Talent Has a Price

“Then they finally consider me a fighter.” Lu did not guess. He locked onto Jiang Bailu, who was performing movement tests in the medical area. “Me again?” Jiang folded her arms. “We may fight tomorrow.” “You can refuse.” She kicked him a roll of tape. “First prove today's training deserves my ability.” Lu marked five narrow lanes and practiced only entering and exiting. Su called random numbers; he had to reach the corresponding range within half a step, then escape an imaginary counter. His injury slowed every turn, so he shortened his motion and compensated with foot angle. Only after his twenty minutes did Jiang begin. [Copied: DISTANCE SCALE.]