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"Really?" Ye Lengleng's voice carried a note of joy at the thought that she could help Ye Lan and her teammates.
"Of course. In certain aspects, your martial spirit can be compared to an immortal herb," Ye Lan replied.
"Immortal herb?" Ye Lengleng echoed curiously.
"You'll understand later," Ye Lan said.
"Captain Ye, Ye Lengleng's spirit can help with training?" Dugu Yan asked with interest.
"Certainly. But from today on, you'll all realize that Teacher Qin's training was paradise!" Ye Lan declared.
"Huh?! Ye Lan, after all that theory, are you actually planning to train us to death?!" Dugu Yan exclaimed in shock.
"Death? Dying would be a release," Ye Lan said with a dark smile.
"I'm not afraid! Train me to death!" Yu Tianheng's eyes burned with fighting spirit, eager for what was to come.
Ao Si Luo's face, however, instantly shifted from admiration to that of a walking corpse. He didn't want training—he only wanted the senior and junior girls!
The brothers Shi Mo and Shi Mo cracked their knuckles in anticipation, genuinely excited for the training designed by the number-one theorist. Yu Feng, on the other hand, wore a bitter expression on his boyish face, looking as though he'd rather be hiding in a senior sister's embrace.
Ye Lengleng simply watched Ye Lan quietly through her veil.
"Ye Lan, have you already planned out the training for the Heaven Dou team?" Qin Ming suddenly asked.
"Since the very moment I accepted the captain's armband from Yu Tianheng yesterday, I've been thinking about their training," Ye Lan answered.
"As expected of my idol! So responsible!" Dugu Yan's eyes sparkled, and all thoughts of hellish training vanished from her mind.
Ye Lengleng's blue eyes gleamed with pride.
Stepping to stand beside Qin Ming, Ye Lan looked across the members of the Heaven Dou team. Though he was the youngest there, both Qin Ming and the seven team members were utterly convinced of his authority. Such was the prestige that knowledge bestowed.
Ye Lan's eyes swept over them as he announced their training plans:
"Yu Tianheng, you wish to walk the path of thunder-type power assault. Your task today is to cast your first spirit ability, Thunder Dragon Claw, but hold it condensed without releasing it! Maintain it for as long as you can, repeating until your spirit power is exhausted."
"After that, you'll begin physical training. The task is simple: continuously attack that massive boulder. If your fists break, use your legs. If your legs break, ram it with your body! Don't worry about injuries—Ye Lengleng's Nine-Heart Begonia is the number one healing spirit on the continent."
As Ye Lan finished, Yu Tianheng's fervor faded. He stared at the eight-meter-high boulder, sinking into grim contemplation.
"Shi Mo and Shi Mo, your martial spirit is the Black Tortoise Turtle, with your defense focused in the shell. Your first training stage is shell defense. With your spirits active, using your turtle shells, you will endure the various attacks produced by the other teammates during their training—such as Yu Tianheng's 'Thunder Dragon Claw' or Yu Feng's 'Wind Blades'."
"Once your spirit power is drained, you will begin physical training like Yu Tianheng. Your task is to repeatedly ram that stone! I demand that you use no spirit power and no shells. Ram it until you sustain internal injuries, then have Ye Lengleng heal you, and repeat."
"Yes, Captain!" the brothers roared.
"Do you know why I am having you do this?" Ye Lan asked. They shook their heads.
"While your shell's defense is top-tier, attacks that exceed its limit will strike your bodies directly. Furthermore, some techniques can bypass the shell entirely. That is why your own physical durability must be raised. With this training, you will become formidable defense-type Spirit Masters even without your shells."
The brothers' eyes lit up. So that was his goal! They swore they wouldn't stop until they had sustained at least ten internal injuries that day.
"Ao Si Luo! Yours is simple. I don't care how you do it—with or without spirit power—you have one task: sprint without limits. Run until you're gasping for air, run until you feel like you're about to die. My only demand is that you always run at your maximum speed. If you slack off, you'll never break through your limits. Don't worry about your body; Ye Lengleng's spirit is here."
Ao Si Luo instantly shed his lazy demeanor. Without a word, he activated his Black Panther spirit, and with a flare of purple spirit power, vanished. Black afterimages began to flash unceasingly along the training track.
Watching him, Yu Feng turned to Ye Lan. "Is my training the same as his?"
Ye Lan shook his head. "Yu Feng, you are an agility-attack Spirit Master, but also a flying-type. If the enemy has no flyers, you are invincible. But if they do, you'll be locked down, negating your strategic value of dominating the air and supporting the entire field."
"Therefore, your training must be the most complex, covering offense, defense, and speed. I won't demand you reach the pinnacle in all three, but against any flying Spirit Master you know, you must have no weaknesses and strive to surpass them in all three aspects. When you are top-tier in all three, you will be the sovereign of the skies!"
"Your first phase will focus on offense and speed. You will train your first spirit ability, Wing Blades. In your Windbell Bird form, you will repeatedly strike the other boulder, executing every attack at your maximum flight speed. Even if your wings break, you are forbidden to land! You must learn to fly with torn and broken wings, because in a real battle, no one can guarantee they will remain intact. Once you master this stage, your attack power, resilience, flight speed, and resistance to interference will all be dramatically enhanced!"
Yu Feng nodded seriously. For the first time, he saw the future for a flying-type Spirit Master. Though Ye Lan was a Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master, in Yu Feng's eyes, he was the founding patriarch of aerial combat. He finally understood how he needed to train. In the Great Spirit Arena, he had always relied on circling from a distance. His melee experience was only slightly better than Ye Lengleng's. When an enemy had a way to restrict his flight, he struggled immensely. Now, thanks to Ye Lan, he finally saw the path forward.
(End of Chapter)