nyslfriends Chapter 22 Daily Training!
Chapter 22 Daily Training!
"Teacher Shao Xin, bring more meat!" Oscar shouted.
"There's not enough storage space," Flander said without looking up.
Ma Hongjun thought for a moment and said, "We can bring fewer bones; the bear skin is more useful than the bones. Bring more meat, and just enough bones for making medicinal baths."
Flanders glanced at him and nodded.
In less than half an hour, the body of the Mighty King Kong Bear was completely decomposed.
A bear skin, intact and complete, was folded and stuffed into the storage soul tool.
Take a number of bear bones, and select the thickest ones with the most marrow.
One bear gallbladder was carefully placed into a jade box.
There are four bear paws, each about the size of a washbasin, wrapped in cloth.
Several portions of bear meat were wrapped in large leaves, filling the last remaining gap in the storage space.
The rest could only remain in this forest, becoming food for other spirit beasts.
"Let's go." Flander clapped his hands and turned to walk out of the forest.
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On the way back, Oscar kept looking at his right hand.
The palm has returned to normal, and there is no abnormality visible.
But as soon as he activates his soul bone, the golden bear claw will immediately appear, granting him power far exceeding that of ordinary people.
"Xiao Ao, stop looking." Ma Hongjun patted his shoulder. "Looking at it won't make anything grow."
Oscar chuckled. "I just find it all so unreal. Yesterday I was just a support character who could only make sausages, and today I'm a warrior who can split rocks. Don't you think I'm dreaming?"
Ma Hongjun reached out and pinched him.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"
"It's not a dream," Ma Hongjun said with a smile.
Oscar rubbed the spot where he had been pinched and grinned.
"Hongjun, thank you."
He suddenly said this, his voice much more serious than usual.
"If it weren't for what you said to me, I might never have dared to imagine myself standing on the front lines in battle. I might have lived my whole life like all food-type Soul Masters, hiding behind others."
Ma Hongjun shook his head.
"I only said a few words. The final choice is yours."
Oscar looked at him, his eyes slightly red.
He nodded vigorously and said nothing more.
Some things don't need to be said.
Flander walked in front, but his ears were always perked up, and he heard the two children's conversation clearly.
He didn't turn around, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
Shrek Academy may be dilapidated, poor, and have only two students.
But these two students will surely stand at the top of the mainland in the future.
He has this confidence.
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It was already late at night when we got back to the inn.
After a quick bite to eat, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.
Ma Hongjun lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind still replaying everything that had happened that day.
The Mighty Vajra Bear's spirit ring, with its external spirit bone, the Golden Bear Claw, and the image of Oscar splitting a boulder with a single claw...
All of this points to one thing.
The path of a well-rounded food-type Soul Master is feasible.
This road is not only walkable, but it can take you very far.
Ma Hongjun closed his eyes, a slight smile on his lips.
Next, we should move forward.
Oscar has already completed his second spirit ring; now it's his turn.
What should he choose for his second spirit ring?
Light-type spirit beasts must be older than their first spirit ring, at least seven hundred years old, preferably close to a thousand years old.
Do such soul beasts exist in the Star Dou Great Forest?
As Ma Hongjun pondered these thoughts, he fell into a deep sleep.
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The day after returning from the Star Dou Great Forest, the training intensity doubled.
Before dawn, Oscar dragged Ma Hongjun out of bed.
"Hongjun, wake up! Teacher Zhao said we'll have extra practice today!"
Ma Hongjun opened his eyes, glanced at the still dark sky outside the window, and sighed silently.
This is the path he chose; he has to walk it to the end, even if he has to crawl on his knees.
In the courtyard, Zhao Wuji was already waiting. At his feet lay two sets of heavy metal armor, gleaming coldly in the morning light.
"From today onwards, you two will wear this for training every day." Zhao Wuji pointed to the armor on the ground. "Each set weighs fifty pounds, and you are not allowed to take it off while eating or sleeping."
Oscar looked at the armor and his face turned pale.
"Teacher Zhao...do you even wear these to bed?"
"You have to wear it even when you sleep." Zhao Wuji said expressionlessly, "When you feel that fifty pounds is like not wearing anything, I'll increase your weight to one hundred pounds."
Oscar opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he silently picked up the armor and put it on.
Without saying a word, Ma Hongjun put it on.
The weight of fifty pounds pressed down on me, and my shoulders immediately felt a heavy pressure. Breathing became somewhat difficult, and my knees had to bear a greater impact when walking.
But he didn't complain.
What's a little weight?
In his past life, special forces soldiers trained by running cross-country with heavy loads for dozens of kilometers at a time. He only weighed fifty pounds, while they were carrying dozens of kilograms.
After putting on their armor, Zhao Wuji led the two of them on a morning run.
The dirt road that winds around the back of the college is about two kilometers long.
On the first lap, Oscar was able to keep up.
On the second lap, he started to pant heavily.
On the third lap, his pace slowed down noticeably, and sweat streamed down his face, soaking his training clothes.
"I can't run anymore..." Oscar bent over, his hands on his knees, panting heavily.
"If you can't run, walk; if you can't walk, crawl." Zhao Wuji's voice came from ahead, leaving no room for negotiation. "You're not allowed to eat breakfast if you miss even one of these five laps today."
Oscar gritted his teeth, straightened his back, and kept running.
Ma Hongjun followed beside him, slowing down to match his pace.
"Xiao Ao, adjust your breathing," Ma Hongjun said. "Two steps inhale, two steps out exhale, don't pant."
Oscar tried it and indeed felt better.
"Hongjun... how come you're not tired at all?" Oscar asked as he ran, panting heavily.
"Because I'm used to it," Ma Hongjun said. "You'll get used to it too."
After running five laps, it was already broad daylight.
Oscar plopped down on the ground, completely soaked, as if he'd been pulled from the water. Running ten kilometers with a fifty-pound load was definitely his limit.
Ma Hongjun was also tired, but he didn't sit down. Instead, he walked slowly with his back bent, allowing his body to smoothly transition from the strenuous exercise.
"Get up, don't sit." Ma Hongjun pulled Oscar along. "You can't sit after running, walk around a bit."
Oscar was pulled up by him, his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he trembled with every step.
But he gritted his teeth and walked step by step.
Breakfast was soul beast meat soup.
Shao Xin stewed a large pot of the Mighty Vajra Bear's meat. The broth was milky white and fragrant. The meat chunks were stewed until tender and melted in the mouth, with a rich essence of soul power exploding in the oral cavity.
Ma Hongjun drank three bowls of wine and ate two large pieces of meat in one go.
Oscar devoured his food, sweating profusely as he ate.
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