August, Suiyang.
The weather turned cool.
In the professional training floors of Hongjin Company, two shadowy figures were rapidly exchanging blows, attacking each other with extreme speed.
Punching, dodging, moving, then punching again.
This process repeated continuously, both wearing form-fitting, sweat-wicking black sports attire, their sleeveless tops highlighting their clearly defined muscular contours.
Thud.
Suddenly, a dull sound. Song Ran took a small step back, his expression somewhat surprised as he looked at the person opposite him.
"You've improved this quickly?!" He remembered that Li Chengyi had only been learning the Cross Track Combat Technique for a few months. How could it seem like he'd improved so much...
"No, your punching technique is still rough, but your power and speed have increased," he quickly realized.
