Dusk gradually deepened.
After dinner, Lu Jue went alone to the empty training ground.
The two battles he had fought against Jiang Youwei and Yan Hao during the day were like two mirrors, clearly exposing a weakness in his martial arts—speed.
More precisely, he lacked a systematic footwork technique to support him.
When he had ranked below eight hundred, most of the opponents he encountered had been like him, pouring all their meager resources into improving their vitality and blood, with no time to spare for anything else.
But once he faced top-ranked students like Yan Hao, the gap became glaringly obvious.
An exquisite set of footwork could not only increase one's absolute speed, but also complement offensive and defensive techniques, giving rise to countless variations.
His foundation in martial arts techniques was still far too shallow.
If he had possessed footwork on Yan Hao's level, today's battle could have ended much earlier, leaving him with more stamina for the matches ahead.
Yet he did not have enough resources on hand now. How was he supposed to make up for this fatal weakness?
Lu Jue walked to the most secluded corner of the training ground, closed his eyes, and tried his best to replay every detail of the daytime battles in his mind. He attempted to grasp the trajectories and rhythms of his opponents' footwork, breaking down the mysteries within.
The moonlight stretched his shadow long, while only the faint sound of the night wind brushing past filled the surroundings.
After an unknown amount of time, a voice sounded behind him, breaking the silence.
"Want to practice together?"
Lu Jue turned around and saw that Su Li had somehow appeared not far away. The night wind stirred her hair, and her eyes seemed especially bright in the hazy darkness.
"What,