"You're pretty early."
In the changing room of the Martial Arts Hall, Lin Hao, who had arrived before Chen Feng, greeted him warmly with a wide smile while donning a white Martial Arts Training uniform.
"You're not late yourself."
Chen Feng nodded in response and quickly took out a black short-sleeved shirt from his bag, then took off the shirt he was wearing.
"Whoa, how come you seem even more muscular?"
Lin Hao, standing by, was somewhat surprised and envious.
He had been training for so long, yet his progress was extremely slow.
By comparison, Chen Feng seemed to be on some kind of booster, growing stronger and stronger.
"Just need to practice more."
Chen Feng shrugged his shoulders, which somewhat grated on Lin Hao.
During their conversation, quite a few people came in and out of the changing room.
Including Wu Tian and Pei Yue, who entered together and exchanged glances with Chen Feng.
A hint of malice flickered, mostly cold indifference.