Ning Tian looked at his profile and suddenly said:
"However, Senior Tang Ya trained at the Training Ground all morning today."
"I heard she didn't use Soul Power, just ran and jumped around, exhausting herself."
Huang Fei's pen paused slightly.
"She's quite diligent," he said blandly.
Ning Tian nodded.
"Yes. But..."
She paused and lowered her voice.
"Do you think she can pull herself through this?"
Huang Fei fell silent for a moment.
"I don't know."
Ning Tian looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
But Huang Fei said nothing more.
Sunlight outside the window fell across the pages, making people squint slightly.
He lowered his eyes and continued listening to the lesson.
Evening came, and the sun slanted westward.
The Training Ground grew lively again.
Huang Fei, Ning Tian, and Wu Feng were carrying out their daily team coordination training.
Tie Shan supervised from the sidelines, occasionally barking orders and correcting their movements.
After one round, all three of them were slightly out of breath.
Wu Feng wiped away her sweat and suddenly said:
"Look over there."
Huang Fei followed her gaze.
At the other end of the Training Ground, Tang Ya was sparring with Beibei.
Neither of them used Soul Skills, relying only on the most basic fist and foot techniques.
Tang Ya's attacks were fierce, pressing forward with every move.
Beibei responded steadily, defending far more than he attacked.
Whenever he revealed an opening, Tang Ya seized the chance to launch a fierce assault, forcing Beibei to retreat several steps.
But in the next moment, Beibei would always steady himself and rebuild his defenses.
The two exchanged blows like that for a full incense stick's time.
"Beibei is letting her practice," Ning Tian said softly.
Huang Fei nodded.
It was obvious that Beibei had deliberately