on Jiang Junming's thin figure, which was still running steadily, just like in the first lap. Jiang Junming's speed had not changed, remaining stable.

When the third set of three laps began, many of the young students in the priest class started to run out of energy and were dragged out of the square. Jiang Junming continued to run steadily, with no change in his speed compared to the first lap. This stability did not attract much attention, not as much as the weak light when he cast divine spells after each set of three laps.

However, the tall and short old priests and Teacher Selu's expressions became more serious. Most of the young students in the knight class were already panting heavily by the third set of three laps, and the remaining young students in the priest class were even more disheveled. Except for a few, most looked very miserable, their feet feeling like they were stepping on cotton, unable to exert any strength.

But Jiang Junming was still the same, his running pace neither fast nor slow, each step and arm swing full of rhythm. It was as if the several thousand meters of running was just a warm-up, and the real training had just begun.

"His speed is very steady, and his movements have changed a bit, but it's not from fatigue; rather, they are becoming more dynamic," the tall old priest said, looking at Jiang Junming with some confusion.

"That's not dynamic; it's his control over his body. This is very strange, as if he lacked understanding of his own body before," Teacher Selu said definitively.

"He really looks like a gazelle running on a vast grassland. Watching his movements is a pleasure, and I am increasingly looking forward to what surprises he will bring us next," the short old priest said.

At this point, although Jiang Junming was still in the middle of the group, his steady figure was becoming more noticeable.

After the third set of three laps, Dwight was panting heavily, trying hard to pray and cast a divine spell. Running was not a big deal for Dwight, but casting a divine spell, especially after intense exercise, was like a heavy mountain pressing down on him, making him increasingly unable to bear it. His face was flushed, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't cast even a bit of divine power. After making his greatest effort, Dwight slumped to the ground, panting heavily. This was his limit, he knew. But when he saw Jiang Junming cast a faint divine spell and run past him, it felt like a slap in the face. Although he was angry and unwilling, the facts spoke for themselves. Jiang Junming's performance in this physical training was indeed better than his own. Watching Jiang Junming's figure gradually disappear, the last bit of strength in Dwight's body was drained, and he fell to the ground, being dragged out of the square.

Little Price was not much better than Dwight. Although casting a divine spell was not too difficult for Little Price, running lap after lap was not his strong suit. He barely managed to run nine laps and cast a divine spell, but his legs felt as heavy as lead, and each step was extremely difficult. His chest felt like it was on fire, and each breath was a laborious task.

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Second update, another update in the afternoon

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