The Ten Goddesses of Douluo Continent are all my Martial Souls

However, it is not easy to complete without using soul power and carrying a heavy load.

"Mu Bai, let's stop for a bit."

Tang San, who was running, suddenly stopped. He had only run a short distance, but there was already a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Although both of them had used up their soul power before, they were running without using their soul power at this moment. In terms of stamina, they were obviously the best among the Shrek Seven Devils.

At this moment, Ma Hongjun and Oscar were already hundreds of meters behind, while Zhu Zhuqing had caught up with them, and Ning Rongrong was at the very back.

"What's wrong, mistress?"

Dai Mubai also stopped and looked at Tang San with some confusion.

"Ten round trips is quite a long time, let's run!"

Tang Sandao:

"Mu Bai, do you remember? Before we set off, the teacher said that we were a team and that we had to complete this punishment together. In addition to me running twelve laps, you all have to do it at the same time."

"Based on my understanding of the teacher, this time he not only wanted to punish us, but also to make us exercise."

My teacher just told me yesterday that the body is the foundation of a Soul Master, and my ability to absorb the Human-Faced Demon Spider Soul Ring beyond my level is related to my physical attributes.

"More importantly, this punishment is probably also a test from the teacher. What he wants to test is our collective character."

We are a team. Physically, perhaps you and I can manage, but they might not. I think we must think of a way to get everyone together to overcome this challenge.

As the only disciple of the Grandmaster, Tang San obviously understood him best. Hearing his words, Dai Mubai slowly nodded:

"I'm afraid that's really the case. Let's discuss it when they come up."

Soon, the others caught up, and Tang San repeated his thoughts on today's punishment.

Oscar frowned slightly and said:

"I think Tang San is right. Master is probably testing us. Our loads are different because Master deliberately calculated the limits of our physical strength."

"Tang San and Dai Mubai's situations should be within their limits, and they might even have some stamina left. Fatty probably just reached his limit. Of course, there are also those who exceed their limits."

"Only through everyone's concerted efforts can it be accomplished. I'm probably the only one who has to bear the weight beyond my limits."

In the end, he couldn't help but smile wryly.

He had only run two kilometers when he could feel the bamboo basket on his back getting heavier and heavier, and sweat was beading on his forehead.

With such a long distance ahead, he knew he definitely wouldn't be able to keep going.

Fatty Ma Hongjun said nonchalantly:

"Why don't we cheat? Let's secretly eat some of Little O's recovery sausages. Are we worried about running out of energy?"

"Cheating?"

Oscar glared at the fat man, annoyed. He was a smart man and wouldn't do anything foolish.

"Fatty, I'll just ask you one question: can you be sure that the master didn't have other teachers supervising us? If we were caught cheating, the punishment wouldn't be as simple as it is now."

Moreover, the master must have had a deeper meaning in punishing us like this; it's only for our own good. Now we need to think of a way to conserve our energy as much as possible.

Tang San suddenly spoke up:

"Although the teacher made us run with weights and couldn't use our soul power, the total weight for the seven of us is this much. As long as we can complete the punishment with these weights, it'll be fine. Oscar, give me your stone."

Oscar paused for a moment, then chuckled:

"Good brother. But there's no need for that now. I think it's better if the seven of us start running at a constant speed, so that we can all stay together, and a constant speed is the most energy-efficient."

When someone can't hold on any longer, they can help each other adjust the weight. This way, we can conserve as much energy as possible. What do you think?

Dai Mubai, being the oldest and strongest among them, demonstrated the leadership expected of a leader:

"Stop talking nonsense. Talking will only waste your energy. Let's run. Let's do as Xiao Ao says."

At that moment, the group resumed their long-distance running journey.

Undoubtedly, among the group, Oscar and Ning Rongrong, as support-type Soul Masters, had the worst physical strength.

The group then started running at their own pace, maintaining a steady speed as they headed towards Soto City.

The first round trip was completed at this constant speed.

Only when they actually started running did everyone gradually feel the pressure brought by the weight.

If it were just ordinary running, even without using soul power, a round trip of about six kilometers wouldn't be a burden for them. The modification of their bodies by soul power gives them physical abilities far beyond those of ordinary people, even support-type soul masters like Oscar and Ning Rongrong are no exception.

With the added weight, their bodies clearly became uncomfortable. After one round trip, Ning Rongrong and Oscar were drenched in sweat, and the others also showed signs of fatigue.

Tang San and Dai Mubai were carrying a 15-kilogram stone, Ma Hongjun was carrying a 10-kilogram stone, and Ning Rongrong and Oscar were carrying only 5 kilograms, but at this moment they felt as if they were carrying a huge mountain. Their bodies were getting heavier and heavier, and they could only grit their teeth and maintain a steady pace.

The academy gates were in sight, and to everyone's surprise, the master was standing there watching them complete their first round trip. Beside him was a table with a large bucket on it.

"Everyone, have some water, then continue."

The master's words are always concise and to the point.

The bucket contained lukewarm water, slightly salty, seemingly with added salt. Under the master's supervision, each person was only allowed to drink one cup of lukewarm water before being immediately urged to embark on the path of punishment once more.

As time went by, the giant fireball in the sky gradually moved closer to the center, and the temperature it brought gradually increased.

After drinking the salt water, everyone's strength was replenished. Tang San and Dai Mubai were fine, but Oscar clearly felt that he had regained some of his strength.

Watching the students' figures gradually disappear into the distance, the master stood on the ground expressionless, but when he saw that the seven of them had returned together, a hint of satisfaction was clearly revealed in the depths of his eyes.

