"Fifteen hits!" Xiao Wu covered her buttocks and looked at Ye Feng with resentful eyes.
"Eighteen hits." Zhu Zhuqing also covered her buttocks, with a dazed expression, staring at Ye Feng in a complicated way.
"Eighteen hits!" Dugu Yan's eyes were filled with resentment. Ye Feng had used the Thousand Year Kill on her eighteen times.
"Fourteen hits!" Jiang Zhu didn't even bother using her healing abilities—because this wasn't an ordinary injury. Her spirit healing skills were completely useless. The sour and spicy sensation left a strange feeling inside her.
Twenty-seven days.
The training just now had lasted for twenty-seven days. Every time Ye Feng defeated Jiang Zhu, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, and Ning Rongrong, he would use that rogue Thousand Year Kill on them.
Twenty-seven days!
To be honest, Jiang Zhu, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, and Ning Rongrong had gone from resisting this method to actually anticipating it.
Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, Dugu Yan, and Jiang Zhu—when they thought about how they wouldn't be continuing this training tomorrow, they actually felt a little lost.
"Thirteen times!" Ning Rongrong looked at Ye Feng with resentment in her eyes.
That's right—Ning Rongrong was jealous.
Ye Feng had used the Thousand Year Kill on Xiao Wu fifteen times, on Zhu Zhuqing and Dugu Yan eighteen times each, on Jiang Zhu fourteen times, and on her—only thirteen times.
Ning Rongrong muttered in her heart: Fine, I can accept that it's two or five times less than Xiao Wu, Zhuqing, and Dugu Yan. But my looks aren't any worse than Jiang Zhu's! Why does Senior Brother favor Jiang Zhu a little more than me?
Ning Rongrong was unconvinced. Completely unconvinced.
She asked herself—she might not be as cute as Xiao Wu, nor as cold and stunning as Zhu Zhuqing, but how was she inferior to Jiang Zhu?
Ning Rongrong's eyes swept over Jiang Zhu, from head to toe.
That hair, that forehead, that nose, that little mouth, that jaw, that neck... Where am I inferior to her?
Why did Ye Feng use the Thousand Year Kill fourteen times on Jiang Zhu, but only thirteen times on me?
Ning Rongrong was deeply dissatisfied.
"Shh—"
Ma Hongjun took a deep breath.
Tai Long, his nose swollen and his face bruised, walked up to Ma Hongjun and complained, "Fatty, you only got hit once! How dare you say you suffered more than me?"
Ma Hongjun glanced at Tai Long, counted the handprints on his face, and shouted, "You only got slapped three times! But Boss Ye hit me nine times in the same damn spot!"
Tai Long: "..."
Tai Long was speechless.
His gaze shifted toward Ye Feng, who stood there radiating terrifying battle power.
Ye Feng didn't say anything.
He had made it clear on the very first day of training—Rather than letting my teammates get beaten up by others, it's better that I beat them myself now.
If it were someone else, it might cost them their lives. If it's me, it's just a little pain.
Ma Hongjun looked at Ye Feng with a pitiful expression, then turned his gaze toward the five girls of Shrek Academy. He sighed enviously, "Sometimes, I really envy Xiao Wu, Jiang Zhu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Dugu Yan. This time, training lasted twenty-seven days. The girls enjoyed it, but we guys suffered!"
"Enjoy it?" Tai Long was dumbfounded.
He still didn't have a girlfriend.
"Do they really enjoy the Thousand Year Kill? I mean, I saw their faces—they looked like they were in pain!"
Ma Hongjun nodded without hesitation.
"Tai Long, you should really get a girlfriend sometime. Once you understand women, you'll get it. I'm telling you, they all like Boss Ye."
"When it comes to chasing women, I only admire Boss Ye! Why didn't I think of this method when I was trying to court a girl?"
"Chasing women?" Tai Long frowned, looking confused. "Isn't Boss Ye just training us? How is he chasing women?"
Their conversation was loud enough for Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Jiang Zhu, and Dugu Yan to hear.
Even Zhu Zhuqing, who was usually as cold as an iceberg snow lotus, couldn't help but blush.
Ye Feng… Is he really pursuing me?
Zhu Zhuqing's heart pounded like a deer running wild.
She had long broken things off with Dai Mubai. He had left Shrek Academy along with Tang San to join Blazing Academy. Zhu Zhuqing had nearly forgotten about him.
Now, as she looked at Ye Feng seriously for the first time, she suddenly realized—Ye Feng was actually quite handsome.
He was braver than Dai Mubai.
And…
Ye Feng was also quite bad.
"Alright." Ye Feng spoke up, "Today's training lasted three hours. After twenty-seven days, I officially declare that you've graduated from my training. You've learned how to strategize in battle. Especially Ma Hongjun, Xiao Wu, and Dugu Yan—your teamwork just now was enough to pose a threat to a Spirit Emperor-level opponent."
"The special training is over. Go take a bath."
Of course, bathing wasn't just an ordinary bath.
The herbal baths Ye Feng was referring to were meant to nourish their bodies, strengthen their physique, and enhance their spirit power levels.
After twenty-seven days of training, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Tai Long, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and the others had gained tremendous benefits.
Aside from the combat experience, their spirit abilities had been honed to a greater level, and both their spirit power and physical strength had improved significantly.
As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, Ma Hongjun, Tai Long, and the other boys all left the training ground.
Only Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong remained.
"Something wrong?" Ye Feng asked.
"Boss Ye, I want to continue sparring with you."
Zhu Zhuqing's sudden words made Ye Feng blink.
"Ahem—"
Ye Feng looked at Zhu Zhuqing speechlessly, then smirked. "What? You're addicted?"
"You misunderstood."
Zhu Zhuqing's face flushed red, her gaze flickering.
Addicted? Addicted to what?
Did Ye Feng mean…
The Thousand Year Kill?
Zhu Zhuqing's heart pounded faster.
She really was addicted.
Addicted to Ye Feng. Addicted to the Thousand Year Kill.
But she was a girl—how could she ever admit such a thing?
And more importantly, admitting it would mean admitting that she accepted Ye Feng's pursuit.
She suddenly recalled what Ma Hongjun had just said—Boss Ye is using training as a way to pursue women.
Ye Feng hadn't confessed to her yet.
As a proper lady, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't take the initiative to admit anything.
She couldn't just declare herself as Ye Feng's girlfriend.
Pausing for a moment, she defended herself, "Among everyone, you're the strongest. No one else can match me in battle. If I want to get stronger, the only way is to keep fighting against you and refining my self-created Spirit Cat Nine Styles."
After saying that, Zhu Zhuqing stomped her foot, turned around, and left without waiting for Ye Feng's response.
Spirit Cat Nine Styles?
Ye Feng was momentarily stunned.
Then, he remembered—he had taught Zhu Zhuqing before, just like how she had studied Beast Mimicry Fist by observing a spirit cat's fighting techniques.
In the end, she had successfully created her own Spirit Cat Nine Styles.
Suddenly, Ye Feng's eyes narrowed as he looked in a certain direction.
Xiao Wu followed his gaze, but she saw nothing.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
"There was someone there just now," Ye Feng replied.
"Who?"
"I don't know."
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