As Yi Chen felt the clothing cling to his body, strands of Yellow Threads began appearing across his retinas.
≮I can feel the restless struggle coming from deep within your flesh and bones.≯
That's right. Next, we'll be facing an opponent infinitely close to perfection on a physical level. I want to use the most primitive form of Melee Combat to deal with him.
Also, I'll have to trouble you, Yellow Skin, with concealing my Gentleman Status. The other side has a gentleman with 100% Skin Content who is carrying out Skin Grafting in the dreamscape.
The yellow lines shifted, and the text changed.
≮You want to satisfy both the physical struggle and the concealment of your identity? Then do it like the killing training you underwent before. I'll appropriately adjust the main direction of Limit Release and reinforce your Inner Skin.≯
Thanks.
≮As long as we're within the duration of the pact, I'll do my best to satisfy whatever help you need. Besides, I'm quite interested in this most primitive form of conflict and struggle myself.≯
The simple exchange ended.
Yi Chen began doing some rather strange warm-up exercises.
For example, he twisted his arms completely behind his back for a vertical stretch, performed a full-fold backbend with his back pressed against his legs, and so on.
All these exaggerated warm-up exercises came from Zede.
Back when he went to the amusement park to work out, he had to use these warm-ups to completely loosen his body. Otherwise, he might very well faint and die during the workout.
Catherine looked Yi Chen up and down, his posture bizarre.
"William, why do I feel like you're raring to go? You're even more excited than when you first took part in the Nightmare Game. Don't tell me you have masochistic tendencies?