Zoras
CH 70

The progress in everyone's training was excellent.

These last four days as well, they had not only 1 on 1 fights, but also 1 on 4. And what they were fighting was Hongling.

In these Four days, even though Dong Fang and the other three were all beaten up by Hongling, they were still trying to stay afloat and fight back. In the end, they had tragic results.

Zora even took out many pills for the four to consume. Lucky, all those pills are Class 9. If not, they may take a long time to recover.

In addition to giving them pills, Zora also gave the Art of Struggle, Quick Steps.

For Hongling, he already did not need the Art of Warung. Thus, he only received the pressure after pressure generated by the Cube Formation and some ancient records.

Dong Fang, Feng Mei and the other two, needed to master the Combat Art.

Not without reason Zora asked them to master it.

However, the time that can be maintained so that the gap remains open is only 10 seconds. They have trained their immunity to pressure, but what about speed itself.

If they trained to the perfect stage, it would be long and Zora could not wait that long.

He would only allow them to receive pressure that was close to the real pressure. Also let those who had trained the Fast-Step Combat Art, play inside the pressure-filled Cube Formation.

The point is, they are asked to keep moving using Quick Steps at every pressure they generate, to get used to it.

At this moment.

Dong Fang, Feng Mei and the other two were standing before Zora.

Their intelligence coupled with the Enlightenment Pill, made the four people quickly master the given Art of Warung.

And today, they will fight Zora instead.

Hongling is currently in closed training. Although he did a closed-door training not far from them, he had built a Dark-Black-colored Formation with a thickness of 5cm.

Aside from being a deterrent, he would also not be bothered by the noise that would be generated from the outside.

Although he did not get the Quick Step Combat Art that the four people received, he did not care much, because he knew how he was capable.

Merely, seeing his slow state in breaking through, Zora decided to give him some Ancient records belonging to the Dragon Race stored in his Dimension Space.

After he studied closely, he realized that it was the long-lost Sacred Record of the Dragon Race.

He doesn't know how Zora got it, he doesn't care.

Thanks to this record, he finally understood why he was so extremely slow in breaking through to the King's Stage.

It didn't take long for him to find trouble on her. And with the help of the various pills needed, he would eventually break through.

Since his breakthrough was slightly different from the Human Race, it took him several days to do so.

Therefore, he decided to build a Formation for himself and conduct a closed training.

Zora, Dong Fang and the other three had made a ruckus outside of the Formation.

This time, their battle was very simple. They just need to remove Zora's veil.

In addition, all of their abilities also needed to be directed. Only, their current focal point was their speed of response as well as their movement.

After all, to defeat Zora was impossible for them.

The four men had started with a back-to-back assault.

Nevertheless, Zora was still able to pass through them casually.

His movements were smooth, rhythmic and gentle, but his every move produced great power.

Dodging Dong Fang's hand, Zora spun around and gently stretched out her hand to push Dong Fang backwards.

The touch looks ordinary. But.only Dong Fang knew how much strength had accumulated on his gentle thrust.

He could even feel his ribs would break if it was once again exposed to that touch.

"It's still too slow". Said Zora while dodging the attacks of the other three.

His movements were like a dance in the spring, it was very beautiful and tickled the interest of the audience.

But his speed was even faster and faster in each of his movements.

Dong Fang and the others felt like they were just attacking an empty shadow.

If it wasn't for the gusts of wind hitting their faces, they would have thought Zora had disappeared from their sight.

They are getting excited and excited.

Adding speed, they catch up with each other.

"Your response is still slow". Zora said before throwing Wen Xia the same way.

Seeing those so provoked made Zora frown.

That doesn't matter. It's just that, things like this often make teamwork irregular.

"You guys are so messy". He said after sending everyone away.

They're speechless.

Not just a mess. They were also repulsed with just a few small movements.

They think after a few days of training with Hongling, they are getting better and better.

In fact even after training day and night, they were still unable to catch up.

Understanding the direction of their minds, Zora raised her eyebrows, "Don't be stupid! Your development has improved in just four days. Although there were some that were still lacking, it was already good enough".

Taking out a few more pills, Zora threw at them accurately, "The most important thing is not to be provoked by the enemy. You must be able to control your emotions while fighting".

"Good". Dong Fang and the other three replied almost simultaneously.

"Rest first". Shifting his attention to the Black Formation not far away from him, "My brother will probably take a long time. Recall every mistake you make and learn. We'll continue tomorrow".

Without waiting for their response, Zora disappeared from her place.

