Noon arrived quickly, and Du Feng, along with Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar, headed to the cafeteria for lunch.
"Wow, there's even meat in the cafeteria today! That's rare!" Ma Hongjun exclaimed.
Oscar explained from the side, "Du Feng found the person in charge of delivering the food yesterday and gave him one hundred Gold Soul Coins. He asked him to prepare better meals from now on."
Ma Hongjun immediately looked at Du Feng with sparkling eyes.
"Brother Feng, you're really rich! I suddenly want to become your follower."
Du Feng rolled his eyes.
"Come on. You already receive Gold Soul Coins from the Spirit Hall every month. You don't even need to pay tuition. If you just cut down on visiting brothels, you'd have plenty of money."
Ma Hongjun scratched his head awkwardly.
"Well… I just can't control my lust."
"You… honestly, I don't even know what to say about you." Du Feng shook his head helplessly.
While chatting, the group soon arrived at the training ground.
Flender was already standing there, waiting for them. Watching the four young men approach while laughing and talking, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Ah, youth really is wonderful.
When Du Feng and the others noticed that Flender was already waiting, they immediately stopped chatting and hurried over to stand in line on the playground.
Seeing them ready, Flender spoke.
"You all seem quite energetic. It looks like you recovered well this morning. Good… very good."
Then he looked at Du Feng.
"Du Feng, tell me—what do you think is the most important thing for a Soul Master?"
Du Feng answered without hesitation.
"Of course it's Soul Power level and Soul Skills. It's extremely difficult for a Soul Grandmaster to defeat a Soul Sect. A ten-year Soul Ring can never compare to a hundred-year Soul Ring at the same level."
"A powerful Soul Skill that suits you can greatly enhance your strength. Soul Masters rely on Soul Power as their foundation and Soul Skills as their means of attack. Naturally, the higher the Soul Power, the better, and the more suitable the Soul Skills, the stronger the Soul Master."
Flender nodded.
"That's correct, Du Feng. But if two Soul Masters have similar Soul Ring configurations, what determines victory or defeat between them?"
Du Feng thought for a moment before replying,
"That depends on who is more ruthless… and who dares to risk everything."
Flender asked again,
"Then on the battlefield, how can you best ensure your survival?"
Du Feng replied casually,
"Simple. Stay at the back of the group and run away if things go wrong."
Flender's expression remained calm.
"If you run away when things go wrong, what about your teammates who risked their lives fighting beside you? What about the support-type Soul Masters in the rear? Will you simply abandon them?"
Du Feng fell silent.
Although he had never served in the military in his previous life, he knew that desertion was never considered honorable.
Seeing that Du Feng didn't respond, Flender continued.
"The first lesson I want to teach you today is the importance of teammates."
"On the battlefield, individual bravery is important, but without teammates you can rely on, your fate will not be good."
"Remember this, Du Feng. And the three of you should remember it as well."
"You came to Shrek Academy, and I hope to teach you not only knowledge about Soul Masters, but also the principles of being a decent human being."
"Understand the importance of your teammates."
Hearing this, Du Feng fell into deep thought.
In both his past life and this one, he had always lived only for himself and his family. The idea of risking his life for others had never truly crossed his mind.
Flender continued,
"The second lesson is that the most important thing for a Soul Master is physique—in simple terms, physical stamina."
"Although your physical abilities are stronger than those of ordinary people, your enemies are also Soul Masters."
"Support-type and food-type Soul Masters lack offensive power, making them easy targets. Therefore, they must have better stamina in order to escape danger."
"In critical moments, even one extra step could drain your remaining strength."
"And for battle-type Soul Masters, stamina determines how long you can fight."
"I have no interest in teaching a group of useless students who are already exhausted before the battle even begins."
Flender clapped his hands lightly.
"Alright. That's enough for today's lesson."
"Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar, come with me."
"Du Feng, stay here. Teacher Zhao will arrive shortly to give you your lesson."
With that, he turned and left with the three students.
Du Feng could only remain on the playground and wait.
About ten minutes later, Zhao Wuji arrived.
"Well, kid? Did Flender's words enlighten you a little?" Zhao Wuji asked with a mischievous grin.
"Let me see how good your physical abilities are. Start running around the track."
Du Feng immediately began running.
Is this all? he thought confidently.
I'm practically a veteran long-distance runner. I even train with weights. After absorbing my third soul ring, my physical condition improved dramatically.
This kind of run is nothing.
After running seven or eight laps, his breathing was still steady.
Watching from the side, Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes.
Looks like Du Tu trained him well, he thought.
Time to push him a little.
With that thought, Zhao Wuji activated his Martial Soul and used his third Soul Skill—Gravity Enhancement.
Then he stood there patiently, waiting to see Du Feng struggle.
Meanwhile, Du Feng continued running, feeling barely warmed up.
He was secretly pleased with himself, imagining how impressive he must look in front of Zhao Wuji.
But just as he was imagining his heroic moment, a sudden pressure descended on his entire body.
Instantly, Du Feng felt as if he were running through water. His movements became heavy and awkward.
He almost tripped but managed to stabilize himself.
Turning his head, he saw Zhao Wuji standing there with his Martial Soul activated, grinning mischievously.
Du Feng immediately understood.
That old bear activated a soul skill.
Unwilling to embarrass himself, he gritted his teeth and continued running.
After two laps, the pressure suddenly disappeared.
Du Feng immediately sped up.
But two laps later, the pressure returned again.
This cycle repeated itself again and again.
After another seven or eight laps, Du Feng was completely drenched in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of water.
Finally, after forcing himself through one more lap, Du Feng couldn't endure it anymore.
He stopped and began vomiting violently.
The sudden changes in gravity were too extreme. His heart and lungs simply couldn't handle it.
He felt like he was about to vomit his bile.
Seeing his miserable state, Zhao Wuji burst out laughing.
"You little brat, already finished? We've barely just started!"
Du Feng had no strength left to reply. After vomiting, he collapsed on the ground and began panting heavily.
Zhao Wuji waved his hand casually.
"That's enough for today. We'll continue tomorrow."
"Oh, and remember to clean up this place."
With that, he turned and left.
After lying there for a while, Du Feng finally recovered enough strength to stand.
He began cleaning the training ground while silently cursing Zhao Wuji's abnormal training methods.
Why make gravity manipulation so complicated? It's exhausting!
Once he finished cleaning, he dragged his exhausted body back to the dormitory to wash up.