Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling window, unabashedly spreading over the pale blue sports flooring inside the room.
Within the diffuse reflection of the strong light, the entire room seemed to be coated with a translucent azure hue.
The boundary between the wall and the floor became blurred.
In a trance, it was as if a piece of the vast sky had been cut and directly laid into this tiny battle room.
A nimble figure was freely weaving through this "man-made sky."
Fang Cheng, caught up in playful excitement like a child with a new toy, kept jumping and leaping in the spacious living room.
At times, he hooked a single hand on the steel beam under the ceiling, swinging broadly in the air like a pendulum, leaping.
At times, he used all four limbs, relying on that abnormal friction, swiftly maneuvering along the vertical walls.
He was like a bird breaking free from the shackles of gravity, needing no support from the ground.
