The wide training ground was already riddled with bullet marks. The elastic padded floor was littered with spent shells, so many that even walking across it carelessly could make someone slip.0

Once Ji Jue was ready, Mr. Zhang stood twenty meters away. The gaunt old man still looked completely harmless, except for a short stick strapped to his lower back as a weapon.0

Luckily, this was only a simulated exercise. Otherwise, if Mr. Zhang went all out for real, he could tear Ji Jue apart with his bare hands in under ten seconds, turn him into dried meat, complete with dehydration, vacuum sealing, and sterilized packaging.1

“Ready?” Mr. Zhang asked lazily with his hands behind his back and his body slightly hunched, like any ordinary old man walking casually. When Ji Jue nodded, he began to approach.0

Step by step, they moved toward each other.0

With each step, Ji Jue’s breathing grew shallow and tight. Even though he reminded himself this was just a simulation, and the approaching opponent was merely an old man out for a walk, he couldn’t fool himself. The frustration and trauma of...0