In the little courtyard, Wang Chen was practicing his fists.
Vajra Fist.
As the saying went, a boxer never let his hands rest, just as a singer never let his tunes leave his lips.
Ever since he began learning this fist art, Wang Chen practiced it three to five times every morning and evening.
Tempering his physique and honing his sinews and bones, he never missed a day, come wind or rain!
As usual, he was bare-chested, wearing nothing below but a pair of shorts.
As his fist forms unfolded, the vigorous qi and blood within him were continuously stirred up. His bulging muscles seemed cast from bronze and forged from iron, containing boundless power!
In only a few moments, vapor curled around Wang Chen's body. Every movement of his hands and feet made him seem as though he were riding clouds and mist.
This was a peculiar phenomenon born from the interaction between the chill of early spring and the heat radiating from his body.
Vajra Fist · Experience +1
When Wang Chen threw his final punch, this fist art's proficiency rose by another point.
Vajra Fist (Lesser Accomplishment): 299/300
Without the slightest hesitation, he directly added 1 point of Human Virtue to it.
Vajra Fist (Great Accomplishment): 0/400
From beginner to proficient, then from proficient to Lesser Accomplishment, Wang Chen had achieved every stage of this fist art through his own bitter training.
But he knew very well.
With his current comprehension, the odds of breaking through to Great Accomplishment were exceedingly low.
Adding points was the inevitable choice!
Crack!
At the instant Vajra Fist completed its advancement, a crisp tremor suddenly rang out from the top of Wang Chen's head.
Immediately afterward, the joints throughout his body began to crackle in