Douluo Jueshi: Who let him enter Shrek!

As the initiator of the military training activity, he still has some privileges.

Soon, under the eager gazes of hundreds of freshmen below, Jiang Ming, the chief instructor of military training, played cards with two instructors.

"Yes!"

"I can't afford it!"

This voice did not avoid the freshmen below at all.

Below, the freshmen looked bewildered as they watched the instructor make no move and instead played cards.

They were informed that they would go to Shrek Square to receive military training at this time, but they didn't know anything else.

In such a confused situation, the time for a stick of incense passed quickly.

"Xiao Wang!"

"I can't afford it!"

"I can't afford it!"

"A 3! I win!"

Jiang Ming threw away the cards in his hand and stood up happily.

At the same time, the bell of class came from the teaching building.

Not far away, two figures followed the ringing and entered the square almost at the moment the ringing ended.

Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows and glanced at the two freshmen who had stepped in.

"Those two coming in from behind, come here."

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong heard Jiang Ming's call from the high platform and looked at each other nervously, but still walked toward Jiang Ming uneasily.

"Instructor, we, we should not be late."

Wang Dong spoke first. Apart from the fact that they arrived late, he couldn't think of any reason why the instructors had been targeting him before the military training even started.

Jiang Ming nodded, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Well, you two are indeed not late."

Hearing this, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong both looked happy, thinking that they would not be punished.

"So I won't punish you. However, since you are so late, you should stand at the front of the team and perform well and set an example."

Jiang Ming added.

After speaking, Jiang Ming did not hesitate, skillfully picked up a loudspeaker soul guide, and asked the instructor to start forming the team.

After a while, the three to four hundred freshmen were divided into five classes and five large queues. Each queue was led by two instructors.

This arrangement is also the class arrangement for the freshmen after their military training.

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong were originally going to be in the first class team, but unfortunately, they were caught by Jiang Ming and stood at the front to set an example for others.

Wang Dong seems to be fine. He has been a genius that has attracted much attention since he was a child. But Huo Yuhao was obviously not used to it. He felt very uncomfortable being stared at by hundreds of pairs of eyes.

"Well, it's very good. They are all in good spirits and there are no fools who don't wear school uniforms. It's pretty good."

Jiang Ming nodded with satisfaction.

What he didn't know was that after his first military training, freshmen were reminded to wear school uniforms when receiving military training.

"Then, military training officially begins!"

Jiang Ming snapped his fingers, and in an instant, a dozen tyrannical waves of soul power swept over the freshmen in the queue.

The first wave of soul power pressure was not very strong. Under the control of the instructors, the overall soul power pressure was maintained at about level ten.

This level of soul power pressure will make a soul master with more than ten levels of soul power cultivation feel very uncomfortable, while a soul master with more than twenty levels of soul power cultivation will subconsciously release his martial soul.

For a time, yellow and purple soul rings appeared one after another in the queue of freshmen, reflecting each other in the tight queue.

On Jiang Ming's side, he personally took care of the two freshmen who had just arrived.

He also released the soul power pressure, but deliberately raised the soul power by one level, making the soul power pressure reach an eleventh level.

However, when the eleventh level of soul power pressure enveloped the two freshmen, forcing them to release their martial souls, Jiang Ming was a little stunned.

It wasn't because of how outstanding the performance of these two freshmen was, but because the situation of these two guys was a bit beyond his expectation.

The handsome-looking freshman with pink-blue hair performed very well and did not feel any difficulty under the pressure of the eleventh-level soul power. Even when he released his martial soul, Jiang Ming was slightly surprised by the two soul rings, one yellow and one purple.

The second soul ring reaches a thousand years, this talent is extraordinary!

The other new student also surprised Jiang Ming.

It's not that this guy also has a super soul ring, but...

The white ten-year soul ring is really special!

Everyone in the square, including the instructors, had yellow and purple soul rings, and not one of them was white!

And the new student in front of him only has one soul ring, a white ten-year soul ring!

Even when Jiang Ming released the eleventh level of soul power pressure, the white-ringed freshman was directly crushed to the ground!

"Huo Yuhao! Huo Yuhao!"

Seeing Huo Yuhao fall, Wang Dong shouted anxiously.

"Don't shout, he's fine."

Jiang Ming walked to Huo Yuhao, looked at his painful look, and frowned slightly.

He stretched out his hand to feel the soul power in Huo Yuhao's body, and his frown instantly deepened.

"Eleventh level soul power?! Isn't the admission requirement for the outer courtyard a fifteenth level soul power before the age of twelve? How did this kid get in?"

Chapter 208: Thinking of me?

