Carrying the madness skill, the quality of the whole body is very average, and there is also a body from the second-level awakening and strengthening, so Philip ran fairly easily and took the lead all the way.

In addition to secretly pinning with Charlton, the squad leader of Class B, he always maintained a constant speed of running, passing through the special training sections one by one.

Arthas and a few of the assistant coaches pinched their pocket watches and frequently recorded the speed of each student as they passed through each section.

On the stone pillars scattered all over the side of the training ground, the heartbeat and blood pressure may not be accurate, but the fluctuations of personal spiritual power backed up on them in advance are faithfully recorded in the form of curves for the reference of adjusting the targeted training plan.

Finally entering the last six laps, the formation of the two classes is getting longer and longer, like a long snake winding on the training ground, and Philip has even seen the last few tall backs.

At this moment, Arthas, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly shouted at him: "Philip, use all your strength, now is not the time for you to develop your style."

The same is true for you, the cost of each training session is unimaginable, do not speculate with your foolish minds.

If you can't record the real data and find your limits, then you might as well go back to your little place in the countryside and train yourself.

Charlton, you're a fool too, take your hand off Connery's arm, you're not helping him, you're hurting him. ”

As soon as Arthas's words fell, there was a sudden and dramatic change in the ranks, mainly in the First Group.

The five people in Class A, led by Philip, suddenly stood out and sped up their speed, and instantly opened a distance of twenty meters from the original first group, and as time went by, the gap became bigger and bigger.

The same is true of Class B, and the three led by Charlton also rushed out and secretly started a fierce competition with Philip and others.

Philip quickly overtook the person who had fallen behind in the previous lap and successfully dunked it.

Only half a position behind him, but all of them were members of Robin's team, and Robin, who had no power to awaken, didn't know what method he used to follow, ranking third.

However, Philip preferred to believe that this was the result of his hard work, and if it was only compared to hard work, he was a little ashamed of himself after nearly two months of being together.

"Philip, surpass him!"

Feeling Charlton's eyes on the other runway, Robin suddenly said to Philip, who was the leader.

Looking back at Robin's long sweat-soaked green hair and heavy breathing, which represented a certain limit, Philip nodded in understanding.

Although the private relationship between the students of the two classes is not bad, they are still full of competition on the surface, and they are not showing signs in various training and competitions.

The instructors in the academy and the homeroom teachers of both classes took a laissez-faire attitude towards this healthy competition, and as long as there was no large-scale armed battle, they usually turned a blind eye.

Philip didn't speed up immediately, but silently adjusted his breathing, as well as the frequency of spiritual power operation, which were all small tricks that the temple had figured out.

Coupled with the strengthened heart, his blood oxygen levels have always been kept at a very high level, and each cycle has increased the delivery efficiency by several percent compared to others.

Feeling the slight tingling sensation coming from his body, he ran forward at a steady pace, gradually breaking away from the group of five.

Robin watched from behind as he watched Philip's speed, which didn't seem to change much from before, either climbing the stone wall with dexterity or speeding through the jungle section of the jungle covered with vines and thorns, and he had to admit in his bitter heart that this was really a perversion.

A conservative estimate is that they have been running for a full hour and a half, but Philip's pace and even the rhythm of his breathing are not at all chaotic, and both arms and legs are still full of strength, and they look like cold machines powered by steam rather than living flesh.

This apparent disparity stabbed Robin's proud heart, and even his steps staggered, physical strength had never been his strong point, and warriors who lacked strength to support them had more or less similar problems.

"Robin, what are you thinking, have you forgotten even the most basic run?"

Arthas's scolding made Robin quickly adjust his mentality, and his state naturally recovered, and he vowed to definitely catch up with this gap, and handed over a satisfactory answer to the family and his father with a first-place ranking in the comprehensive evaluation at the end of the year.

Charlton, on the other side, also decisively increased his speed, perhaps his endurance was not as good as Philip's, but the muscles and fascia strengthened by his talent gave him a strong recovery ability in addition to his extraordinary strength.

The excess lactic acid in the body is rapidly metabolized, and the energy converted from liver glycogen is constantly replenishing his consumption.

Compared with Robin, who is burdened with the pressure of family inheritance and glory, Charlton, as the president of Class B and one of the leaders of several small groups, wants to prove more.

