Cancel the Bet? Wang Chun's Confidence!

December 11th, 12:12 p.m.

In the first-floor training room of Xu Jingming's villa, Xia Lan's slender figure flickered continuously through the air.

Each time, she appeared in a different position while wielding the sharp shortsword in her hand.

Space-type Ability users were born assassins.

Battle Blades and longswords were both difficult to use when close to an enemy.

Therefore, like Ling Shuang, Xia Lan used a shortsword less than half a meter long.

In addition, she also carried an S-rank dagger as a secondary weapon.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...

The cold gleam of her blade flashed. Only after quite a while did Xia Lan stop training, her flickering figure gradually solidifying.

Her crystalline bare feet wore no Combat Boots and did not touch the floor.

Instead, she hovered slightly above it, about ten centimeters from the ground.

This was a training method Ling Shuang had taught her. Remaining airborne at all times could train her control over her Space-type Ability.

As for why she did not wear shoes, it was because bare feet could more easily sense spatial fluctuations.

"Phew, I've finally managed to grasp the S-rank Combat Skill Teacher Ling taught me, Void Chaotic Skewer Kill."

Xia Lan, drenched in sweat from head to toe, let out a long breath.

Teacher Ling had taught her Void Chaotic Skewer Kill four months ago.

Yet only now had she gained a preliminary mastery of it.

Even among geniuses of the same rank, this speed was considered quite good.

But Xia Lan could not help thinking of Xu Jingming.

According to Teacher Ling, that freak needed less than half a month to learn an S-rank Combat Skill.

And the many trump cards Xu Jingming had revealed during the Global Genius Exchange Competition fully proved that there was no exaggeration in those words.

"Come