Douluo Continent: Becoming a God of Magic Starting with Your Martial Soul

The afternoon class for Class 9 was also a physical education class, and the nearly 100 students in the class lined up in five rows.

However, the length of each line is not the same; some are much longer, and some are shorter.

The queues are divided according to each student's self-positioning.

The attack, agility, control, and defense classes each form a row, along with the support and food classes, which have the largest number of members, plus a fifth row with special martial souls.

With the count completed, Lu Yi and Ning Tian finished counting the number of people.

During this time, Ning Tian would always glance at Lu Yi intentionally or unintentionally, but would quickly look away when Lu Yi looked at him.

Finally, Ning Tian, ​​with a hesitant expression, reported to Mu Jin: "Teacher, Class 9 should have one hundred students, but ninety-nine are present. Wu—"

"Report!"

A loud voice rang out from behind, and Wu Feng arrived late under everyone's watchful eyes.

Mu Jin finally revealed her anger, looking at the Soul Guidance Clock beside the field: "Wu Feng, you are six minutes late. The whole class of one hundred people waited for you, which means you wasted five hours."

These words didn't elicit any reaction from the other trainees, but Lu Yi's expression turned strange.

How come this special method of time calculation also exists in Douluo Continent?

"Teacher, I know I was wrong, I won't do it again next time!" Wu Feng didn't try to argue, and lowered his head to admit his mistake.

Seeing that he had a good attitude in admitting his mistake and that it was his first offense, Mu Jin didn't make things difficult for him any further: "Return to the team!"

"yes!"

Wu Feng glared fiercely at Lu Yi in the third row, then strode towards the group.

But she didn't think that much about it and followed Ning Tian to the fifth row, trying to blend into the team of support and food-type soul masters.

"Xiao Feng, you're in the first row!"

Ning Tian quickly lowered his voice to remind him, and amidst the laughter of the crowd, Wu Feng, his face flushed, ran back to the first row.

Her resentment towards Lu Yi has grown even stronger now!

Since the afternoon class was a physical education class, Shrek's millennia-old traditional training became an important part that had to be experienced.

However, compared to Zhou Yi's simple and crude demands, Mu Jin was quite considerate.

Although both involve running laps, Mujin has different requirements for students with different skill levels.

Of course, the requirements are highest for offensive and agile attack types.

The offensive type needs to run the most laps, reaching 120 laps.

All the other trainees completed one hundred laps.

The agility-based attack class has the strictest time requirement, with only ninety minutes.

Control and defense types each have one hour, while support and food types have an extra fifteen minutes.

As the timer started, hundreds of trainees rushed onto the track.

Lu Yi swore that he had never run such a long distance in his two lives. The longest distance he had ever run was the 10,000-meter race he had ever participated in.

At Hogwarts, he only got to use a broom during flying class, which was one of his few sporting activities.

At Shrek Academy, a regular physical education class usually involves a 30-kilometer run.

When he was studying in his previous life, he thought that running training in fantasy worlds was too simple, but now that the boomerang has landed on him, he can no longer laugh.

Fortunately, since mastering the Soul Power Cultivation Method, Lu Yi felt that his body had indeed improved, and his physical fitness was no less than that of his peak eighteen years old.

But even when he was eighteen, he couldn't run thirty kilometers at a pace of four minutes per kilometer!

"Damn it, I should have known better than to say I was a control system user!" Lu Yi thought bitterly.

He asked Mu Jin to join the fifth row before class, but was ruthlessly rejected.

Just as he gritted his teeth and persevered, maintaining his speed and not falling behind, completing his thirtieth lap, a discordant voice rang in his ears.

"Hey, isn't this our vice class monitor?" Wu Feng was clearly still upset about what had happened earlier. Seeing that Lu Yi was already exhausted like a dead dog before half the time had even passed, he came over to tease him: "Why are you so tired after just a short while?"

