The next day, the two of them left the hotel. Their appearances had changed once again, and Chen Mu had to start adjusting to his new role: Yao Ke. The Devil Woman was still his younger sister, Yao Rou.
The Devil Woman was truly formidable. Her money seemed inexhaustible. The villa they were staying in now, for instance, cost a hundred thousand Odi a month to rent. It came fully equipped, even with a professional Card Adept training room.
In the training room, Chen Mu stood bare-chested, his upper body covered in beads of sweat as he gasped for breath. His muscles were now an attractive bronze, thanks in part, of course, to the fruit the Devil Woman had given him. His skin was not naturally that color.
After these days of intensive training, his bearing had changed dramatically.
His eyes were sharper than before, his movements agile, and strength filled his every gesture. Not a trace remained of his former frail, scholarly air.
"Continue." The Devil Woman's voice was icy. By now, she spoke the Federation language with great fluency. She could even read historical biographies that Chen Mu found complicated.
Chen Mu's expression did not change as he kept rolling across the floor. At first glance, he looked bedraggled and awkward. Anyone who knew what they were looking at, however, would understand just how sound his movements were.
Rolling on the ground was one of the most commonly used and effective evasive techniques. Yet that seemingly ordinary roll contained a wealth of skill: how to minimize the area exposed to attack, how to roll while running at high speed without letting momentum injure the body, how to use the strength of the waist and abdomen to move more nimbly, and so on.
"Stop," the Devil Woman called, her