February 21.
Lu Hao emerged from the Technique Simulation Space. His control over his vital blood had recovered much faster than he had expected.
He had spent only a day in the Technique Simulation Space before fully recovering, returning to 99% vital blood control.
Now, his combat strength was at its peak, and he would no longer accidentally shatter the floor underfoot.
After cleaning up the damage caused by his breakthrough, Lu Hao went into the bathroom and washed the blood off his body.
Once he had washed up,
Lu Hao wandered around campus and spotted Fang Ping walking toward him with a shiny, egg-like bald head.
"Brother Lu, you came to school this early?"
"I've been here for a while. I was just in seclusion, so you didn't know. What happened to you?" Lu Hao asked with a smile.
Talking to Fang Ping now, he instinctively felt as though he were talking to an egg that had come to life.
The image was too spectacular to contemplate.
"Ugh, Old Wu and the others screwed me over. My body couldn't hold up during the last big battle, so I hired a bunch of Rank Eight martial artists to help rebuild it. All I needed was a tiny bit more indestructible matter to regrow my hair, but they just wouldn't give me any—"
Fang Ping grumbled.
"Ahem, I actually think you look pretty good like this. Very approachable."
Lu Hao gave a light cough.
"Brother Lu, could you look me in the eye and say that again—"
"You're so approachable I can barely bring myself to look," Lu Hao said with a smile.
"Hmph! Once I reach Rank 9, I'll let them try out this approachable look too!"
Fang Ping spoke with a dark expression, putting particular emphasis on "approachable."
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