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As Dai Mubai's Martial Spirit became more strained, his fatigue grew, and soon, all the illusion Clones disappeared.
Dai Mubai's figure also became shaky, his tiger claws flailing wildly, as if he had just been through a great battle.
"Get…out…here…for…me…get…out!" Dai Mubai's intermittent voice came.
"I'm here, come and hit me." Shi Quan's voice came from directly in front.
Dai Mubai shook his head, forcing his eyes open to look. Seeing that Shi Quan was less than five meters away from him, his aura suddenly erupted. He squatted down and lunged forward.
That's right, everything just now was an act. He was indeed exhausted, but he hadn't reached his limit. He was also sure that Shi Quan's ability should be to weaken his consciousness and make him tired. If he continued to drag it out, he would surely lose.
So he deliberately feigned an appearance of being unable to hold on, luring Shi Quan out.
However, reality ultimately dealt him a heavy blow. The fierce tiger's pounce ultimately landed on empty air.
The cold light emitting from the tiger claws caught up to the retreating Shi Quan, only to dissipate into specks of light.
"Did you see wrong? I'm here." Shi Quan's voice sounded again, and Shi Quan's figure reappeared five meters in front of Dai Mubai.
How could Shi Quan not be aware of Dai Mubai's condition? Such a clumsy trick to lure him out, did he really think he was an idiot?
Wasn't he just running his mouth?
Now that the roles were reversed, let's see who could outplay whom.
Dai Mubai attacked again, his movements slower than before. As Shi Quan dodged, his voice sounded again, "You're not good enough either, how long have you lasted? Is your body too weak? Why don't you let your two girlfriends make you some tonics to replenish yourself?"
Listening to Shi Quan's words, Dai Mubai felt a surge of anger, but his body was no longer obeying him. Every movement felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and all he wanted to do was lie down and sleep.
Seeing that it was almost time, while Dai Mubai was momentarily dazed, Shi Quan flashed, appearing in front of Dai Mubai. He delivered two solid punches to his eye sockets. Dai Mubai instantly fell to the ground, unconscious. It was unclear if he was knocked out by Shi Quan or had simply fallen asleep.
Only those panda eyes were particularly obvious.
Shi Quan's strength was not small, and he had put effort into those two punches. Even after consuming Oscar's Big Sausage, those panda eyes would take two days to recover.
"Knocked out, mission complete." Shi Quan clapped his hands and gave Zhu Zhuqing a slight smile.
Zhu Zhuqing chuckled softly, immediately understanding that Shi Quan's two punches were to help her vent her anger.
"If Dean Flender isn't convinced, next time I can hit him harder. I guarantee he won't be able to get out of bed."
"Cough, cough."
Flender appeared beside Dai Mubai, helped him up, and after checking his condition and seeing that he was fine, he coughed twice and continued, "No need. This is the first time I've seen a Martial Spirit like yours, a mental force Martial Spirit. Your Second Soul Skill should be to release illusions, and your First Soul Skill shouldn't just be to make people's reactions sluggish, right?"
Shi Quan nodded, "My First Soul Skill can release an aura that makes people within its range feel mentally fatigued. The longer they stay, the stronger the effect."
"A range-type Spirit Ability, is this a hundred-year Spirit Ability? Not a thousand-year? Ten-thousand-year?" Flender's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
"This is certainly not a hundred-year Spirit Ability…" Shi Quan thought to himself. All the spirit rings of his Soul Martial Spirit were uniformly silver. The colors he displayed now were all disguised by Xiao Meng.
How could his Martial Spirit Abilities be compared to ordinary Martial Spirit Abilities? The Martial Spirit Abilities brought by Xiao Meng had their own strength calculated based on Shi Quan's mental force. If the three Martial Spirit Abilities of the Soul Martial Spirit were converted into years, the true effect of each Spirit Ability would be at least comparable to a spirit ring of over five thousand years.
"Mental fatigue? Illusions? Individually, they are both support-type Martial Spirit Abilities. These two Martial Spirit Abilities, when combined, do have a certain combat power."
Although Flender found it incredible, after careful thought, he felt it might still be due to Shi Quan's Martial Spirit, and he nodded.
Shi Quan managed to defeat Dai Mubai, who was six Ranks higher in spirit power than him, without even using his Third Soul Skill, which showed how strange his ability was.
Most importantly, Shi Quan also possessed the ability to fly, and from Zhao Wuji's feedback yesterday, Shi Quan seemed to be unaffected by gravity.
All things considered, although Shi Quan was a support Spirit Master, his actual combat power was by no means weaker than an attack system Spirit Master of the same Rank. With his flying ability, unless he was countered, Shi Quan could maintain an undefeated position against most Spirit Masters.
