Shennong Dao Master
Chapter 247 - 29: It’s All Xia Jing’s Fault!

Chapter 247: Chapter 29: It’s All Xia Jing’s Fault!

The martial master arranged a full day of training for Xia Jing, Chen Fang, Zhang Jie, Hu Bing, and the other ten people.

First was a 15-minute warm-up with sparring pair exercises.

Next, began the extreme running project.

"Extreme running" started at maximum speed, quickly depleting one’s stamina, and then continued with sheer willpower, gradually running.

When the limit was reached, the martial master would call a stop based on each individual’s condition.

But stopping didn’t mean resting; it meant continuing to battle with the martial master.

An hour and a half later, people started being called to stop by the martial master.

"Wang Meng, attack me! Quickly!"

The martial master whipped out.

"Tiger Roar Fist!"

Wang Meng rushed forward, swinging his fists at the training martial master, but his punches were trembling badly, and his movements had severely deteriorated.

"Bang!" The training martial master lightly kicked Wang Meng, sending him sprawling to the ground.

"Get up. You must believe in your potential, harness your strength with willpower." The training martial master said, "When you feel you can’t hold on anymore, that’s precisely the time for cultivation! Hurry up!"

Wang Meng panted heavily, his body blazing with pain, every inch of muscle trembling, yet he struggled to get up.

His body was completely out of control, all kinds of movements were deformed, and at this moment, Wang Meng looked like a drunken strongman. The training martial master easily dodged his attacks and knocked him down.

"Bang!" With the final fall, Wang Meng couldn’t get up this time and passed out directly.

"Swoosh~" The doctor quickly ran over to start treating Wang Meng.

"He didn’t even last an hour." The training martial master shook his head slightly, "Wang Meng is the weakest in this group of ten, both in strength and willpower."

When their stamina was abundant, each of these martial artists could unify the power of their physical bodies, control their whole bodies, and precisely manage each movement, fully exerting the power of their martial skills.

But after extreme training, it was hard to maintain such a state. Only those with tenacious willpower could precisely execute their moves before collapsing, ensuring the power of their martial skills wouldn’t drop too much.

After training for an hour and a half.

Among the group of ten, only Xia Jing, Chen Fang, Hu Bing, and Zhang Jie were still running. The other six had already reached their limits, collapsed, been treated, and completed a round of training.

"The gap between me and the geniuses of the four great military departments is still too apparent." Wang Meng looked at the four people still running and couldn’t help but sigh.

"Gurgle~" As he watched, Wang Meng’s stomach growled; he was hungry.

The other five were about the same; after an hour and a half of extreme training, they were very hungry by now.

But they could only endure the hunger, as all their food supplies depended on Zhao Xing from the Minister of Agriculture Supervision.

If he didn’t grow it, these people wouldn’t have anything to eat.

Enduring hunger was also part of the training!

"What do you think, will Zhao Xing be able to supply enough food for us ten?" Wang Meng chatted with the person next to him, "Our group is very strong, and we eat a lot."

"Who knows." The person next to him shrugged, "I heard Chen Fang say that Zhao Xing is a top-tier genius from the Geography Institute of the Minister of Agriculture Supervision. Such a genius shouldn’t let us go hungry for long."

"Rest assured, in a day’s time, the military agriculture officer should be able to produce enough second-grade supplies."

"It’s similar to the logic of the first round of training. They wouldn’t assign us an overly incompetent agriculture officer for team follow-up. At that time, in the ’no-magic training,’ the agriculture officers only needed to persevere to count as passing, while the martial artists scored based on their knockdown counts."

"It’s assumed that the food grown by the agriculture officers in a day would be enough to support the martial artists in the same team to recover."

"Among the fifty flying boats that landed at the Geography Institute, the martial artists were relatively powerful."

"That’s true, but what if he deliberately let us go hungry, then?" Wang Meng asked.

"It’s possible, but he needs to score too." The person next to him sneered, "Would he not want his own points?"

"What if other groups encounter a weaker agriculture officer, who isn’t good at farming; if there’s not enough food, wouldn’t they score poorly in the rapid training?"

"It depends on luck to some extent, like the previous round. Some people were luckier and might rank higher even if hanging on till the end, but generally, that doesn’t happen. As I said, the matched agriculture officers are typically similar and sufficient for everyone to eat."

"Of course, this being just an hour and a half, the first batch probably won’t be much."

"True, even if he has a rivalry with Xia Jing, he wouldn’t deliberately starve him... Hmm?" Wang Meng was talking when he suddenly looked in a certain direction.

In the distance, a green whirlwind was blowing, flying towards them.

"Oh, speaking of food, and here it comes." Wang Meng immediately beamed, "Just an hour and a half, Zhao Xing truly lives up to his reputation."

"Brothers, the food is here." The other six stood up one by one.

The training martial master also noticed Zhao Xing’s arrival.

He glanced at the green whirlwind, a strange look flashing in his eyes.

Wang Meng and the others couldn’t see clearly, but he saw at a glance that the green whirlwind contained a large amount of fruit!

"So much quantity? Could it be second-order supplies?" The training martial master was quite familiar with the rules on the agriculture officer’s side; the supplies were divided into second, third, and fourth grades.

Second-order supplies were easier to grow and naturally more abundant. Even a thousand pounds could only earn basic points, showing that the difficulty wasn’t particularly high.

The higher the grade, the lesser the quantity, the more points awarded, that’s when it reflected the agriculture officers’ skills.

"Stop!" The training martial master stopped Xia Jing and the others’ training. "Gather!"