Fortunately, no matter how fast his attacks were or what kind of attacks he used, Zhong Nuannuan still managed to dodge all of his attacks easily. Ling Pinyuan's face darkened as she watched the officers in the audience shower Zhong Nuannuan with impressed praises.
This man was Lu Chao. He was an extreme thorn in everyone's side in the special forces, but he was also one of Chi Yang's most valued subordinates.
If Ling Pinyuan said that she was the best among the female soldiers, then Lu Chao was definitely the best among the male soldiers. No one could surpass him.
However, even when the man was so fast that Ling Pinyuan's eyes barely kept up, Zhong Nuannuan managed to avoid him.
What did this mean?
This meant Ling Pinyuan and Zhong Nuannuan were not on the same level even when it came to speed, no to mention their skills.
Of all martial arts in this world, speed was the only constant that determined the winner.
So, I wore a wrap dress with a ribbon tied on the side to work a few days ago. The dress was as brown as a parcel and possessed a similar texture too. I resisted the urge to go around yelling to my colleagues, "Hey, look! You have a parcel today—it's me!"
I know what you're thinking. Firstly, why the heck would I choose to wear a dress that resembled a parcel; secondly, just why do I have such a stupid urge.
Well, I look fantabulous as a wrinkly parcel! Since I couldn't say it to my colleagues, I'm saying it to you, dear readers—ISSA ME, YOUR GIFT!