On the desolate Taotian Peak, grass grew and kites soared.
A silhouette leapt over one obstacle after another like a cheetah. Astonishingly, when the figure rose, it was as nimble as a feathered bird, yet upon landing, it stomped like a massive elephant, leaving a long trail of footprints behind.
Qin Wentian lay on a pile of rubble, watching the figure with flickering eyes: "It's been only seven days, and he's reached this level... He truly deserves to be this generation's Newcomer King!"
He spoke as he looked at Hong Man and Jiang Churan, not far off, who were moving mechanically like stakes, each step taking considerable time. He couldn't help but urge, "What are you standing there for? Get running! At this rate, when will you adapt to the armor like Ye Qingchen?"
No doubt about it.
Training in this armor had unimaginable effects.
