Meng Qing Jiao and Chen Fu Guang had already left the training room, leaving only Xue Jing and Li Qi.
Li Qi wheeled himself around the training room twice, then said thoughtfully, "I originally thought that no matter how exceptional your talent was, it would take at least another month before your body met the requirements to cultivate the Shaking Armor Skill."
"But it seems your rate of growth has exceeded this old man's expectations once again."
"The time has come. I'll teach you the Shaking Armor Skill."
Xue Jing perked up at once.
"Please teach me, Master!"
Li Qi smiled. "What's the rush? The Shaking Armor Skill isn't like the Hibernating Dragon Art. It can't be learned overnight. It requires a great deal of supporting preparation; it's not as simple as practicing a few movements."
"Wait here for a while. I'll go make arrangements."
Xue Jing nodded.
After Li Qi left, Xue Jing took out his phone and saw that his older sister, Xue Wan, had sent him a message.
Xue Wan: [Image]
Xue Jing took a look. It was a photo, likely taken by Xue Wan herself. It appeared to have been shot inside some large sports arena, from the spectator stands. The seats around her were packed with a sea of spectators, all watching the huge ring at the center of the venue.
The photo had been taken from rather far away, so only two figures could be made out in the ring. However, four enormous screens hung above the arena, displaying a close-up view of the match.
Two very young-looking men were locked in combat on the ring. The ground around them was cracked everywhere, littered with pits and missing chunks. It was hard to believe such devastation had been caused by the aftershock of a