Douluo Continent: I can overdraft the future in advance

Theoretical lessons, practical lessons, and physical training were all taught in turn. Zhou Yi's teaching method was simple and brutal: after explaining the theory, she would take the students to the fighting area to fight, and after fighting, they would run laps. After running, she would come back and continue teaching.

Luo Yun's practical training sessions have never lost.

In the first week, he fought five matches and won all five. In the second week, someone suggested he take on two opponents at once, and Zhou Yi agreed. The two agile attackers coordinated, attacking from the left and right. Luo Yun used an icy mist to envelop the one on the left and punched the one on the right, all in less than thirty breaths. In the third week, he took on three opponents and lost—not because he couldn't win, but because the three opponents coordinated too well. One held the opponent back, and the other two flanked him. He was overwhelmed and forced out of the game.

However, as everyone knows, although the class monitor lost in a three-on-one fight, he has not yet used his second soul skill.

After a month, Luo Yun's name had spread among the first-year students. Eleven years old, two-ring soul ring, near-millennium soul ring, undefeated in battle, he would be considered top among any batch of freshmen.

Even older students started to notice him.

That noon, Luo Yun was eating standing up in the cafeteria. He had just taken a couple of bites when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Luo Yun".

He turned around, and there stood Beibei behind him, holding a plate and smiling gently. Beside him stood a girl with a ponytail, wearing a light blue dress, and large eyes; she looked a year or two younger than Beibei.

"Senior Beibei." Luo Yun nodded.

"Don't call me 'senior,' just call me Beibei." Beibei smiled and pointed to the girl next to her, "This is Tang Ya, my friend."

"Hello there." Tang Ya smiled and looked him up and down. "You're the freshman who's never lost a battle?"

Luo Yun was taken aback: "You knew too?"

"I know more than just that." Tang Ya counted on her fingers, "Class 3, Grade 1, class monitor, eleven years old, two-ring, level two Soul Master, has fought more than ten Soul Battles without losing, and can even take on two opponents at once. The whole outer academy is talking about him."

Luo Yun was surprised that his reputation had spread to the upper grades and was momentarily speechless.

Tang Ya looked at Luo Yun, her eyes shining, "Luo Yun, are you interested in joining the Tang Clan?"

Luo Yun was taken aback. Tang Sect, the sect founded by Tang San, hidden weapons, Xuan Tian Gong, Purple Demon Eye... he certainly knew these things, but he also knew that Tang Sect had already declined in the original Three Kingdoms of Douluo Continent.

Moreover, after Tang San ascended to the God Realm, the Xuan Tian Gong that was passed down was suspected to be simplified, which meant that Luo Yun no longer had any benefit from it.

"Senior Tang Ya, thank you for your kindness." Luo Yun carefully chose his words, "But I've just enrolled and want to solidify my foundation first, so I'm not considering joining a sect for the time being."

Tang Ya's smile froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered: "It's alright, it's alright, you can come to me anytime you want! The doors of the Tang Clan are always open for you!"

Beibei watched from the side, smiled, and didn't say anything.

Luo Yun lowered his head and continued eating. Tang Ya pulled Bei Bei away, and even from a distance, you could still hear her muttering, "Why didn't anyone answer?...

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Chen Jiyong has been training very fiercely lately.

Luo Yun's ability to take on two or three opponents at once spurred him on. How could there be such a huge gap between roommates and classmates? He didn't say it, but he got up to run before dawn every morning and practiced soul power control in bed after lights out. He even pondered how to arrange Luo Qi's chess pieces while eating.

One night, Chen Jiyong was so exhausted from practicing that he collapsed on the bed, sighing deeply. Luo Yun sat up from the bed.

"You can't train like that."

Chen Jiyong turned his head: "What?"

"If you only train your soul power and martial soul, your body won't be able to keep up," Luo Yun said. "Your Earth Luo Chess is a control type, and control types require endurance, reaction speed, and body coordination. Running alone won't be enough."

Chen Jiyong got up and looked at him seriously: "Then how do we practice?"

Luo Yun thought for a moment. The miniaturization of meridians was his core secret, which he couldn't teach, and even if he did, the student might not be able to do it. But he could learn scientific fitness methods from his previous life—group training, circuit training, core strength, explosive power... No one in this world had ever mentioned these things, but the effects were real.

"Starting tomorrow, I'll teach you a few exercises," Luo Yun said. "No soul power required, just pure physical training. If you stick with it for a month, I guarantee your reaction speed will improve."

Chen Jiyong was skeptical, but he nodded nonetheless.

The next morning, Luo Yun took him to the playground. Instead of running, they did a combination of exercises—push-ups, squats, lunges, and planks—three sets of a certain number of repetitions each. Chen Jiyong collapsed after the second set, his face flushed red, panting heavily.

"This...this is even more tiring than running..."

"These exercises train muscles and explosive power." Luo Yun squatted down and looked at him. "These movements can help you master your muscles more subtly."

A month later, his reaction speed had indeed improved considerably.

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Another half month passed.

That afternoon, Luo Yun had no classes, so he went to the shore of Sea God Lake alone. This was his favorite training spot—the lake was calm, the air was fresh, and his ice-attribute martial soul circulated exceptionally smoothly by the lake. He sat cross-legged on a large rock by the lake, closed his eyes, and began to circulate his soul power.

Since absorbing the Ice Marrow in his second soul ring, his soul power circulation speed has increased by nearly 20% compared to before. Moreover, he can feel a cool sensation spreading through his body every time he cultivates, which is very comfortable. He is now at level 24.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Footsteps came from the direction of Poseidon Lake, light but hurried. Luo Yun opened his eyes and turned his head to look—a red-haired woman was walking from the direction of the inner courtyard, her steps were a little unsteady, her face was flushed, and her brows were furrowed, she looked unwell.

She was tall and slender, dressed in a red inner courtyard uniform, with long hair cascading over her shoulders. Her features were delicate, but her expression was somewhat distorted at the moment. Her breathing was heavy, and every step she took seemed to be the result of enduring some kind of pain.

Seeing this look, Luo Yun had a guess: she might be Ma Xiaotao.

Ma Xiaotao's martial soul is the Evil Fire Phoenix, which is fire-attribute. However, her martial soul has a flaw—the evil fire periodically goes out of control, plunging her into the pain and madness of being unable to cultivate.

She was walking in his direction.

The two looked at each other.

Ma Xiaotao's eyes were red, and her pupils seemed to be burning with flames. She stared at Luo Yun for a few seconds.

"You..." Her voice was hoarse, tinged with uncertainty, "Ice attribute?"

Luo Yun nodded; this yearning for the ice attribute confirmed his identity.

Ma Xiaotao walked up to him, squatted down, and leaned close to his arm. Luo Yun instinctively shrank back, but Ma Xiaotao grabbed his wrist with surprising strength.

"Don't move." Her voice was deep, as if she was suppressing something.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Luo Yun felt a warm current coming from her palm, but it was quickly neutralized by his ice-attribute soul power. Ma Xiaotao's expression changed—her brows relaxed a little, and the flush on her face subsided somewhat.

She opened her eyes, stared at Luo Yun, her eyes filled with surprise.

"Your ice... is even colder than Ling Luochen's." Her voice trembled slightly, not from pain, but from excitement. "Although it's not the ultimate ice, it's very close."

Luo Yun remained silent. He knew who Ling Luochen was—an inner court student with an ice-attribute martial soul. Ma Xiaotao, however, said that he was even colder than Ling Luochen, which meant that the transformation effect of the Ice Marrow was even stronger than he had imagined.

"Help me." Ma Xiaotao grabbed his wrist and wouldn't let go.