The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Xu Xingguang put on a vest and trousers, joining Cheng Yue and the others to the training field. Cheng Yue sparred with Xu Xingguang once more and was defeated again under Xu Xingguang's feet.
Cheng Yue lay on the ground, whining pitifully, while Xu Xingguang extended her right hand to her.
Cheng Yue grabbed Xu Xingguang's right hand, and stood up with the momentum.
Cheng Yue asked Xu Xingguang, "Miss Xu, your combat prowess is strong. Who did you learn these skills from?" Whether an assassin, soldier, or mercenary, the age between eighteen and thirty is when they're at their strongest.
Xu Xingguang's fighting style was unpredictable and varied, her moves insidious, not resembling traditional martial arts training.
It was more like she had grown up absorbing a hundred different martial arts.
Xu Xingguang attributed everything to her grandfather, "My grandfather taught me."
"Grandfather must be amazing."
