"I'm not fighting anymore." Chen Beixuan brushed the dust off his clothes and took a big step back.
Chen Guan took advantage of the moment to retract his scythe and stood up straight.
"Your foundation is much more solid than that guy next to you, Long Ao." Chen Beixuan rubbed the blue stubble on his chin and gave a very fair evaluation.
Long Ao: "..."
Did you really have to mention me?
[Poor Long Ao.]
[Buff the Dragon!]
The bullet comments floated past one after another. Chen Beixuan turned around to face the whole class, who were still stunned from watching: "The warm-up session ends here."
"Are you hurt?" An Changqing carefully examined Chen Guan's hands, the ones holding the scythe.
"I'm fine." Chen Guan put the scythe away again.
Based on the feeling just now, he thought Chen Beixuan's strength far surpassed Li Yan's.
As a teacher, this was really overqualified.
"Everyone, quiet down." Chen Beixuan clapped his hands forcefully, cutting off the students' low murmurs.
"Now we'll begin class according to my rules."
"Listen up, everyone." Chen Beixuan pointed at the large circular track outside the martial arts hall.
"The first training item today is to go outside and run laps."
Several sighs of relief came from the crowd.
Running laps was just too basic.
"Don't get too happy too soon." Chen Beixuan grinned.
"My rules are simple."
"Throughout the entire run, no one is allowed to use any form of spiritual energy."
"If I detect even the slightest bit of spiritual energy fluctuation," Chen Beixuan pointed at the open door of the martial arts hall,
"I'll count this physical training class as a fail, and you'll have to retake it."
At these words, some students' faces immediately turned grim.
Those from knowledge-based or spirit-based disciplines usually didn't focus on physical fitness, so their stamina wasn't much better than an ordinary person's.
Running laps purely on physical strength was practically half a death sentence for these people.
"Teacher." An Changqing raised his right hand to ask a question.
"How many laps do we need to run without any assistance?"
"Not many." Chen Beixuan slowly held up two fingers.
"Just twenty laps."
A loud outburst of protest erupted from the crowd.
Finishing that purely on physical strength, for students who weren't muscle freaks, was definitely a huge disaster.
This was even more demonic than Li Yan.
"This is a classroom. Protests are invalid." Chen Beixuan turned and walked toward the shade at the entrance.
"Timing starts now."
"For the last ten students to finish, I have special rewards personally prepared."
The students didn't dare waste any more time and all dashed madly toward the track.
Chen Guan, carrying that heavy coffin on his back, stayed in the middle to back of the group, maintaining a steady pace. Fortunately, he was an all-rounder, so running was no big deal.
Chen Beixuan somehow got a lounge chair and sat comfortably at the edge of the track.
He held a worn-out thermos, slowly sipping hot water.
"Hurry up and run!" Chen Beixuan shouted loudly at the passing students.
"You elites of Huaqing, didn't you eat breakfast?"
Chen Beixuan took a few slow sips of water, then pulled out a freshly washed red apple, wiped it on his clothes, and began munching on it with relish.
The crisp crunching sound was exceptionally clear across the quiet track, making the running students swallow hard, their throats feeling even drier.
"Oh, this student, you're running too slowly!"
He suddenly picked up a megaphone he'd prepared in advance, his voice echoing deafeningly across the track: "Are you taking a stroll for the elderly? If you can't finish, I can add a little break-time exercise—how about a leap with every step?"
He even took out his phone and played some high-tempo dance music at max volume, as if using the soundwaves to urge the students on.
When a student staggered slightly from exhaustion, Chen Beixuan would seize the moment and shout through the megaphone: "Oh, out of energy? Were you up too late gaming last night? Young people, lacking vigor just won't do!"
At one point, he even produced a sun umbrella from somewhere, set it up comfortably by his lounge chair, pulled out a bag of chips, tore it open, and started crunching away.
The sound drifted with the wind, making many students glance sideways—but none dared to stop.
He even gave a "keep going" hand gesture to a gasping student, while silently mouthing the words: "So slow."
Countless students fumed with rage but had no way to retaliate.
At that moment, everyone's longing for Li Yan reached its peak.
Two long hours later, the grueling run finally ended.
The students of both Tianxuan and Tianshu classes collapsed on the ground in disarray, sucking in deep breaths.
Su Yuehe lay limp on the floor, too weak to even move a finger.
Even Long Ao's clothes were completely soaked through with sweat, showing just how intense it was.
Chen Beixuan got up from his lounge chair and walked over to the sprawled-out crowd.
"Rest on the spot for five minutes." Chen Beixuan glanced down at his watch.
"Rest well, because after the next training session, I estimate you won't even have the strength to lift chopsticks."
Another wave of desperate groans rose from the students, but Chen Beixuan easily suppressed all complaints.
The method of suppression was simple—just pure physical force.
Five minutes later, dragging steps as heavy as if filled with lead, everyone returned to the spacious hall.
In the center of the hall, a long row of custom metal pull-up bars had descended.
"Second training item." Chen Beixuan slapped the alloy pole of the pull-up bar heavily.
"Pull-ups."
"The rules are exactly the same as the run."
"No using any abilities or equipment to assist."
"The whole class, regardless of gender, is treated equally."
"The passing mark for each person is one hundred."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire room erupted in uproar.
Doing one hundred standard pull-ups without any abilities—
This was simply pushing their physical limits to the extreme without any limits.
"Anyone who can't finish one hundred today won't be walking out of this door." Chen Beixuan pointed at the row of pull-up bars above and issued the final order.
"Start now. Immediately."
Long Ao was the first to stride up to the pull-up bar and jump up with force.
The physical foundation of the Enhancement faction showed its absolute advantage at this moment.
[A hundred pull-ups with abilities sealed off? Oh my god, Teacher Fengzi.]
[This new teacher must be a demon just out of an interrogation room.]
[Doing a hundred pull-ups—I wouldn't even dare dream of it.]
No matter how agitated the bullet comments were, they couldn't affect Chen Beixuan's demonic training session starting.
Soon, the spacious hall was filled only with heavy breathing and the faint sound of clothes rustling.
At the beginning, everyone could barely hold on with their usual foundation.
By the time they reached fifty, quite a few people had already fallen off the bar due to arm fatigue.
Chen Beixuan paced leisurely among the crowd with his thermos in hand, patrolling.
From time to time, he would point out corrections to those students whose form had already become severely sloppy.
"Tighten your core." Chen Beixuan approached Long Ao, who was trembling all over.
"Don't rely solely on the brute force of your arms to pull."
Long Ao gritted his teeth, his face flushed red from the strain.
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