Chương 5925: Guard (1)

Ding Chunming stood in the gravity room, holding an executioner's blade in his hand. He was swinging it forward slowly, but all the muscles in his body were trembling. It was as if each swing had the weight of a thousand blades.

Ding Chunming was already very different from three months ago. Although he did not grow taller, he was a lot tougher. His muscles were extremely strong, and his blood vessels were like small snakes, jumping on his muscle network. His entire person seemed much stronger than before.