"You came in through the Tang Sect's special recruitment quota?"

Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly as he listened to the other instructors' explanations.

Speaking of which, he hasn't had much contact with the Tang Sect. This is the first time he knows that the Tang Sect has a quota for special recruits every year at Shrek Academy.

“Since you came in through the regular route, forget it.

But... can you hold on with your eleventh level soul power?"

Jiang Ming looked at the new student who was already sweating profusely and asked softly.

"I can! I will definitely persevere!"

Huo Yuhao's eyes were full of stubbornness and determination. Even though he was pressed to the ground by the pressure of his soul power, he had no idea of ​​giving up.

"Oh, not bad, not bad... Then just keep holding on. I want to see how long you can hold on."

Jiang Ming nodded and looked at Huo Yuhao with a hint of amusement.

He reduced Huo Yuhao's spirit power pressure to level 10, but even if he reduced it by one level, he would still be treated the same as other freshmen. And this was still a strength that he, who only had level 11 spirit power, could not withstand!

Huo Yuhao felt that the force pressing on him had weakened a bit. He wanted to try to stand up, but even if the force weakened, he could not stand up.

"Let me remind you that the first round of soul pressure will last for ten minutes!"

Jiang Ming stood up and glanced at the queue of freshmen below, and found that someone was already swaying in the first minute.

Obviously, these people have never had this kind of experience, and even if it is only the tenth level of soul power pressure, it is difficult to accept it.

And some people look very relaxed.

For example, there was a freshman in Class who looked very similar to that guy Dai Yueheng.

The third ring, it seems, is not the third ring that has just been broken through.

Compared with this guy, Huo Yuhao, who was pressed to the ground and kneeled on one knee, looked quite embarrassed.

Time passed minute by minute, ten minutes was neither long nor short.

But some people can no longer hold on.

And this person is not Huo Yuhao, who has the lowest soul power!

"Take her to the infirmary and take it easy."

Jiang Ming directed an instructor to take a fainted female freshman to the infirmary.

Every year in military training, freshmen faint at the level of soul power pressure. Sometimes, this has less to do with soul power and more to do with willpower.

Jiang Ming knelt down and glanced at the puddle of sweat under Huo Yuhao's face, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

Although this little guy's talent is not very good, it can even be said to be very poor, but his willpower is surprisingly strong!

It's a pity. If this kid was more talented and could reach the second level, Jiang Ming felt that he might become a strong man.

Ten minutes passed quickly, during which two more freshmen fainted and were sent to the infirmary.

And Huo Yuhao, even though he looked exhausted, never fainted.

"interesting."

Jiang Ming murmured, and then picked up the soul amplifier.

"stop!"

The next moment, the soul pressure that enveloped the freshmen slowly dissipated.

Many freshmen just hung down, holding their knees with their hands and breathing heavily, with beads of sweat covering their foreheads.

"Huo Yuhao!"

After the soul power pressure on his body was gone, Wang Dong quickly checked on Huo Yuhao's condition.

"I told you, he's fine."

Jiang Ming said softly, then looked at Huo Yuhao and said:

"Can you get up? If you can get up, I will give you a little gift."

Although this little guy has very little talent, Jiang Ming likes his stubborn temper and willpower very much.

"You pervert, what else do you want to do to Huo Yuhao?!"

When Wang Dong heard Jiang Ming's words, he thought that Jiang Ming was going to continue to harm Huo Yuhao, and he immediately became angry.

Jiang Ming was really stunned by Wang Dong's scolding.

To be honest, this was his first time being pointed at his nose and called a pervert.

"Wang Dong!"

Huo Yuhao stretched out his hand to hold Wang Dong, raised his sweat-soaked face, and gasped:

"I'm fine, I can stand up!"

When Jiang Ming saw this, he didn't say anything, but looked at Huo Yuhao quietly.

Resisting the fatigue of his muscles, Huo Yuhao slowly raised the knee on the ground, but every time he raised his body a little, he would feel a sense of soreness all over his body.

He just persisted with willpower, but the strength of the body cannot be changed by willpower. If you hold on hard, your body will inevitably have problems.

"Jiang Ming, what are you doing..."

Zhang Lexuan walked to Jiang Ming and frowned slightly as she looked at the stubborn freshman.

"It's okay, just watch, this little guy is a bit interesting."

Time passed little by little, but Huo Yuhao only stood up a little.

"I can't keep waiting for you. If I can't stand up for a minute, forget it."

Jiang Ming added some more ingredients to Huo Yuhao.

Hearing this, Huo Yuhao's body trembled and he almost fell down again.

However, he managed to keep his composure.

Little by little, little by little, he stood up.

One minute is just right.