The mixed-race beauty couldn't help but laugh at these words.
What kind of nonsense is this, now we're looking at comprehension as if we're imparting secret martial arts skills.
But in the next moment, Ma Lu had already shot out like an arrow released from a bow, whooshing down the slope.
The oncoming cold wind made his jacket flutter noisily.
Ma Lu kept accelerating, overtaking one tourist after another, tracing exotic and flashy arcs on the snow.
One moment he arranged himself into a straight line, the next into a spread-eagle, looking quite relaxed and at ease.
Coach Mei, who had been waiting to see a joke, suddenly widened her eyes, sensing that things were not as simple as they seemed.
After the initial simple probing, Ma Lu also felt the incredible strength the "triple dish combo" had given his body.
At this point, he had not even used one-tenth of his potential, so Ma Lu decided to add a bit of difficulty for himself.
