Raising a hand in invitation, Lian Youming said, "Please," and walked unhurriedly through the moonlight onto a road leading who knew where. Yang Shuang walked beside him, intending to stand by in support.
Liu Ruotong turned and changed course with them. Despite his burly physique, his movements were astonishingly light and nimble. His feet found purchase in the cracks between bricks and stones as he scaled the wall. Spreading his arms, he actually ran along it with his body tilted sideways, as though on level ground. Only when he reached the eaves did he travel alongside them from above. What a frightening movement technique.
At the sight, a sharp gleam flashed through Lian Youming's eyes. His leisurely pace abruptly quickened, his upper body dipping forward as he stretched his muscles and bones. Like a leopard charging headlong, he raced through the moonlight, swift as a galloping horse, straight down the road ahead.
Liu Ruotong bounded and leaped like a rabbit or fox, pursuing from above without falling behind.
Yang Shuang also ran as though flying, following close behind Lian Youming.
They ran without stopping. Only after leaving the buildings of varying heights far behind and emerging from the city did Lian Youming abruptly halt. His feet went from great running strides to being firmly rooted in the ground, shifting from motion to stillness in an instant. It was as though, in the blink of an eye, crashing thunder had become a pool of still water-exceedingly strange and abrupt. Though his feet had stopped, his posture continued to change. He twisted his waist and neck, lowered his body, and arched his spine, his tiger-like eyes fixed firmly on Liu Ruotong. "Let me experience your skill!"
With that low utterance, Lian Youming's newly planted feet were already changing direction. Though outwardly still,