"Isn't she a caster? That strength is ridiculous!"
As Zhang Yangzi shouted, disbelief was written all over his face. His eyes bulged, and his mouth hung slightly open, as though someone had stuffed an invisible egg into it.
His gaze bounced between the display and Gu Yue while his mind raced through a simple comparison—Gu Yue's right hand had registered 163 kilograms, while his own had managed only 69. Not even half as much.
She was more than twice as strong as him.
He glanced down at his hand, then up at Gu Yue's slender frame. No matter how he tried, he could not connect that number with a girl who looked as though a gust of wind could blow her over.
Xie Xie swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as a fine layer of cold sweat broke out across his back.
He suddenly remembered how Gu Yue would occasionally attack him during training. His muscles still remembered what it felt like to be chased and sliced at by wind blades.
No wonder Gu Yue could pin him to the ground and beat him up. Her strength was terrifying.
He looked down at his hand, then at Gu Yue's, and silently promoted "Never provoke Gu Yue" from a suggestion to an iron law of survival.
"So Gu Yue really is that amazing."
Admiration and envy filled Xu Xiaoyan's eyes as she stared at Gu Yue. Her hands twisted together in front of her without her noticing, as though she were looking at a senior she had long aspired to emulate.
She had thought Gu Yue was only a little ahead of her. After all, everyone looked about equally exhausted and out of breath during training. She had even thought to herself, Maybe Gu Yue's only half a tier above me.
But