At that moment, what Ling Chen pulled out from within his clothes was a string of springs, their shape quite peculiar, resembling a "large" character and over one meter in length.
What is that?
The crowd looked at the object in Ling Chen's hands, their faces full of confusion. Could this be a weapon? But they had never seen a weapon of such shape before.
At this time, on the seating of the eight eccentrics, Qiu Yong and the others watched with a hint of anticipation. Especially Wei Jiahao, who was the most excited. The device that Ling Chen was wearing, which Wei Jiahao had personally crafted, was neither a weapon nor a hidden projectile, but rather a sophisticated contraption for training one's speed.
The springs were fixed to Ling Chen's hands and feet, and he had to endure the tension of the springs nearly all the time. He had been wearing this device since before he began his special training, whether sleeping, eating, or even during combat, he never took it off.
