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Qi Feng stretched his body and then looked at the two of them.
"The requirements are not high. I will run one lap, and you can run two laps."
Mitsuya seemed somewhat unconcerned.
whispered:
"One lap is only 400 meters. Although we are not in good physical condition, even if our senior brother is in great physical condition, he can't possibly run 25 laps, right?"
As long as it's below 25 laps, it's acceptable.
The battlefield is 400 meters per lap, so 25 laps would be 10,000 meters.
Running 1,000 meters is quite difficult for a normal adult male.
Although Qi Feng has great endurance, he is, after all, a trainer, not a marathon runner.
How could someone possibly run 10,000 meters right off the bat?
After half an hour.
Seeing Qi Feng still running wildly at the edge of the battlefield, Mitsuya and Remi exchanged a glance.
Screw Mole, watching Shakiras in the arena, who had been unleashing his skills for a full half hour, couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
At this moment, the two of them, each with a Pokémon, shared the same thought.
Horrible, terrible.
An hour later, Qi Feng, panting heavily, slowed down and came to the two of them.
"It's fifty laps in total. If we halve it, twenty-five laps should be enough, right?"
Mitsuya and Remi exchanged another glance.
"Senior brother, there are too many, I really can't run anymore, could you..."
No, hurry up.
Otherwise, if you fall into your supervisor's hands, you'll be in for a scolding.
Mitsuya sighed.
"Hey, run!"
The two reluctantly stepped onto the track and began running.
Having both undergone physical fitness tests last semester, the two were relatively experienced in running.
We started with a slow jog, without any silly sprints.
One circle, two circles, three circles.
By the fifth lap, Lianmei's stamina was already noticeably failing.
Qi Feng remained silent, staring intently at the two of them.
Just as Guangzai was about to slack off, Qi Feng gently waved his hand.
The Noisy Dragon opened its mouth wide, then roared and pounced on Hikari.
Mitsuya's face turned pale, and then he suddenly sprinted forward.
With this behemoth following behind, anyone would have to quicken their pace.
Seeing this, Lianmei lowered her head, gritted her teeth, and continued running forward.
Qi Feng crossed his arms and nodded in satisfaction upon seeing this.
"Great, it works very well."
Then he turned around and looked at the three Pokémon.
"Aluminum Steel Dragon, your pouncing technique is already quite proficient."
The Stand's comprehension progress must also keep up.
"I need to go to the skills training room again tomorrow morning; I must seize the opportunity."
The aluminum-steel dragon nodded.
"Mini Dragons have no problem learning skills."
But when you unleash other skills, it feels like you're releasing them at lightning speed.
It's not that releasing skills quickly is bad, but rather that you could have done better, but you didn't.
Specifically, it means you're too focused on speed when casting skills.
The miniature dragon nodded, understanding.
"Shakiras, your limit is to continuously unleash your own type's skills for about thirty-five minutes."
If you include the stamina consumed by observing the enemy on the battlefield, releasing non-native skills, and dodging attacks, the firepower coverage is approximately twenty minutes.
This is your strength, but it is also your weakness.
When you're in a match, you often like to use skills to suppress your opponent, but you neglect the choice of your own position.
Duraludon's positioning is consistently good; you could look at how other Pokémon with similar roles choose their positions in battles.
After saying that, Qi Feng looked at the track.
On the track, Kōya lay on the ground, letting the Noiwa Ryū rub him.
To Qi Feng's surprise, Lianmei gritted her teeth and persevered.
However, upon closer inspection, there seems to be a faint blue glow on Lianmei's long, fair thighs.
As far as Qi Feng knew, those with lighter colors usually possessed superpowers.
Does Reimi have superpowers?
Qi Feng didn't call her back, deciding to observe for a while longer, and then came to Guangzai's side.
"Can't run anymore?"
Kōya lay on the ground, struggling to open his eyes.
His face was flushed, and his sweat had soaked the ground.
With great difficulty, Mitsuya opened his eyes, opened his mouth, and managed to squeeze out a few words.
"I can't run anymore—"
Qi Feng smiled and handed him a bottle of water.
"Sip your drink, and if you need to rest, a slow walk will be even more effective."
After a five-minute rest, some color finally returned to Mitsuya's face.
Meanwhile, Lianmei was still running at a steady pace on the track.
Mitsuya looked puzzled, then seemed to realize something.
"Could this be the legendary second breath?"
Qi Feng remained silent.
There are indeed cases of taking a second breath, but Mitsuya also had a second breath just now, but he couldn't hold on because he was too tired.
"Not necessarily. Does she have special abilities?"
Mitsuya shook his head.
"Never heard of it."
"It's impossible that out of the three of us, I'm the only ordinary person. How could it be such a coincidence?"
Qi Feng remained silent.
Lianmei's running speed seemed to have picked up again.
It doesn't seem like they've adapted.
It was more like they had rested for a while and recovered some of their strength.
Qi Feng then summoned Shakiras over.
"Does she have supernatural abilities?"
Shakiras nodded.
Mitsuya looked at his palm with a face full of suspicion.
"Could it be that I have superpowers too?"
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"Junior brother, the deduction is not like this."
Since Reimi is unwilling to talk about having superpowers, there's no need for us to ask her.
She'll tell us when she's come to her senses.
Upon hearing this, Mitsuya abandoned his idea of asking Reimi.
Although she was very curious as to why Remi would hide her powerful talent.
But since Qi Feng said there was a reason, then there must be a reason.
Just don't ask.
After running a few more laps, Lianmei slowly stopped, put her hands on her knees, and gasped for breath.
Qi Feng took a bottle of water and handed it to Lianmei.
Lianmei took it and gulped it down into her mouth.
Seeing this, Mitsuya opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything.
"How does it feel?"
Lianmei lowered her head and used a tissue from her pocket to wipe the water stains from the corners of her mouth.
"It's alright, I can keep going."