"Brother Su, the task you asked me to do has been completed smoothly!"
This evening, in Jingxin Garden, Zhang Su was sparring with Ju Mumio when the walkie-talkie placed aside suddenly emitted the voice of Lu Yubo. The sound was so faint that even in the midst of the bout Ju Mumio didn't notice, only Zhang Su's ears twitched, catching it.
Clang clang, ding.
Two slender steel rods clashed twice in the air at an extremely fast speed, finally colliding tip to tip. Both retreated backward.
Zhang Su's movements had changed remarkably compared to half a month ago; back then, his leaps were large and powerful, giving an impression of overwhelming force, but now his movements were light and elusive, even the sound was diminished, making it hard to detect. Yet, in terms of distance, height, and speed, he had made significant progress!
