One lap, two laps, and on the fourth lap, Desso passed him, which also meant that he was a full lap behind Desso. Moreover, his source power level was not as high as his.

Deso is proud, but he does have capital, not only is his magic power extraordinary, but his physical fitness is also quite good without any source power foundation.

"Diel, stop grinding." Turron, who had been following him, gasped as he passed by.

Dill gritted his teeth, it was only four circles, his body could still adapt, his breathing was relatively stable, he calmed down, he poured the source power in his body into his legs, suddenly exerted force, and accelerated to rush over.

"You ......" this sudden acceleration overtook Deso, who was ahead of him, and his flushed face was obviously a little unwilling, gritting his teeth and accelerating his strength, and he was on par with him in the runway while leading Dill by a lap.

Ten laps, fifteen laps.

Dill's school uniform was completely soaked with sweat, the burning sensation in his heart intensified, his breathing became rapid, but his feet kept moving forward.

Ahead of him, De Solo was still far ahead, even surpassing him by as many as five laps. Most of the students who ran the lap also kept in front of them at a constant pace, and at their speed, thirty laps and an hour were just right.

"Twenty minutes to go." By the time Odosho told the time, Dill had just reached the sixteenth lap.

Behind him. There are not many students left.

No way!

Diel's eyes widened, he had to finish this training session as a squad leader.

He roared in his heart, ignoring the frenzy of his heart, and all the source power that was almost exhausted poured into his feet, accelerating again. He accelerated sharply on the track, just like the demonic beast running on the grassland, overtaking a student in front of him in the sound of the wind whistling.

Sweat flowed down his body like rain, and he could clearly smell the smell of sweat from his body, but Dill had no time to care, every beat of his heart brought a labor pain, and the rapid breathing made his brain empty, only the subconscious was still driving the numb feet to step away.

Eighteen, nineteen, twenty laps...... Twenty-three laps.

In a short period of acceleration, he overtook many of his classmates and led most of the students in the class by half a lap.

However, his acceleration only lasted for five minutes, and suddenly, his heart ached, and the pain seemed to warn him that he had to stop.

His eyes were bloodshot red, and the intense pain made his feet slow down unconsciously, I don't know if it was because the sky was getting darker or because he was too tired, everything in front of him became blurry, and even lost his outline.

Twenty-five laps.

While his speed slowed down, the other students entered the final sprint, and Dil's afterglow kept flashing one figure after another, and the classmates overtook him again, leaving him behind.

The fastest student in the class passed by him again, and Dill saw the tall boy in a blur, and he felt a fluctuation of source power that was not weak.

Even though the man had reached the sprint stage, his breathing was only a little faster, and he kept running forward at a constant acceleration, and only slowly stopped after the last jump over the finish line.

He had passed the finish line, and there were eight minutes left in an hour.

Time slipped by like water, and the sparse cadets ran past the finish line, panting loudly in rejoicing, and some collapsed directly to the ground, including Deso and Turron.

There were five minutes to go, and Dill was still three laps, and his cheeks were already flushed, and the rosy burned like flames. His whole being, except for the almost boiling beating of his heart, had lost consciousness. But even so, that strong consciousness still made him grit his teeth and stand up, and he couldn't fall halfway.

"This guy is in a bad state." Deso stood at the finish line, barely regaining his normal breathing, he turned his gaze to the teenager who was still sprinting hard, driven by curiosity, even if he was still dissatisfied with Diel's victory over his election as class president, but at this time he couldn't help but worry about this strong teenager.

"Let the teacher stop him." Turron had also crossed the finish line, and was about to lie down to rest, when he heard Deso's voice, and shouted at the sight of Dil's somewhat distorted cheeks, which were red and hot.

"Is this the persistence of people to become class leaders? That's not bad from that point of view. The first student who ran by walked to Deso's side with a little ease, shook off the sweat on his face, gently patted Deso's soaked shoulder, and said.

His name is Lu Jiali, he is Deso's roommate, he is a demon source double cultivator and both have stepped into the warrior level, he masters the soil of the sixth layer of elemental affinity, but it is a pity that he did not pass the source force assessment he participated, and after being admitted to the Shining Lion Demon Source Academy, he entered the demon warrior class.

Of course, his actual combat ability is stronger than Deso's, and even the combination of Dill and Turon is hardly his opponent. However, he didn't have much desire for the squad leader, and since Odoxiu had the worst Dill as the squad leader, he didn't comment too much.

"Don't be attached to this at all, it's already like that and it's still holding on, it's called stupid." Deso snorted coldly and said in a deep voice.

"You say he's stupid?" Turon fights for Deere.

"It's stupid." Deso was not afraid.

"You...... You wait for me. Turron could only make verbal threats.

"Cut."

Three minutes, two laps to go.

"He can't finish it, it's clear that this result is still holding on to his death." When Deso said this, his heart suddenly recalled that smile in the morning, and his whole body shook like an electric shock.

"It's amazing that he can run 30 laps, and a heart attack, strenuous exercise can kill him at any moment...... What are you doing?! Lu Jiali suddenly turned to Deso, lowered his voice and whispered.

Standing next to Deso, he could clearly feel the fluctuations of the wind attribute energy. He saw that Deso was condensing the magic in his body with all his might, and his target was the boy running on the playground.

"This guy wants to pass like this, I'll help him." Deso didn't care if the head teacher Oduoxiu felt it, he took a deep breath, the magic condensed in his hands, and the wind around him became strong under his inducement.

Dill felt himself lighter, and a cool wind set off behind him, bringing a touch of coolness to the hot body, degrading himself as he was about to boil, and pushing himself forward.

"I can."

He didn't bother to think about why the cool breeze suddenly blew, although the heartbeat in his chest made his body as heavy as lead, and his body was unbearable, in this last time, he still did not give up, firm faith, strode away under the wind, and sprinted with all his might.