For over ten days straight, Lu Chao had completely adapted to his new routine.
Nothing unexpected happened during that time. Neither the Rock Gang, which he had been worried about, nor the fanatics from the God-Worshiping Church made an appearance.
With everything calm and peaceful, he gradually focused more of his energy on practicing the Second Level of the Fighting Skill.
THUD! THUD!!
Dull thuds echoed through the training hall.
Lu Chao had taken another day off from work and come to the dojo.
Standing alone in a corner of the training area, he sank into his stance, feet planted on the ground as if they had grown roots, and used two red leather sandbags to temper his body.
THUD!
THUD!!
Again and again, Lu Chao tensed his muscles, standing his ground without any attempt to dodge.
Two sandbags, each weighing dozens of kilograms, slammed into his shoulders and back, then his chest and abdomen, letting out dull thuds.
