Chapter 115
Han was not someone who startled easily. No matter how bizarre or absurd the situation, his calm was unshakable. But right now, even his composed demeanor cracked. His eyes narrowed, not in fear—but in disbelief.
Jay had taken a stance. Not just any stance, but one that Han recognized instantly.
> "The Fourth Jungle Art... Cheetah Stride?"
Han's mind raced. That wasn't just a random technique—it was one of the most difficult Jungle Arts to master. Of the fifteen, the Fourth, Eighth, Twelfth, and Fourteenth were notoriously complex, demanding precise control, instinctive movement, and an almost supernatural sense of timing. The Fifteenth? That one wasn't even in the realm of discussion yet.
But that wasn't the only thing making Han uneasy.
