Zhi Wu was momentarily at a loss. He had picked out several opponents and thought he would get some good sparring in. Why had a young girl come up instead?
Keke said, "Hey, buddy, snap out of it!"
With that, she charged straight at him. Though Keke had never liked fighting, she had grown up under Master's strict supervision.
She was hardly weak. Ever since something had happened to Qingling, she had been dragging Xiaomi out of bed before dawn to spar every day, and she had improved by leaps and bounds lately.
An expert's skill showed the moment they made a move.
After just two simple moves from Keke, Zhi Wu knew the girl could fight.
He quickly adjusted his mindset and blocked her attacks in time.
It was inevitable that people sometimes hit a little too hard while sparring. When Zhi Yi saw Zhi Wu unleash a barrage of attacks that nearly kicked the girl off the platform, his toes started curling in embarrassment again.
Only after glancing at Bai Yaoyao and the others out of the corner of his eye and finding nothing unusual in their expressions did he relax.
Keke had taken several hits, but she felt great, and her attacks grew increasingly fierce. Though she could not match him in raw strength, Master was an old rascal at heart, so the martial arts taught to them naturally followed no rigid rules.
There was a bit of every style and school, and the moves focused only on efficiency. Whatever was fastest and hit hardest was what they used.
For a moment, Zhi Wu struggled to adapt, but he soon caught on. In the end, his superior strength prevailed, and a spinning kick sent Keke off the platform.
Keke was not upset. She rolled once on the