A solid 10 minutes.
The whoosh of fists and kicks enveloped the open space, and each blow was enough to give anyone goosebumps.
Lu Yiyu was bashed onto the elastic band by the girl in front of him for the umpteenth time.
He wiped the thin trickle of crimson from the corner of his mouth and conceded, "Alright, lady, I give up. If this continues, will I even be able to get out of bed tomorrow?"
He was certain to be covered in bruises.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Jiang Ruan gathered her scattered hair due to the intense workout, looping it all the way to the back of her head with a hair tie, and said, "Can't keep up? We're just getting started."
Lu Yiyu steadied himself against the railing, pulled open his collar to reveal a red, foot-shaped mark on his chest, and threw a bottle of mineral water at her, "What do you know, kid? There are some forces that need to land in the right place. Got it?"
