Chapter 42

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Wang Dong passed by Huo Yuhao again. At this point, he was also struggling to move, and he was surprised to find that Huo Yuhao's eyes were slightly closed, with a faint golden light flickering through the narrow slits. His steps were very slow, but he was still moving forward. Many of the students with higher cultivation had already fallen, but he was still struggling on. Each step he took left a sweat mark on the ground.

"Don't force it if you can't," Wang Dong said softly, then continued forward. He was already far ahead in the total number of laps. But his physical condition was also approaching its limit.

An hour and a half had passed, and the bell was getting closer. Only nine students were still running in the outer circle of the Shrek Square. Surprisingly, Huo Yuhao, who had been the weakest from the start, was one of them.

Zhou Yi had been paying attention to Huo Yuhao all along. When an hour had passed, she was already surprised. Based on her calculations of Huo Yuhao's physical and spiritual power, he should have reached his limit. However, he had persisted. Although he benefited from his steady pace, his cultivation and physical condition were still there!

Could a person's willpower really be so strong? And he was so young.

"Thud, thud..." Two more students fell. Their collapse seemed to trigger a domino effect, and several more students fell one after another. One of them even bumped into Wang Dong as he passed by.

Wang Dong stumbled, and his already weak legs could no longer hold him up, and he also fell to the ground. The determination in his heart crumbled in an instant. He had run the most laps, and no one could surpass him.

There were three left, including Huo Yuhao.

Five minutes later, the other two students also fell, and the last one standing on the track was the weakest of the first-year class, Huo Yuhao. Although he was staggering and his speed was barely faster than walking, he was still holding on. This made many students look at him with surprise.

Yes, Huo Yuhao had already reached his limit. The warmth from the Xuan Tian Gong could nourish his body and somewhat alleviate fatigue, but it couldn't make him truly stronger.

He reached his limit again and again, but he gritted his teeth and pushed through each time. Huo Yuhao knew that in the first-year class, he was the weakest. To stay, he had to work twice or even three times as hard as others. This extreme physical training was actually helping to widen his meridians and increase his spiritual power. No matter what, he had to hold on as long as possible.

"Persist, hold on." Huo Yuhao kept shouting to himself in his mind. He no longer had the spiritual power to infuse his Spirit Eyes to keep himself more alert.

Gradually, he had a mantra to support himself.

"Mom, Mom..." For his mother's last wish, to one day bring her remains back with dignity, to one day clear her name and seek revenge. No matter what, he had to hold on.

"Thud, thud" Huo Yuhao's steps were extremely heavy, and his legs and body were trembling uncontrollably. But he did not fall. In such a difficult state, he mechanically repeated lifting his foot, putting it down, lifting it again, and putting it down again.

Gradually, the mocking light in the eyes of the fallen students disappeared. The power of a role model is great. They began to get up one by one, staring in amazement at Huo Yuhao's persistence.

Wang Dong, after a moment of hesitation, was the first to run up, following behind Huo Yuhao, but this time, he did not surpass him.

With Wang Dong leading the way, more and more students followed, and gradually, all the students in the first-year class clenched their teeth, lifted their already stiff legs, and struggled to get back on the track.

Zhou Yi was moved. Since becoming a teacher, she rarely felt moved by the students' performances, but this time, she was truly moved. Because of Huo Yuhao, and because of the ninety students who got up and followed him. This was no longer just a physical exercise; it was also a test of their spirit. On the faces of these eleven- and twelve-year-old children, Zhou Yi saw determination amidst their fatigue.

This lesson was much more effective than she had imagined.

"Ring, ring—"

The bell finally rang.

Rustle, rustle, this time it was truly like a domino effect. The shrill bell instantly knocked down a large group of people.

The sound of iron armor hitting the ground echoed, and the first-year class students, who had fallen in a heap, stirred up a cloud of dust.

Huo Yuhao, who was in the lead, finally fell too. The bell finally allowed him to fully release his determination and persistence. However, he did not fall directly to the ground. As he fell, Wang Dong, who was behind him, grabbed his iron armor, and the two of them rolled to the ground together, breathing heavily.

Looking up at the sky, Huo Yuhao's vision went black, but his entire body felt warm and comfortable. His spiritual power was exhausted, and his physical strength was long gone, but his meridians gave him a comfortable feeling. He had a premonition that after this, he would have made significant progress in all aspects.

Wang Dong lay next to Huo Yuhao. His physical condition and cultivation were much stronger, and although he was also exhausted, he was not completely immobile like Huo Yuhao.

"I really don't know what force is supporting you. You, a soul master with only a ten-year soul ring, can persist longer than me, a great soul master. You're a freak."

Huo Yuhao chuckled weakly but had no strength to speak.

Zhou Yi took a deep breath and waved to someone in the distance. A man in white appeared, seemingly just touching the ground a few times before reaching her. He nodded to her and then turned to the students.

A series of dazzling soul rings rose from his feet: two yellow, two purple, and three black, a total of seven.

A Soul Sage, this was a Soul Sage of at least level 70. Among soul masters, he was already near the peak! And he looked only about thirty, though his eyes betrayed a sense of沧桑 (沧桑 means "沧桑" in Chinese, which can be translated as "weathered" or "aged" in this context) that did not match his young appearance.

Lifting his hands, a gentle green light began to grow from his palms. His seventh soul ring glowed black, and with a shake, he disappeared. Green leaves grew rapidly, and in an instant, the powerful seven-ringed existence transformed into a towering tree.

A gentle breeze seemed to blow, and green leaves flew from the large canopy of the tree, exactly ninety-one leaves, each landing lightly on the ninety-one students of the first-year class.

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