"Body Martial Spirit Soul? What kind of Martial Spirit is this? Unheard of, yet so strong. Compared to these Little freaks, he's the real Little freak, isn't he?"
Flender's eyes gleamed as he spoke, "Zhuang Zhou, your Martial Spirit is very special. You and the others will have classes at night. As for you two…"
Flender looked at Ning Rongrong and Oscar, "Ning Rongrong, what you said just now is very true. Physical strength is very important for a support Spirit Master. So, your lesson today is physical training. From now on, you will run twenty laps around the entire village. You can use your Martial Spirit to assist."
"Running?" Ning Rongrong frowned at Flender.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Flender looked at Ning Rongrong.
"Running has a relatively limited effect on improving physical fitness. Doesn't the Academy have other, more comprehensive methods of physical training?" At Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Ning Rongrong trained physically every day and was already accustomed to it, but she had almost never run.
"More comprehensive physical training?" Flender frowned. In his opinion, running was the best way to train physical fitness. It could not only build endurance but also speed, which should be the best training method for support Spirit Masters.
"That's right, running is fine for warming up. For physical training, doesn't the Academy have more systematic and professional training?"
"What do you mean by more professional and systematic training?" Flender looked at Ning Rongrong, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Hearing Flender say that, Ning Rongrong's eyes couldn't help but show some disappointment. She looked at the surrounding environment, "Even if the educational resources are poor, the educational standard doesn't seem high either. I really don't know how you managed to gather all these Geniuses together. Is it just by reputation?"
Hearing Ning Rongrong openly belittle the Academy and his teaching standards in front of everyone, Flender's face immediately darkened. "Ning Rongrong, if you think the Academy is not good enough, you are free to leave."
Ning Rongrong smiled, a smile that made people's hearts pound.
"What? Flender, I can't even speak my mind? Don't you have any idea what your Academy is like? How can you properly teach students and unleash their potential when you're this poor? I came here because I heard of your Academy's reputation. I came here to find stronger partners and to become stronger myself. But the truth is, Shrek Academy's standard is not much different from most academies, and perhaps even lower. The reason it has its current reputation is probably just because a few of you Spirit Saints and Spirit Emperors barely managed to make the name of 'monsters' famous, right?"
Listening to Ning Rongrong belittle the Academy as utterly worthless, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Oscar's expressions all changed.
Flender's eyes finally showed anger when he heard Ning Rongrong's words, but he ultimately endured it. "Since you feel that Shrek Academy cannot teach you well, then please leave. Shrek does not welcome students who do not acknowledge the Academy."
Ning Rongrong sneered, "It's bad, but I'm not allowed to say so? You want to kick me out? Since I've come, I'll leave whenever I want to."
Flender coldly smiled, "This Academy is my territory, and I make the rules. Tang San, Xiao Wu."
"Dean." Tang San and Xiao Wu responded.
Flender said, "You two, pack Ning Rongrong's belongings from her room and then send her away. If she resists, then directly tie her up and throw her out."
"Flender, you dare to let them lay a hand on me? It seems you must have received a letter from my father, right?" Ning Rongrong's expression remained perfectly calm. "As long as you dare to throw me out, I'll immediately return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and have my Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone come and tear down your deceptive Academy directly, leaving no Shrek in this world. If you don't believe me, you can try."
Flender's eyes flashed with rage, and his chest heaved violently with anger. He hadn't expected Ning Rongrong to be so clever, guessing that he had received a letter from Ning Fengzhi. Although he had stayed in Soto City for many years and paid little attention to worldly affairs, he had still heard about the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
He believed that if Ning Rongrong said it, she could absolutely do it.
He had originally thought he had leverage, but he hadn't expected Shrek to still welcome a formidable figure.
"Good, good, good!" Flender's eyes blazed with anger, but he could only endure it. He could only swallow his pride and say, "Then tell me, where is my teaching problematic? Running can train physical strength, endurance, and your speed? How is such training unprofessional? How is it not good? If you can't explain it clearly, even if I offend two Excellencies today, I will still properly discipline you."
Ning Rongrong said disdainfully, "Running, when calculated by distance, includes long-distance and short-distance running. When calculated by speed, there's slow running and fast running. You told us to run twenty laps around the village before noon, which is long-distance running with a time limit, meaning there's also a certain speed requirement. Although I don't know the exact distance, the focus of your training is merely physical strength and endurance. This kind of training is slow to show results and not very effective. It's not as quick as directly practicing horse stance. Not only is the time shorter, but the training effect is also better.
Even if you don't know about horse stance, you could completely use weighted training, having us run fast within a certain distance, then run slowly within a certain distance, repeating the cycle. This would not only quickly consume physical strength but also have a better training effect. Your simple method of running a certain distance within a certain time is the most time-consuming and least effective training method."
Flender's brows furrowed. Ning Rongrong's words left him momentarily unable to refute...