With one arm in a sling, hair in a mess, and eye boogers still sticking out, Dominic stepped out to find Sanning and Emmanuel fighting. He completely lost his composure.

Dominic thought he was just watching a spectacular sparring match as a spectator, never expecting that the match would also allow him to hear a secret.

Unable to contain his excitement any longer, he rushed over and exclaimed, "Sang Ning, you really know the Lingbo Weibu (a martial art)? I always thought this skill was made up."

"Be confident, this martial art is fabricated."

Sang Ning pulled Emmanuel up by withdrawing her ankle and said calmly, "I don't know the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique)."

She wanted to learn it, but unfortunately, there was no Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) for her to learn.

"What I know is the art of lightness of movement."

"so······"

After a pause, Emmanuel asked incredulously, "You've added weight again?"

"ah!"

Sang Ning removed the weighted buckles from his wrists and ankles, looked at Emmanuel, and said, "In terms of speed, you can no longer match me. In the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that can be overcome."

"You can't keep up with my speed, so naturally you can't break through my defense."

"And I..."

Grinning and showing off her white teeth, she said smugly, "I'm fast enough to easily break through your defenses, which is why you lost."

Emmanuel remained silent, but Dominic pressed on, "What's your maximum speed in kilometers per hour?"

Sang Ning couldn't answer this question, after all, she was busy and didn't have the time or the boredom to test her speed.

So, her answer was—

"have no idea."