Incredible ChangesChapter 301 Speed Training Days
Time for a training day, or three. Jasmine still looked at me like I had two heads as we walked into what appeared to be the offspring of a dojo and heavily padded cell in a mental ward. I could throw Jasmin as hard as I could at the wall, and at most, she might get a rug burn from the material covering the walls. “I’m pretty sure that the hundreds of small computers build into the exoskeleton are programmed with all of the self-defense moves you’re about to learn. It will almost instantly...