Amu and Huang Ji sparred wildly in the Martial Arts Training Ground, trading blows all afternoon, fists and kicks flashing like shadows.
At first, Amu kept talking, correcting Huang Ji's mistakes and instructing him on how to respond.
But gradually, he fell silent.
The longer they fought, the quieter Amu became, because he did not dare let his mind wander.
He had to give it his all and focus intensely just to suppress Huang Ji in technique.
"Damn, he's only been learning from me for a few days, and he's improving insanely fast."
"He learns every technique the moment I teach it... That's terrifying."
Once the student surpasses the master, the master starves. Amu had not expected to starve so quickly...
All told, he had only taught Huang Ji for a month. Today, he had taught him how to predict moves based on muscle movements, yet Huang Ji immediately grasped the trick. After practicing for just a few hours, he was already using it with ease, like a seasoned fighter.
Although his S-class physical capabilities gave him a solid foundation, his talent for combat awareness was truly terrifying as well.
"At this rate, I won't be able to beat him tomorrow. If he doesn't suppress his strength in the future, I won't even be qualified to serve as his sparring partner." Amu clicked his tongue in amazement.
He thought to himself that this was a true prodigy. He would surely have limitless prospects in the Illuminati.
Amu waved his hand. "No more, no more. You went out on a mission today, and when you came back, you'd improved this much. Training like this won't do anything for you anymore. You should take on more missions and face modern firearms barehanded."
Huang Ji smiled. "All right. Go get some rest first.