Early in the morning, Ling Feng was woken up by Clint.
"Run a hundred laps around the Turtle Immortal Island first. You're not allowed to eat until you finish!”
"Ah?" Ling Feng was dumbfounded. The Turtle Immortal Island was at least three kilometers per lap. Wasn't a hundred laps a little too much?
"Oh! Ling Feng, you don't have to, you just have to run three laps!”Turtle Hermit could tell that Ling Feng had a weak foundation, so he naturally had to start from the basics.
"Oh, oh, oh! Let's run!" The first to bear the brunt was Sun Wukong. This little freak had the Saiyan bloodline. He could run a thousand laps, let alone a hundred.
Next was Clint. Although he had only been a disciple of Turtle Hermit for two years, he had already built up a good foundation. Running 100 laps was not a problem for him.
"Senior Brother, can you do it?" Clint ran beside Ling Feng and asked.
"No problem!" Ling Feng nodded. He was not someone who would give up easily. Moreover, this was just the beginning!
"Oh right, System, I'm cultivating here. Saitama and the others outside won't think that I'm missing, right?”Ling Feng asked worriedly as he ran.
"Host, the flow of time in the Dragon Ball world is different from the outside world. It's about 30:1. The first stage of cultivation takes three months.”the system replied.
"Is that so? Then I can rest assured. Three months of cultivation here is at most three days outside!”Ling Feng nodded, slightly relieved.
10 kilometers didn't seem long, but for Ling Feng, who lacked exercise, it was undoubtedly a very challenging long marathon. He was exhausted after just running three kilometers.
"Senior Brother, you can do it!" Sun Wukong, who ran past him like a gust of wind, quickly disappeared before his eyes after leaving this sentence.
"F * ck, can this little difficulty stump me? It doesn't exist!" Ling Feng tried his best to encourage himself. Now he finally understood that obtaining any power was not an easy thing.
Ling Feng cheered up and started running the second round.
At this moment, Turtle Hermit was sitting on a recliner with a face full of enjoyment. He was holding the photo album that Ling Feng had given him yesterday, and he was enjoying it.
"Phew…All the best, Ling Feng! There's still half the distance!"
When he finished the second lap, Ling Feng felt like his heart was about to explode. The air in his lungs became hot, and a strong sense of fatigue swept through the deepest parts of his body.
"Stop! He wouldn't be so tired if he stopped to rest! Ling Feng, you can't do it, you're the Loser! You can't! Quickly give up!" At this moment, this voice kept ringing in his mind.
"Shut up!" Ling Feng roared. He understood that if he gave up here, Turtle Hermit might not say anything. But this meant that he had given up on himself. How could he face the challenges in the future?
"No, I won't give up. Run!”Ling Feng tried his best to control his legs and kept running forward. There was even a tendency for him to accelerate.
Finally, when he broke through this limit, he suddenly felt his body become relaxed. Ling Feng understood that he had broken through one of his limits. This was also the first time he had broken through himself in more than 20 years.
" This feeling..." Ling Feng felt that he was running faster and faster, more and more stable.
Finally, he stopped. He had just finished running three laps.
"Teacher, I did it!" Ling Feng panted as he smiled at Turtle Hermit.
Turtle Hermit looked at Ling Feng and nodded in satisfaction. He didn't give up. The fact that he had persisted proved that he was qualified to be his disciple.
"Get ready to eat! Build a good foundation in the first month. There's no need to be anxious. This concerns your future cultivation!”Turtle Hermit warned.
"Yes, sir!" Ling Feng nodded his head seriously, looking forward to the future.
In the next few days, Ling Feng did nothing but run and squat every day, practicing a strange set of fist techniques that Turtle Hermit had taught him. This set of fist techniques could be used to train the muscles of the whole body, making Ling Feng's body, which had been decadent for twenty years, active again.
Just like that, he continued to cultivate until the end of the month. Ling Feng felt as if he had been reborn. The 10km run every morning had increased to 30km run with weights.
Even so, Ling Feng felt more and more relaxed. The strange fist technique that Turtle Hermit had taught him had played a big role, allowing Ling Feng's physical fitness to advance by leaps and bounds in a month.
At the beginning of the second month, Ling Feng, who was about to run, was stopped by Turtle Hermit.
"Teacher, aren't you jogging today?" Ling Feng asked in confusion.
"The cultivation of external techniques is only to improve one's physical fitness and build a solid foundation. However, if one wants to become a true expert, the cultivation of Qi is the most important thing for a true martial artist!”
"Anger?" Ling Feng looked at Turtle Hermit in confusion. When he used to watch anime, he only knew that qi was a type of energy. Whether it was the most ordinary martial artist or the powerful Super Saiyan, qi was their main energy. However, Ling Feng didn't know much about its nature.
"Ling Feng, in your understanding, what do you think qi is?”Turtle Hermit suddenly asked.
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