160 Ares's Arena of the Gods!
Indeed, looking back at the battle just moments ago…
It was only thanks to Chu Feng's full-power display that two God-Kings had been slain.
And Qian Renxue's acquisition of a second God Position and the Thunder Ancestor's legacy had also been made possible by Chu Feng's early groundwork.
The most outrageous part was that the four remaining goddesses had spent the entire fight as bench-warmers, pinned motionless by the God of Emotion's pillars of light.
Though they'd had a brief moment of glory at the end, it had merely been the tide of battle demanding it.
So, overall, special training was essential; the deities on the investiture of the gods list had to be capable of standing alone.
"Huh?"
Ah Yin was the first to show doubt; it wasn't that she didn't want to—she simply felt uneasy competing with so many women.
Bibi Dong, however, brimmed with confidence: "I believe I'll be the best among us in this training."
It was the domineering declaration of a former Supreme Pontiff, and she even puffed out her chest to underline her seriousness.
Or perhaps she simply wanted to show Chu Feng her figure, using her stunning curves to prove her innate strength.
Instantly, Qian Renxue pounced on Chu Feng from behind, locking her arms around his neck.
Then she said, "Since everyone's so fired up, why don't we make it a contest?"
"How are we supposed to compete? The five of you have divine force, while I don't even have a God Position."
Zhu Zhuyun popped up to speak, clearly reluctant.
She still felt stifled being stuck with Chu Feng and this gaggle of women, but if she stayed silent how could she survive here?
For the moment, she couldn't leave Ziyao Palace, nor escape the so-called special training.
"Haha, big sister, you want the spotlight too? No wonder you worked so hard tidying the front courtyard—you miss him, don't you?"
Zhu Zhuqing sure knew how to tease; her tongue had grown sweet—no doubt Xiao Wu had coached her.
After falling for Chu Feng, Xiao Wu had grown cuter and cuter—probably an essential trick to capturing his heart.
"Out of the way, all of you—when it comes to training, I'm the expert."
Xiao Wu dashed forward, did a flip, and crashed straight into the Immortal Pool, sending up a huge splash.
Then she blushed, because her slip had torn.
She quickly covered herself and tilted her head. "Don't look, don't look!"
"What are you shy about? Come on, among all of us here, who hasn't been seen by Chu Feng?"
Qian Renxue deliberately swam over to tease Xiao Wu; those words made her whole body tingle.
But the most awkward were The two Zhu sisters—they truly hadn't been seen.
Back to business, though: the focus now should be the training itself. Much as Chu Feng wanted another big battle, he had to think of the future.
Chu Feng swam to the bank, pushed himself up, sat down, and cleared his throat.
But instead of making a speech, he wiped away a nosebleed—the six bursts of spring scenery before him were simply too explosive.
Three of them were even wearing the lace sets he'd given earlier, the kind that barely covered anything.
Forcing himself to stay calm, he said, "Special training is a serious matter—don't treat it lightly."
"The only reason you're on the list is because I uphold an ideal of inclusion and redemption; your original life paths were complete disasters. But the world is growing ever more complex; if you don't strengthen yourselves, how will you face crises when I'm not around?"
His words were sincere, and all six women nodded.
Some may have recalled the past, others had foreseen the future; under Chu Feng's emphasis they showed a trace of emotion.
Chu Feng went on, "Honestly, the training idea might've been a spur-of-the-moment thought, but now that we have a plan we must give it everything."
"No more nonsense—of course we will."
Zhu Zhuyun sounded surprisingly eager, already rolling her wrists to warm up.
Qian Renxue pondered, then asked, "So what exactly is the training content?"
Chu Feng froze; he apparently hadn't thought that far.
Yet by basic real-world logic and the most common theory: to grow stronger, start by building the body.
But for these six women—and Chu Feng—the moment "body-building" was mentioned, their thoughts naturally veered, since they excelled in that area.
Ah Yin offered a constructive suggestion: "How about we start with a few kilometres of hill-circuit running?"
She must have picked up the habit from all the shuttling she'd done with Chu Feng; still, it was the most direct and effective method.
"But if we run, what if someone cheats using divine force?"
Bibi Dong was the eldest by human age and knew she'd be at a disadvantage, so she nit-picked.
Qian Renxue swam to the bank, patted Chu Feng's thigh, and asked solemnly, "Well? Why so quiet?"
"I think we should start with… stamina."
Chu Feng flashed a wicked smile—half-joking, half-serious.
All six women racked their brains over what "stamina" could mean.
Zhu Zhuqing scratched her head in confusion. "You're not thinking of that, are you? Shouldn't the word be endurance instead of stamina?"
Chu Feng rubbed his chin. "It is stamina. That's your strong suit—don't you remember? In the God-King battle your divine force and life-force stayed strong to the end; otherwise you couldn't have held out until Xiao-xue and I finished the fight."
Fair point, yet it still sounded odd—wouldn't "endurance" be the better word?
But Chu Feng didn't dwell on their doubts; wasting time was pointless.
So he continued, "I'll use the investiture of the gods list to seal all your divine force and spirit power. You'll rely purely on instinct to draw out your physical strength, and under a blazing forty-five-degree sun, we'll see who lasts the longest."
"You're asking us to risk our lives?" Zhu Zhuyun protested.
Qian Renxue licked her dry lips, dunked herself to clear her head, then answered firmly, "Fine, I agree."
Seeing her daughter so eager, Bibi Dong, as her mother, couldn't fall behind. "I agree too—but whoever lasts the shortest time receives a penalty."
"And the penalty is to properly receive Chu Feng's reward."
Xiao Wu, ever the mischief-maker, giggled with a soft snort.
Everyone knew what "reward" meant; inwardly they all wanted to object—this was clearly just another way to favor Chu Feng.
Yet these women loved to compete; especially in front of Chu Feng, none would allow themselves to seem inferior.
So Ah Yin replied straight out, "Bring it on—whoever lacks stamina deserves to have Chu Feng crank up the speed."
Her words left no room for retreat, blunt to the extreme, yet everyone bought it; fighting spirit blazed in their eyes.
Only Chu Feng gave a bitter inward smile: A车轮* battle—who could handle that?
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