Lin Yi's heart, which had only just settled, leapt back into his throat.
[What does she mean, it's my turn?]
[What is this old bone trying to do?]
[Is he treating me like a punching bag or something?]
[Still, Gu Rong's specialty was completely different from Chen Xin's. His spatial movement techniques were exactly what I needed to cure my habit of thinking my footwork was pretty good.]
As he mulled it over, he cupped his hands toward Gu Rong and said with a wry smile, "Senior Gu Rong, please don't go too hard on me. This junior didn't sleep much last night, and my legs are still weak."
"Weak legs?" Gu Rong raised an eyebrow. "No problem. I specialize in training legs. Once I'm done, they'll be hard."
Lin Yi's mouth twitched, and he nearly failed to keep a straight face.
There was no way that sounded right.
Ning Rongrong, standing nearby, couldn't help rolling her eyes either. She cut in, "Bone Grandpa, can't you speak properly? Lin Yi just finished fighting Sword Grandpa. You should at least let him catch his breath."
"Catch his breath for what?" Gu Rong waved a hand righteously. "When I was his age, I got chased around and beaten for eight hours a day. Nobody ever let me catch my breath."
Ning Rongrong stamped her foot in frustration, but she ultimately didn't stop him again. She retreated several steps and stood at the edge of the bamboo grove.
Seeing this, Lin Yi could only put away his spear, stretch his sore calves, and assume a guarded stance.
Yet Gu Rong moved without the slightest warning.
The next second, Lin Yi's vision blurred, and Gu Rong was already behind him.
"Too slow." Gu Rong's voice brushed past his ear as one hand settled on