Hearing Wu Feng's mockery, Lu Yi felt that her aggression was too low and ignored her.

More importantly, he was already out of breath, so he didn't have the energy to retort.

Seeing that Lu Yi didn't respond at all, Wu Feng felt bored and sped away... Then, not long after, he met Lu Yi again and exchanged a few words that weren't very offensive.

However, that wasn't all. Seeing that such a pretty girl as Wu Feng was frequently bothering Lu Yi, Zhou Sichen also moved closer to Lu Yi and started gossiping, panting heavily.

"Weren't we buddies? How come after just one afternoon, I can't see through you anymore?"

Zhou Sichen's martial soul is a treasure manual, and he assigned himself to the offensive type, but the martial soul didn't bring much enhancement to his body. Therefore, his task was no easier than Lu Yi's, but he still couldn't help but ask, "Did something happen between you two?!"

Lu Yi didn't have time to reply, so he could only nod.

"Damn, that's impressive!" Zhou Sichen habitually nudged Lu Yi's arm, a sly grin on his face. "How about you teach me, bro?"

Lu Yi couldn't help but roll his eyes at his roommate's reaction, unsure whether he was love-struck or just showing off his repression.

Finally, Lu Yi slowed down his pace, adjusted his breathing, and slowly pretended to impart the secret to Zhou Sichen, but only uttered one sentence.

"Get lost!"

"That's not fair-skinned enough. So what if I'm a little fair-skinned and handsome? I don't believe no one likes my type!"

After saying that, Zhou Sichen suddenly sped up.

And every time he passed by a female classmate, he would frequently turn around and show what he thought was a handsome smile, but all he got in return was eye rolls and more "get lost" messages.

As more than half the time had passed, Lu Yi, though not among the last few, was firmly in the bottom twenty.

But Lu Yi knew his own body well; he considered it a success if he could finish the run.

Fortunately, as he gradually exhausted himself, wisps of energy began to emerge from his meridians.

He immediately recalled what Senior Zhu Song had mentioned: the inner courtyard cultivation method was a fusion of the Mysterious Heaven Skill. Although the two were not exactly the same, they were similar in many ways.

As he was slowly running, Ning Tian, ​​the support, overtook him again, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

Although Ning Tian hadn't had a chance to find out the result of testing Lu Yi from Wu Feng, she could sense that Wu Feng's attitude towards Lu Yi had changed.

Based on Ning Tian's understanding of Wu Feng's personality, if she had won against Lu Yi, she would never have repeatedly turned around and mocked him.

Because she treats all her defeated opponents with the same attitude—ignore them.

But Lu Yi's body looks so weak, he doesn't seem like someone who can defeat Wu Feng at all.

"Something's not right, something's seriously wrong!"

But it wasn't appropriate to ask Lu Yi directly now; she needed to finish the laps as quickly as possible and then ask Wu Feng what was going on.

Finally, Ning Tian completed all the laps just over 100 minutes into the game. This speed is not bad, not to mention for support-type characters, it is not bad even for other types except for agility-based attack-type characters.

Wu Feng also finished running a full 120 laps at this moment. He looked at Lu Yi, who was almost exhausted, with a mocking expression, but when he turned around, he met Ning Tian's probing gaze.

"What exactly happened at noon? How strong is Lu Yi?" Ning Tian asked, grabbing Wu Feng's shoulder.

"have no idea!"

Wu Feng's answer puzzled Ning Tian even more: "You don't know? Then what did you do at noon?"

"I only remember that I seemed to activate my Martial Soul to attack him, and then..." A thoughtful look flashed in Wu Feng's eyes, then his face suddenly flushed as he tried to save face, "Then I woke up on the shore. Maybe it was a dream I had while I was asleep because I couldn't find Lu Yi?"

Wu Feng omitted some details, because if the young master knew that she had been defeated by Lu Yi in one meeting, wouldn't her position be in jeopardy?

Thinking of this, Wu Feng was somewhat at a loss.