The Gray family has an equally long tradition within the Southern Temple, with members of the direct and side branches in almost every location, from priests to saints, from Templars to Templars, and even countless merchants and ordinary workers tied to the temple's tree, like vines.

But unfortunately, due to the problem of blood, the Gray family has never produced any big names, and the highest is only an adjugate more than 100 years ago.

As a result, the Gray family has always been unable to become the real mainstream in the temple.

And Charlton, a genius who has been out of the Gray family for hundreds of years, wants to prove himself at the same time, and truly rank the family among the upper echelons of the Southern Temple.

In the first two months of school, everyone was aware of Philip's excellence, and the pressure from meeting a true genius and becoming his classmate and competitor was particularly heavy.

Compared to the amazing intelligence that makes people hopeless, except for having more experience than Philip on the basis of the application of divine power, Charlton can't find any other weaknesses.

As for the application of divine power, everyone can perceive how fast Philip has improved in the past two months, especially the excellent sensitivity of divine power, which makes him twice as fast as everyone else in divine power sensing and manipulation.

Charlton, who had observed Philip up close, remembered with impression that the surging fluctuations of divine power lingered around Philip, and even he could clearly perceive it even when he was standing five meters away.

Then the only thing that can beat the opponent head-on is physical fitness and combat skills, and in this arena, he must not lose.

The two of them are like tireless monsters, chasing each other on the undulating training ground, alternating leads.

One is full of physical strength, tall and long, and the other has long endurance and is flexible and agile, and in the blink of an eye, the other students are far behind.

Until the end of the last lap, Philip crossed the finish line where Alsace was standing half a step ahead, and was cheered by the Class A students, and even Alsace's face seemed to look a little better.

Charlton, on the other hand, pursed the corners of his mouth and looked at Philip, who had won the training ground for the first time with gloomy eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Although the game was over, neither of them sat down to rest, but walked slowly in the arena, regaining the vitality of their muscles.

Philip even ran behind the last few in Class A, loudly encouraging a few strong men who were already worse than dead.

Finally, when the last student crossed the finish line, his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, and even the heavy training leather armor was soaked with sweat.

Arthas recorded the statistics and shook his head, although there were a few more students in this class, but it was obviously a mixed bag.

Excellent ones are rare to see for decades, and the bad ones have no hope of improving at all in his opinion, so it is better to choose to quit early.

Among the several excellent ones, Robin, Sam, and Wood from Class B had decent grades, about the same as he did back then.

But Philip and Charlton far exceeded his expectations, especially Philip, who was only 18 years old, who was recruited like a little monster.

Two months ago, when the school started, his test scores were only hovering in the middle and upper reaches, but now he has left everyone else behind, and if it weren't for his hidden strength, then this potential would be terrifying.

Just like the data in his hand, although he doesn't know the specific situation of his talent, it doesn't seem to be an ordinary physical enhancement, let alone a body hormone ability.

The curves were so smooth and even that it was as if they hadn't been exhausted at all, and it seemed that a separate, more detailed test would be needed in order to design a targeted training plan.

From the second half of the year, these students will not concentrate on training, but will make up for their weaknesses, and the almost extravagant training conditions hidden under the low-key exterior of the Knight Branch are actually far higher than the tuition fees paid by this group of boys.

Although it was a little unpleasant to look at Philip, as a member of the middle and upper echelons, he knew that the Southern Temple had fallen far behind in the increasingly fierce and superficial competition of several Holy Cities.

In the past, the Ward clan may have competed with the Western Temple because of its innate physical strength, but in the past two or three decades, several other holy cities have made rapid progress, especially the Eastern Temple, which has a rich population, and the Northern Temple, which has gone astray.

No matter how strong the Templar Knights of the Ward Clan were, they could defeat three opponents of the same rank of other races, but what if the number was five or even ten, not to mention that every knight who entered the Holy Rank was a unique and powerful existence, and it was impossible to measure the strength of the body simply by physical strength.

The Battle of the Southeast, a few months ago, had caused the Templars, including him, to rush into battle before they had recovered from the exhaustion of the Hell Battlefield, and the conspiracy and intrigue caused them to pay far more than expected losses due to the lack of heavy artifact support.