Douluo Continent: Dragon's Journey Across the World

Chapter 70 Ascetic Training

Everyone ran less than ten kilometers in the mountains with heavy loads, and everyone was in extremely poor condition. Their once beautiful and neat team uniforms were now very ugly.

If you stumble even slightly on the mountain path, you'll be covered in mud. The mountain path is especially uneven, and you can easily fall if you're not careful while running. It doesn't feel like training at all; it's more like torture. You can even splash mud and water all over yourself by running over a small pothole, not to mention the trees and bushes.

Especially for Meng Yiran, who was a girl, her face looked terrible. Her originally delicate face was bruised and bruised, and she was weak and listless when she ran. Every step she took felt like a mountain was pressing down on her.

Yang Ping'an walked at the back of the group. Looking at everyone's situation, he couldn't help but want to laugh. These rich kids probably hadn't suffered much. Their usual training intensity was just like playing around.

Even Meng Haoran, the strongest among them, looked extremely disheveled after running these ten kilometers, completely lacking the high spirits he had at the beginning. However, as the captain, he had to set an example and could only force himself to run at the front of the team.

At the same time, the teacher in charge produced a whip from somewhere and started waving it to urge everyone to run quickly, almost like herding a herd of cattle and horses.

After the team had run 30 kilometers, Meng Yiran, who had the lowest soul power level in the team and was also the only girl in the team, collapsed to the ground, her legs trembling, as if she had suffered great torment.

Since the 20-kilometer mark, Meng Yiran has been at the very back of the group, unable to keep up with the pace of the others. It can no longer be called running; it's more like she's struggling to walk. If this girl weren't so determined, she probably would have given up long ago.

The others weren't in much better shape; they were all panting heavily, and their soul power was almost completely depleted. This mountain run with a heavy load was more physically and spiritually taxing than they had imagined.

Yang Ping couldn't help but sigh: these people's physical fitness was worse than he had imagined. Even Meng Haoran, the strongest among them, was far behind Huo Wushuang and Feng Xiaotian. It might be due to the difference between the Dragon Head Cane Martial Soul and the top-grade Beast Martial Soul.

As the running distance increased, the students collapsed to the ground one by one. Some, like Meng Yiran, were slumped on the ground, their whole bodies trembling, especially their legs, which seemed to be having a seizure.

The more severe cases are quite tragic; the person faints completely, and may even experience convulsions all over their body, as if they have just fought a major battle.

The supervising teacher quietly followed at the back of the group, and whenever someone reached their limit, they were immediately carried back to the academy for a medicinal bath.

When they had run about 60 kilometers, team leader Meng Haoran finally collapsed. He was the person who had persevered the longest besides Yang Ping'an.

Yang Ping'an continued running with great effort, and his speed was even quite good. It should be noted that even when Yang Ping'an participated in training, he would carry a 100-pound load, and the load would be even greater in normal times. This was due to the significant increase in his physical strength after the Ice and Fire Body Refinement.

When Yang Ping'an had run about 90 kilometers, his body finally reached its limit, but he could only collapse on the ground, as if all his soul power and physical strength had been drained.

When the teacher leading the group carried Yang Ping'an to leave, Yang Ping'an's weight was obviously unusual, weighing a full 100 pounds more than the others.

Whether it was the teacher in charge, Meng Kang, or even Meng Chuan, the dean of students who was secretly observing, everyone's lips twitched when they saw Yang Ping'an sitting in the medicinal bath tub. His physical fitness had truly astonished everyone.

According to their estimates, let alone Yang Ping'an being just an ordinary Soul Venerable, even few Soul Sect members could reach this level of physical fitness.

When everyone started their medicinal bath, they felt an unprecedented sense of comfort throughout their bodies, a comfort that even reached every pore and every inch of their skin.

Especially during this period, in this medicinal bath tub, it felt as if countless soul energies were flowing into his body, which was countless times better than the best simulated environment.

As advanced soul masters, Meng Kang and Meng Chuan understood the situation of everyone's medicinal bath better, and they also understood the effect of cultivation under such circumstances. They all looked at Yang Ping'an with unusually deep expressions: This kid is indeed not simple. He actually came up with such a cultivation idea. No wonder he can overcome the limitations of innate soul power at such a young age and can compare with the cultivation speed of those genius disciples.

After the medicinal bath was completed, everyone seemed to have regained their energy and understood the effects of this cultivation. Their previous resentment towards Meng Kang turned into admiration.

In the time that followed, everyone seemed to be in this painful yet joyful training. For a Soul Master, running up the mountain with heavy loads was like suffering, but after this hardship, the improvement in Soul Power was even more enviable and exciting.

Especially Meng Haoran, the team leader, although his soul power was the highest among all the members, he was usually the second to last to collapse after each training session. No matter how hard he tried, he was still far behind Yang Ping'an.

Meng Yiran, on the other hand, was a young girl. Although she performed the worst in the first round, and could even be said to have always performed the worst, her indomitable spirit impressed even Meng Kang. As expected of the direct descendant of the Meng family, she was top-notch in both talent and perseverance.

As everyone else gradually came to enjoy this training, they even started competing with each other, each trying to figure out which distance they could run, which weight they could carry, and which physical fitness they could have over others.

However, seeing Meng Haoran's persistent gaze, the teachers couldn't help but sigh, especially his father, Meng Chuan, whose eyes even showed a hint of relief, but also pity: Why do you like to compare yourself to Yang Ping'an, that monster? You should know that Yang Ping'an carries at least 100 pounds more weight than others, and the difference in physical fitness is almost obvious.

Thus, everyone in the Beast Academy team was in a state of extremely painful training, and everyone was training desperately, especially the seven main players, who were under immense pressure.

Although Yang Ping'an is only a substitute now, his physical qualities have surpassed everyone else's, and his combat power is exceptionally strong. No one in the main team wants to be replaced.

That's exactly the effect Meng Kang and Meng Chuan wanted; everyone needs pressure to be motivated.

(End of this chapter)