On the training ground.
A whole crowd of old men and women seemed to have had the pause button pressed. From the instant they saw Lin Hui cross more than ten meters in a flash, they went utterly still. Not a sound could be heard.
That speed—within the blink of an eye, he had crossed a vast distance and appeared out of thin air behind Mu Qiao Zhi.
It was as if everyone's eyes had played tricks on them.
Only Xiao Hu, Little Fat, and Xie Li, who had truly undergone Body Tempering, could barely make out Lin Hui's movements in that instant.
He was too fast—practically inhuman.
Even compared to the Ming generation of old, the three of them suspected they had not been as fast as Lin Hui was now.
But without any concrete comparison, it was only a vague feeling, a sliver of doubt.
A breeze swept past.
On the training ground, Mu Qiao Zhi did not dare move an inch. She could clearly feel that the sword tip had already pierced a little way into the scalp at the back of her head, a thin trickle of blood slowly running through her hair.
Her hard martial art had not yet reached the level of being impervious to blades and spears. Only upon reaching the seventh grade or above in the Body Tempering Black Dragon Claw could one barely attain a level where ordinary swords and sabers would struggle to wound them. And those were only ordinary weapons. With the fine sword in Lin Hui's hand, coupled with that terrifying speed of his, Mu Qiao Zhi had no confidence she could block it.
"Misunderstanding!" A smile abruptly squeezed onto Mu Qiao Zhi's face. "I was just joking with Wei Wei." She gently raised her clawed hand and