"Bang!"
The wooden club came crashing toward his head. Cheng Ji hurriedly raised his own club to block, but that single collision left both his hands aching.
The next instant, Cao Mao straightened his upper body and planted a kick in Cheng Ji's chest. Cheng Ji grunted and staggered back several steps, nearly falling.
Cheng Ji raised his head, his gaze filled with complicated feelings as he looked at Cao Mao.
This wasn't right.
Back in Yuan City, I could still beat him without giving him any chance to fight back.
How long had it been? Now I couldn't even let my attention wander while sparring with him. The moment I did, I paid for it.
Was this what they called the Son of Heaven?
Did Heaven bless everything he did?
Cheng Ji was utterly astonished.
Cao Mao, meanwhile, was panting. This time, he had finally held nothing back, using his full strength to spar with Cheng Ji.
He had no longer come off worse. At last, he could match Cheng Ji in combat.
Cao Mao felt wonderfully refreshed.
Under such immense pressure, Cao Mao had never dared waste time. Every day, he desperately worked to improve himself in every respect, like a starving man grabbing at any food he could find.
At last, his martial skills had also grown enough for him to fight back against Cheng Ji.
One day, I would drive a war chariot, spear in hand, and run those rebels through!
Cao Mao laughed. "Hahaha! Half a year studying under Lord Cheng has done more for me than five or six years of hard training before!"
"I must thank you for teaching me with all your strength, Lord Cheng. Otherwise, how could I have attained the skills I possess today?"
Cheng Ji no longer dared act