The leader shot Zhang Xiaohua a glance as though he were looking at a monster and muttered, "What a Number 250."
Then he snapped, "Are you getting up there or not?"
Just then, a voice came from behind. "Up, of course he's getting up."
Zhang Xiaohua turned around, joy lighting up his face. It was Zhang Xiaohu hurrying over, a ladder carried on his back.
The leader watched dumbly as Zhang Xiaohu ran to the platform and leaned the ladder against its side. Zhang Xiaohua smiled and nodded at the leader, then walked to the ladder and climbed onto the platform.
Only after Zhang Xiaohua reached the platform did the leader come back to his senses. Pointing at the ladder against the platform, he stammered in disbelief, "Th-this..."
In his urgency, even he did not know what he was trying to say.
It was no wonder. Ever since joining the Misty Sect, participating in the Martial Arts Tournament, and later becoming a leader responsible for judging matches, he had never seen a Misty Sect disciple climb onto a platform using a ladder. In the minds of Misty Sect disciples, the very word "ladder" did not exist.
The disciple on the platform also watched the scene below in puzzlement. When Zhang Xiaohua truly stood before him, he suddenly understood and pointed at Zhang Xiaohua's nose. "Y-you don't know lightness skill?"
Zhang Xiaohua nodded solemnly and said with utter seriousness, "That's right. I haven't learned lightness skill yet."
A contemptuous smile appeared on the disciple's lips.
After the two exchanged salutes, before Zhang Xiaohua could even prepare himself, the disciple curled up and lunged forward, his fists striking like * . Zhang Xiaohua was startled. He actually forgot to use the Misty Steps and only knew to raise his fists in response.