Some outer disciples got onto the stage and showcased their drive. Even some foot disciples showed off. Some broke coconuts with bare hands. Some did push-ups on their thumbs. Some seniors among the outer disciples put holes in thin blocks of wood with their fingers. Some stood on their big toes for a minute or so. Some made loud noises with their claps, whereas some played musical instruments at extreme speeds. All in all, the juniors showcased their skills in different but intriguing ways, and this was a good opportunity for both Edgar and Fabby to watch and learn. However, only Fabby seemed interested at the moment.
Soon, everyone was chatting nonstop after Leo left the room for a short break.
Edgar was still looking serious. Fabby put her hand on his hand and said, “Eddie, do you realize that after your crippled leg was healed and you became strong, y
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WHIT 106 - DEATH AND DESTRUCTION
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WHIT 107 - HORNS LOCKED
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WHIT 108 - SEARCHING FOR THE SOURCE
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WHIT 109 - MOVING THINGS
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WHIT 110 - FUTURE
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WHIT 111 - SKILL HALL
At around three in the night. At the border shared between the Great Joint, the Great Breath, and the Great Line. In the moonlight, with a muscular standing behind her, Fabby was standing outside the skill hall, looking at the building in awe. In front of the mountainous structure, she looked like an ant. Not just its size, but the aura it gave off was pulse-quickening. Outside the entrance was a chubby pot-bellied old man in a violet cloak sleeping sideways on the reception desk, with his hand placed under his head. “E-Elder Pandaar…” she bowed. A mild red energy rose out of his back and shape-shifted into a panda. “First-timer, huh. Name?” “Fabby. Fabby Estacio.”
WHIT 112 - LEARNING
Unlike inner disciples, outer disciples didn’t have individual training rooms to practice. So the first one to come could stay there for the rest of the day. No questions asked. Fabby had to wait outside one of the rooms on the top floor of the practice hall. At around four o’clock, the room was vacated, and then she entered. There was no ceiling inside. She particularly chose this room because of that. It was hundred meters wide in every direction, and the boulders there were partly destroyed due to being practiced upon. There were trees, rocks, boulders, and a small waterstream that connected the rooms. Overall, the atmosphere was akin to that of a garden, though she was inside walls. Without waiting, she took the scroll out in haste. As told, she sent her drive in