Half a month later, Steam Capital, Rust Iron Hell
"Hey, Qianhe, how's the cultivation progress of those two brats?"
Accompanied by the crisp clang of metal, Yu Qianxia pushed open the alloy doors of Yu Qianxia Building and walked toward her secretary, Qianhe, who stood not far away.
Unlike the business suit she had worn a few days ago, Yu Qianxia had changed into a fresh summer training outfit today.
A striking lock of snow-white hair rested on her forehead, while a sharply tailored black cropped T-shirt and hot pants outlined the tightly chiseled muscle lines beneath the wheat-colored skin of her abdomen, as well as the Martial Dao Imprint in its unusual position.
Though Yu Qianxia still looked lazy and carefree, every word and movement she made radiated an indescribable wildness.
This tigress from Martial Arts Heavenly Capital exuded an immense, unspeakable pressure just by standing there.
In contrast to Yu Qianxia's wild and fiery aura,
Qianhe, her secretary, was dressed like a standard urban beauty.
A tailored black business skirt suit, paired with opaque matte black stockings and black high heels.
Standing beside Yu Qianxia, she possessed none of the violence and wildness of a Martial Arts Heavenly Capital native.
Instead, she carried the rationality and aloofness of the Mechanical type.
"Reporting to you, Miss, Mr. Liu Ma has reached B+ Class Precision. Mr. Chen Kong is fluctuating around the boundary between C Class and B Class."
"Oh? That fast?"
"Yes."
Yu Qianxia accepted the Tactical Tablet Qianhe handed her and looked over it with curiosity.
On the screen, Liu Ma punched with a serious expression. The airflow stirred up by his fist even blew the gravel on the ground away, yet the egg in his hand remained intact.
Chen Kong, meanwhile, had his face taut. Every punch