Yang Dao is an orphan. He does not speak much. He is so introverted that if not for his grades no one would have even known about him. One day it all changed. A red helicopter landed in front of him and a black-haired beauty walked up to him. She spoke in a joyful and emotional voice, "Young Master, this servant finally found you." ... Follow Yang Dao, a boy blessed by the heavens. A guy who was given four familiar spirits by the heavens. DISCLAIMER: THE COVER IMAGE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.
Yang Dao charged forward, but just as Laohu Bai thought he would take the initiative the boy stopped. The defense move she had prepared never came into play. Yang Dao dropped to the ground. Supported himself with his hands and his right leg swiped at the lady from the side like a whip.
The lady slightly jumped to dodge. The boy did not come a full circle with the whip, but rolled over while he pushed himself off with his hands and his left leg shot. It looked like a roundhouse kick, but the performer was tilted in his position. Laohu Bai used her arms to defend and retreated. Yang Dao stood in front of her with a smirk on his face.
The lady smiled at him. She charged forward at an extremely high speed. Yang Dao's pupil dilated he hurriedly jumped left, from his right a powerful punch brushed out. The boy dodged some attacks, some attackers were blocked. He knew he cannot match the chief instructor in strength and speed.