No changes?
Lu Yuan carefully examined his [Fighter] professional panel once more, but he found no new skills had appeared.
There were also no information prompts.
But I clearly felt that I comprehended something with that punch...
As Lu Yuan wondered, a taxi suddenly screeched to a halt in front of him.
The cab driver rolled down the window and stuck his head halfway out.
"Are you getting in?"
"Yes."
Lu Yuan opened the door and got in.
The Mosa Fight Club was too far from his home. Even driving normally, it would take twenty minutes, and walking would take at least an hour.
His match had been late tonight; it was almost ten o'clock, and the buses had already stopped running.
The car started.
The air conditioner wasn't on in the car, but with the windows open at this time of night, the night breeze rushed in, so it wasn't too hot.
Lu Yuan was still thinking about the punch he had just thrown.