Dong Fang, Feng Mei and the other two frowned respectively.

But they don't think about it any further.

Looking at the Black Formation not far away from them, they thought that Zora had entered it to see Hongling's development.

The four people immediately found their respective places and began to absorb the pills they were given.

The Leng Family Main House.

The Family Head Room.

"Grandfather". Call a girl who just entered the room.

Walking towards the old man who was sitting leaning against the chair, he scattered a warm embrace.

Sitting on the floor, the girl leaned her head against the old man's thigh.

Brushing the hair of her favorite granddaughter, "Yu'er, how are you? Grandfather had heard the news. Are you all right?" Ask the old man gently.

"I'm doing fine. Even much better". Leng Yu replied with a bright smile. Thinking of something, he looked up, "Grandfather, do you believe the story?"

Looking at the bright face of his granddaughter, the old man smiled gently, raising his white eyebrows he said in a seductive tone, "What do you think?"

Shattering his eyes, Leng Yu pursed his lips, "Grandfather, you are too difficult".

"Huh". The old man laughed looking at his granddaughter's annoyed face.

Comforting him, the old man said, "Alright. Tell Grandpa what that guy is like".

Leng Yu was silent.

He really could not hide anything from his grandfather.

"Dad, is that true?" Asked the man who was sitting not far from them while sipping his tea.

It was Leng Yang, Leng Yu's father.

They did not live in the Main House of the Leng Family.

For some reason, they chose to spread to the various Continents.

The Main House of the Leng Family itself was in the Xi Empire. While the residence of Leng Yang and his family was in the Dong Empire.

They travel to this place at the request of his father, who says that he misses his good granddaughter dearly.

He just didn't think that his father had his own goals.

The old man did not respond to his son.

His eyes were on his granddaughter.

"Grandfather, you're amazing". Leng Yu said helplessly.

I didn't get an answer from the old man. Father Leng who heard his daughter's words can conclude that everything mentioned in the story is the truth.

"The girl was wearing a veil. His eyes were pitch-black, as was his hair". Leng Yu slightly explained about the girl he and his friends met in the Cursed Forest.

Hearing his grandson's words, a slight light of disappointment flashed at the bottom of the old man's eyes.

But he didn't show it clearly.

"Oh. There was also a man by his side, he was wearing a mask on part of his face". Said Leng Yu, thinking of something, he stroked his chin, "Freaky. He called the man his brother. But, other than the same color of his eyes, the man had a different silver mane to him".

Mentioning this, Leng Yu was lost in thought.

He did not know that his words had dropped an incredible bomb of excitement on the old man.

"Huh".

The old man laughed with excitement. He even dripped a clear liquid from his eyes.

The old man's laughter shocked Leng Yu and Father Leng.

The two looked at the old man in confusion.

Patting Leng Yu's head gently. "Your luck, son". He said then stood up.

With his hands behind his back, he walked towards the window.

With her two vulnerable hands, she pushed the window open.

The glare of light shone on his old facial wrinkles.

Despite being hundreds of years old, the old man still looked dignified and full of majesty.

Looking at the old man, Leng Yu and Father Leng were stunned for a long time.

For years the window was not open.

Leng's father didn't know what the reason was. But not with Leng Yu.

After he was 6 years old, almost every week he came to this place.

She has many cousins, which means her grandfather has many grandchildren.

However, only he himself always took his time to accompany his grandfather.

According to him at that time, his grandfather was an extraordinary and funny person.

He never even got tired of hearing every absurd story through his grandfather.

His cousins have been taught to be tough since young.

So according to them, sitting and listening to stories from his grandfather was a waste of time.

Of course they would prefer to practice rather than listen to things that do not make sense.

Although he also did not really believe his grandfather's story, he was always the most enthusiastic when his grandfather started telling stories.

That was the most fun thing he thought.

His grandfather also once said the reason why he never came out of his room, even the window was not left open.

However, seeing his grandfather pushing the window with his own two hands, his heart beating fast, he froze.

Staring at his grandfather's back nervously, he stood with great difficulty, squeezing both of his hands "Grandfather, is that ..."

He cannot continue his sentence. His throat was like a pinch of something, although he was nervous, the spirit in his voice could be detected very clearly.

Hearing his grandson's question, the old man simply replied with "hm" without turning around or shifting his attention. He has more complex emotions.

His eyes slid forward. The reserves are far and wide.

"You've taken good care of him, son. I'll wait for you guys to arrive". The old man muttered that neither father nor son could hear.