"Are you Director He's disciple?"
An Ming looked at the girl extending her hand and asked softly.
"Elifia,"
The girl spread her hands and assumed a Starting Stance. "Come on. Don't hold back."
An Ming looked at the girl before him.
Elifia did not feel like any kind of superhuman to him. The stone lock she had just lifted looked quite heavy, but he—or any other superhuman—could have lifted it too.
His many years of martial arts experience told him that some people were born with immense strength, but no matter how naturally strong they were, they were still human when facing superhumans.
Having trained in martial arts himself, he knew very well how difficult it was for a martial artist to defeat a superhuman, even one at the lowest Rank F.
"An Ming, I'm an E-rank strength-type superhuman myself, and I've practiced martial arts since childhood."
He took a deep breath, looked at the girl before him, and clasped his fists. "If I use too much force and offend you, please forgive me."
"It's fine."
Elifia raised her hand, paused, then said, "If I can't beat you, I'll call for a stop."
"Then please excuse me."
Seeing how easygoing the girl was, An Ming let out a breath of relief. He had truly been worried that if he accidentally hurt her, it would be hard to explain things to Director He.
"This is my family's secret art. Please instruct me."
He raised his hand, stepped forward, and suddenly threw a punch, like a tiger descending the mountain, his momentum overwhelming.
"Good fist technique."
Elifia glanced at the incoming fist, met it head-on, raised her hand, and casually deflected it.
An Ming's body shook. His forward-rushing body seemed to have had its force redirected, and he naturally staggered backward several