Even when sparring with a fellow disciple, he hadn't held back. The senior brother had ended up looking awful and leaving in a sorry state.
Besides that.
"His vitality is already at 26. His rate of improvement really is astonishing."
"Looks like Master Luo has invested quite a lot in him."
Thinking of the Martial Arts Tournament, Lu Chao had a few guesses.
He suspected that Hengjia Security might have provided quite a bit of funding too.
After all, rumors had it that the other man had signed some kind of exceptionally high-tier contract, with funding conditions more than twice as generous as those for an ordinary Combat Grade fighter.
He thought for a moment, then remembered the other man's personality—one that left no doubt about his Sharpness.
"I wonder what the Martial Arts Tournament will be like."
Everyone had their own way of doing things. He wasn't in a position to criticize anyone.
But he understood the old saying: a tree that stands out in the forest is the first to be cut down.
With that thought, Lu Chao's expression eased, and he didn't linger any longer.
Before long, he sank his hips and bent his knees into the stance for the Second Layer Combat Technique, throwing himself into a new round of training.
That evening, at eight o'clock.
Lu Chao wore a clean, crisp white T-shirt and black trousers as he stepped off the tram.
Night had swallowed the sky.
Although his body was tired, he felt a sense of calm settle over him.
For the first time, he didn't have to hurry off to any particular destination. He could finally relax for a brief moment along the way.
The changes his growing strength brought were subtle, but they made him feel that all his sweat and