He carried the large bucket and walked into the academy. At this moment, he was not only a teacher instructing the students, but also a caring elder. What he wanted to do was not to mistreat the students, but to give them genuine training.

The second round trip, the third round trip, the fourth round trip...

Each time before returning to the academy, everyone would drink salt water prepared by the master at a suitable temperature. Warm water is easily absorbed, and the salt replenishes the energy depleted through sweating.

Even Ning Rongrong and Oscar felt that they had miraculously managed to complete four round trips at a steady pace, without stopping at all except for drinking water.

However, by the time the fifth round trip began, Oscar's speed had noticeably slowed down.

The scenery before their eyes began to blur, and their legs felt as heavy as lead. The bamboo baskets on their backs seemed to carry this weight like mountains.

While maintaining a steady pace, the others were still able to conserve their energy. Although everyone was drenched in sweat, their spirits remained high.

"Little Oscar, give me your stone," Tang San said to Oscar.

This time, Oscar did not refuse.

They knew very well that they were already exhausted, and if things continued like this, they might not be able to make it back and forth.

Tang San and Dai Mubai's load increased from 15 kilograms to 20 kilograms, and the bamboo basket now contained two stones.

Five kilograms may not seem heavy, but with such a significant expenditure of energy, these simple five kilograms had become a noticeable burden for the two of them. Although they were still able to maintain a steady pace, their breathing had become noticeably heavier.

On the contrary, after losing five kilograms of pressure, Oscar instantly felt a sense of transcendence.

It felt as if my whole body was so light it could float away. After a few deep breaths, running became much easier. Not only did I regain my original steady pace, but I even felt somewhat at ease.

The fifth, sixth, and seventh round trips ended under these circumstances. By the time the eighth round trip began, nearly two hours had passed. At this point, the sun had already moved past its zenith.

Noon has passed.

Everyone struggled to breathe, their lungs felt like they were on fire, and with each step they took, a clear watermark was left on the ground.

That was the sweat flowing from their bodies.

Since their last trip, the amount of salt water they replenished at the college gate has increased to two cups.

They also had short breaks. The master did not rush them and continued to prepare warm salt water for them after each trip.

"I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore."

It was Ma Hongjun who spoke, and he stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

The fat man stopped, his hands resting on his knees, panting heavily. His fat face had turned deathly pale, and each breath seemed extremely difficult.

Everyone stopped, speechless. Looking at each other, they realized that every one of their companions' clothes was soaked with sweat.

Unfortunately, no one has the energy to appreciate the beautiful scenery right now; everyone is standing there, panting.

Tang San shouldn't have been this exhausted, but with Oscar's weight on his shoulders, his burden was heavier than others.

It took them nearly five minutes to catch their breath before they gradually recovered.

Ma Hongjun couldn't help but say, "Since we're going to miss lunch anyway, let's slow down. I can't go on anymore; if I keep running, I'm afraid I'll die of exhaustion."

Dai Mubai frowned and said, "Slow? Didn't you notice that the salt water the master prepares for us is always at the same temperature? But our speed has been decreasing. It's obvious that the master calculated our physical condition."

Running back is too slow, and there might be additional punishment. Although the master is a bit strict with our training, he's doing it for our own good. We must persevere. Fatty, give me your weights.

Ma Hongjun looked at Dai Mubai with some surprise:

"Boss Dai, are you alright?"

Dai Mubai straightened his chest:

"Fatty, remember, a man can't say no. Give it to me."

The journey began again. This time, everyone slowed down. Although Dai Mubai didn't say a word, it was obvious that his steps had become much heavier, and he sweated the most with each step.

The fat man was carrying a 10-kilogram load. With his strength already somewhat depleted, increasing the load to 30 kilograms had a significant impact on his physical exertion.

After the eighth round trip, when the master was providing them with warm salt water, he deliberately glanced at the bamboo baskets behind them, but said nothing.

The ninth round trip continued. Although he was not carrying any weight, Oscar's physical strength had reached its limit, while Ma Hongjun had recovered somewhat.

With Soto City in sight, the ninth round trip was almost halfway complete. Suddenly, Dai Mubai stumbled and fell forward.

In the past, with Dai Mubai's strength, he could have stood up straight with a single movement, but now his physical strength was severely depleted.

Tang San stayed close to Dai Mubai and, seeing that he was about to fall, quickly stepped forward and supported his shoulder.

Dai Mubai's two pupils in his evil eyes had merged into one. Tang San had seen this before when they were in danger, and this should be a sign of the limit.

Dai Mubai couldn't stand on his own; he was leaning on Tang San's shoulder, his chest heaving violently like a bellows, and he looked almost dehydrated.

"Boss Dai, how are you?" Everyone rushed over and asked with concern.

Tang San didn't say anything, but directly took out the largest 15-kilogram stone from Dai Mubai's bamboo basket and put it into his own bamboo basket.

"Xiao San, no need, I can still hold on." Dai Mubai barely straightened his body, his eyes shining with determination as he looked at Tang San. "I can do it. Brothers, let's keep going, no one can fall behind."

As he spoke, Dai Mubai forcibly took his 15-kilogram stone from Tang San's bamboo basket and put it back into his own basket.

"Boss Dai, give me back what I have." Ma Hongjun suddenly spoke up. At this point, there was still one and a half round trips left before the end of all the punishments, and everyone knew that it was impossible for Dai Mubai to complete the task while carrying a 30-kilogram load.