Chapter 171: Running

This must be a sign of my ability draining; it seems I can currently use spatial teleportation only 20 times.

Bao Jing returned, sweating profusely: "An'an, I saw you just teleport, impressive, much faster than me, and you didn't even expend stamina."

"Not at all," Ye Xi'an said, hands supporting her cheeks, sitting on the ground with some frustration, thinking Bao Jing's rapid movement is still better: "You can use it infinitely, I can only use it twenty times; look, I can't move now, my ability is exhausted."

"It's fine, all the equipment in the training hall is made of special material; sit here for a while, your ability will recover quickly."

"We can use this time to train physical fitness."

Bao Jing took Ye Xi'an to the public area of the training hall.

The training hall consists of two parts: thirty percent of the area is public, the rest is family area.

The family area is the place where Ye Xi'an and the others were just in.

The family area of the training hall is divided into small squares; each family can occupy one square as a training ground, and all the equipment inside is made of special material, so no ability can damage it unless your ability level reaches above nine.

This is the area specifically for beastfolk to train abilities, while the public area contains fitness equipment and some long-distance obstacle runs to hone beastfolk's agility.

Bao Jing and Ye Xi'an stood at the start of the training track, while several adjacent tracks were already occupied.

"Let's run two laps and see how fast you are, An'an."

Ye Xi'an raised her hand to signal OK; honestly, when it comes to running, she dares to claim second on Diqiu, and no one dares to claim first.

Even if Mbappé or Su Bingtian showed up, they'd have to step aside; if she ran slower, it would be fatal.

"Run!"

At Bao Jing's command, Ye Xi'an sprinted out with a stylish stride.

But Bao Jing, running at a moderate pace behind her, noticed a problem.

An'an's running posture is odd: her knees habitually turn inward, her calves swing outward before moving forward, and her waist and shoulders all have issues; this way she can't increase speed and tires easily.

Nevertheless, Ye Xi'an still manages to run that fast, and Bao Jing silently praised himself in his mind, "No wonder she's my wife."

After one lap, Ye Xi'an was slightly panting in front of Bao Jing, feeling smug: "How's that, I'm fast, right?"

"Just average, technique lacking, brute strength abundant."

"Huh? Do you know that I'm on Diqiu..."

"Fine, even if I tell you you won't understand; then teach me the technique, I want to see if I can actually run faster."

Bao Jing had been waiting for Ye Xi'an to say that.

"Stand properly!"

Bao Jing shouted exaggeratedly, drawing the eyes of everyone nearby.

Ye Xi'an was mortified by his sudden action, bowing her head and searching the ground for a crack for half a minute.

"What are you doing? Why shout so loudly!"

Bao Jing remained unmoved, standing rigidly and staring at Ye Xi'an seriously.

This is the teaching method his schoolteacher used; a strict master produces outstanding disciples.

"Ye Xi'an! Please face your current status! You are now a trainee soldier, and a soldier's most important rule is: obey orders and follow commands!"

Ye Xi'an's mouth twitched, but to end this farce she quickly stood properly and responded reluctantly.

"Standing ready~"

"Running isn't about brute force charging forward."

Bao Jing paced to her side and pointed at her ankle.

"Your center of gravity is too high, stride is floating, power dissipates."

Ye Xi'an pressed her lips together, gave no rebuttal, and tried to adjust her stance as instructed.

"Watch closely."

Bao Jing said no more and demonstrated himself.

His movements were astonishingly fluid; the start burst with explosive power, each step landed precisely, his body like an arrow released, yet carrying a strange rhythm, as if the wind around him became tame.

His speed left only a afterimage.

In an instant, he was back at the starting point, breathing steadily, as if that extreme speed was merely a warm‑up.

He didn't even gasp and continued: "Engage core power to drive the limbs; don't let the limbs drag your body."

"Run again and show me."

Ye Xi'an inhaled deeply, tried hard to recall his previous movement and mimicked the start.

Bao Jing stayed beside her, constantly correcting her posture.

"Tighten your waist and abdomen! Swing your arms in sync with breathing! Don't let your knees cave inward," he said, then reached out and jabbed Ye Xi'an's constantly twisting waist, nearly causing her to gasp.

"Learn from what I just did!"

Ye Xi'an clenched her teeth, forcing herself to focus.

She recalled Bao Jing's wind‑like posture, tried to relax her tense shoulders and feel her body's center of gravity.

She gradually adjusted her awkward calves and knees.

Her steps began to become light, no longer pounding the ground heavily, but carrying a forward spring.

Her arm swing also became much more natural, gradually matching the rhythm of her breathing.

Speed, unnoticed, increased.

Faster and faster, the scenery on both sides of the track began to blur, and only the sound of wind and her own accelerating heartbeat filled her ears.

She could even feel the air resistance seemed to diminish.

Bao Jing saw Ye Xi'an's speed finally rise and was still smug, thinking his teaching was effective.

But watching Ye Xi'an's speed increase, her posture become more perfect, even gaining a subtle unique coordination, his smugness gradually faded.

In its place was astonishment.

He slightly opened his mouth, watching the tiny figure trace a smooth violet arc across the track.

No, how can their normal running speed keep up with Ye Xi'an? Although normal running isn't their fastest speed, it's absolutely impossible not to catch a Level‑3 psychic female.

Ye Xi'an ran a full lap in one breath, then slowly stopped, her chest rising slightly, her cheeks flushed with a healthy red glow from the exercise.

She looked at Bao Jing: "You really shouldn't have said that; you really did run faster than before."

Bao Jing said nothing.

He just stared at her, brown eyes swirling with complex emotions—shock, disbelief, and a hint of worry that even he hadn't noticed…

Every female on Zhu Shen Xing is strong; they have extremely strong reconnaissance abilities and a personal pocket space. If the females were not innately physically delicate, there would be no role for their males at all.

But now Ye Xi'an's physical ability is clearly abnormal compared to normal females; she's a bit too strong, even Yi Yang might not be able to catch up with her.

He was silent for a few seconds, then awkwardly shifted his gaze, pointing to a half‑person‑tall strength‑testing stake beside them.

"How about trying this one?"

Ye Xi'an obediently walked over.

The strength‑testing stake is entirely jet‑black, its surface smooth, with a sensor area at its center.