After Su Hao absorbed and converted the Source within the Source Pearl in his hand into his body, A Xing eagerly asked, "A Yang, how is it?"
Su Hao clenched his fist and smiled. "Very good."
"A Yang, take a few steps and try it."
Su Hao moved, flashing from where he stood to more than ten meters away. With a tap of his toe against the ground, he immediately changed direction and sprang to the other side, nimble as though his entire body had been fitted with powerful springs.
After moving about for a while, Su Hao jumped back before A Xing and A Wang. "It feels incredibly smooth. My whole body feels as though it has been filled with high-pressure air, full of elasticity."
Laughing heartily, A Xing rose to his feet. "Not bad, not bad. A Yang really is a genius. Then let us teach you how to fight!"
A Wang also chuckled. "That's right. Close-quarters combat is an important lesson for Source Mages too."
Su Hao smiled. "Let me say this first: I've always trained my body, and I'm fairly capable in close combat. You don't need to go easy on me."
A Xing and A Yang exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly.
What a joke. In close-quarters combat, could two twenty-year-old men possibly lose to a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy? They could pin him to the ground and grind him into the dirt without any effort.
A Xing crooked a finger at Su Hao. "Come!"
"I'm coming!" Su Hao warned him. The ground exploded beneath his feet, and he flashed before A Xing, raising his leg to kick.
"So fast!" A Xing's heart tightened. He retreated half a step and raised an arm to block.
Yet Su Hao's lifted foot did not kick out. Instead,