Waves of intense heat, accompanied by surging flames, rushed towards us.
The red-painted ground sizzled and bubbled as it was heated, like a lacquer carving brush, stroke by stroke, painting the ground into the desired shape and charred color.
The terrifying heat caused even the trainees standing close to the track to take several steps back before the invisible pressure dissipated.
"Are they trying to roast the instructor alive? That's against the rules!"
One of the students exclaimed, dumbfounded.
Upon hearing this, Yan, who was staring intently at Qian Yuelong, frowned and glanced at him with disdain: "If you observe carefully, you will know how ridiculous your words are."
The student turned his head and said indignantly, "I didn't say anything wrong! You saw the power of this fire soul skill, didn't you? Although that teacher is a Soul King level with excellent defense, this is still a violation that can cause injury, isn't it?"
“I agree with him. I also think you really need to get your eyes checked.” Another female student glanced sideways, her delicate face showing disdain. This made the first student feel a surge of anger, and she was about to angrily question him about what he had done wrong when she heard another clear, cold voice enter her ears—
“Look closely, although her first soul skill is domineering and can easily hurt people, the area covered and spread by this blue flame is always only aimed at the track. Even the rising flames do not overflow the track, let alone hurt anyone in the slightest.”
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Yan looked at Xie Yue, who had spoken, and a smile appeared on his lips. A strong fighting spirit rose in his dark red eyes, and he said with a mixture of admiration and longing, "Yes, her control over soul power is really amazing."
Although I hate to admit it, even he couldn't control the flames with such precision.
Yan, whose martial spirit was named Flame Lord, stared intently at Qian Yuelong, his desire to fight her growing stronger.
It would be great if we could have a match.
There should be some friendly competition between classmates later on, right?
Yan licked his slightly dry lips, eager to try.
Wei Ming silently observed the students' movements, a smile playing on his lips. He looked at Qian Yuelong, who was riding a fiery tornado and effortlessly passing through the second gravity field as if a typhoon had passed through, and his smile deepened.
"How is this possible?! My magnetic field is completely ineffective?!"
The Five-Ring Soul King, who had been left far behind by Qian Yuelong, fell into self-doubt.
His fourth soul skill, the Gravity Field, is not strictly speaking a conventional gravity field. It is more like a magnetic vortex, which requires a medium, such as the ground, to make it a giant magnet that attracts all living things around it and traps them within the range of the soul skill. Like a butterfly whose wings are stuck to a spider web, it makes their limbs stick tightly to this "giant magnet" and makes it difficult for them to escape.
His words of existential doubt carried on the wind, and a sly glint flashed in Qian Yuelong's eyes.
Therefore, we should read more books, because knowledge is power.
If today, like yesterday, I can't use my soul power and soul skills, and have to force my way through the challenge by relying on my physical strength, then Hai will really be in trouble.
But if soul power and soul skills can be used, that's another story.
In her view, this second realm of gravity is a physics problem.
Coincidentally, she knew the answer to this question.
It's magnetic.
Heat can demagnetize; this is common sense in physics.
"That's the third one!"
The girl who worked with Wei Ming to conduct this proof experiment clenched her fist excitedly, cheering for Qian Yuelong in her heart.
Hey classmate, you have to win!
On the track, the azure flame tornado surrounding Qian Yuelong's body entered the range of the third gravity domain soul skill.
The third five-ring Soul King stood ready, spreading his five fingers and pressing his palms to the ground. He suddenly increased the injection of soul power, causing the gravity of the entire space to become disordered. Like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, or cutting flesh with a dull knife, he helped Qian Yuelong easily break through the second gravity field. The Azure Flame Tornado seemed to be a jigsaw puzzle that had been broken, tearing into pieces in the weightless space. The drifting flames scattered in this space, revealing Qian Yuelong at the center.
The gravitational pull from the Earth's core disappeared, and a feeling of weightlessness came from beneath my feet.
She was like a piece of garlic peeled and washed on a cutting board, then someone pressed her down heavily on the cutting board with the flat blade of a cleaver. The invisible blade scraped across her body, giving her the feeling that her body would be torn to pieces in the next second.
As Qian Yuelong, who had attached the Azure Flame to her body to protect herself when passing through the second gravity field, suddenly felt a jolt in her eyelids. In the weightless space, the protective membrane formed by the Azure Flame was cut off inch by inch by invisible blades from all directions.
not good!
An invisible blade tore through the special material of the school uniform, and beneath the ripped edges, tiny cuts appeared on the fair skin.
Crimson blood dripped onto the light purple-gray school uniform, quickly turning it into a murky gradient.
The expressions of those who witnessed this changed, especially the girl, who immediately turned and accused:
"Wait! Teacher Wei, this isn't fair! Why did he hurt someone?!"
Wei Ming remained calm: "It's normal for Soul Masters to get bumps and bruises during physical training. It won't endanger their lives, so why are you panicking?"
Moreover, he is careful in his actions and will not go all out against Qian Yuelong.
It cannot be avoided, it cannot be stopped.
As she assessed the situation, Qian Yuelong instantly devised a countermeasure. She continuously mobilized her soul power, controlling the ever-regenerating blue flames that would be cut off after they had already begun to emerge. These flames extended into fiery wings, which flashed powerfully behind her, propelling her forward. She simultaneously drew upon her spiritual and soul power to replenish the ruptured protective shield, while struggling through the invisible sea of blades.
One lap, passed.
Second lap, through.
Third lap complete.
The expressions of the students in Elite Class 3 changed with each step Qian Yuelong took through the gravity field.
Even the students who initially had objections and thought it was impossible to complete the task gradually became solemn, silently watching Qian Yuelong, whose body was soaked in sweat and stained with blood.
With her soul power greatly depleted, Qian Yuelong ran across the finish line with trembling legs. She bent over, supporting her trembling knees, panting heavily. After catching her breath for more than ten seconds, she stood up again and said in a hoarse voice, "Teacher Wei, I'm done."
The bloodstains on her body looked a bit scary, and the salt carried by her sweat stung her wounds when it flowed over them, but after getting used to the pain, it didn't hurt that much anymore.
Wei Ming nodded and patted his palms twice: "Congratulations, you've proven yourself. You've done very well and completed half of the punishment circle."
A penalty circle?
Panting, Qian Yuelong realized something, and her eyelids twitched.
Despite the successful verification, the girl, showing no joy on her face, gazed at Qian Yuelong with complicated emotions. After pursing her lips, she suddenly said softly, "I'm sorry, Qian Yuelong."
There is no harm without comparison.
The second hellish version of running laps, personally experienced by Qian Yuelong, was presented to them.
Compared to the first, simpler version that couldn't use soul power and whose three gravity fields wouldn't upgrade, this is simply too good to be true.
It's so hard for everyone to stop complaining.
Even the disgruntled girl bowed to Wei Ming and said earnestly:
"I'm sorry, Professor Wei, I take back what I said earlier. You are right."
Teacher Wei is not wrong.
Those who can't even complete this small circle are truly not qualified to speak; they're just a burden.
Moreover, if one becomes fixated on the gap between their soul power level and their current level, thus hindering their progress and failing to overcome even this small difficulty, then their journey as a soul master ends here.
—A side note—
Yang is back to health! Starting today, I'll work hard on rehabilitation and double cycles!
It's June! Wishing all the lovely students who are about to take the college entrance exam and the junior high school entrance exam the best of luck in achieving their desired results! Good luck on your exams!
(End of this chapter)
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