To develop Blue Star, it must steadily align itself with those high-level planets.
The two nodded and passed by each other.
Seviss Long also needed to train, as his opponents were, as he had mentioned to his sister earlier, anything but simple.
"If I stumble on this low-level planet and let Kort, that cursed dragon, find out, he'd mock me for a lifetime..."
...
Meanwhile, at the Meili Jian Embassy in Beijing.
In a large cultivation room, only a single shirtless African man was practicing boxing.
The man's fists were gloved, and the gloves were specially designed, covering from the fingertips all the way to the scapula.
With fists clenched, they became one with the skin and bones, with sharp short spikes protruding from the fists, and crescent hooks at the elbows.
The strangely shaped gloves emitted a cold black light, indicative of their extraordinary quality.
"Hoo—"
With a single step, his figure flickered back and forth several times within the room.
