At the center of the training room.
Yang Jing focused his mind, immediately lowered his waist and settled his hips, and began practicing his primary true art, the Mountain-Splitting Seal.
The next moment, his figure slowly began to move. At first, he merely gathered strength with steady composure, but as his internal qi surged, his movements grew faster and faster, until nothing remained but blurred afterimages.
Wherever his fists swept, their ferocity was unmatched. They hammered howling fist winds out of the air, and muffled qi blasts echoed softly through the training room, securely contained by the formation without the slightest sound escaping.
A lift of his hand became the Mountain Collapse Stance, his fist intent as weighty as a towering peak. His straight punch seemed capable of shaking mountains. When he changed to a palm strike, it became the Stone Splitting Stance, his finger force razor-sharp, his internal qi condensed but unreleased, concealing the power to pierce armor in a single blow.
He turned and delivered a side kick. The leg wind swept past, raising a ring of air ripples visible to the naked eye. Every technique and movement was honed to perfection, without the slightest waste.
The Mountain-Splitting Seal was a true art renowned for its ferocity, dominance, and explosive power. In offensive might, this mid-grade true art rivaled upper-grade true arts-a testament to its sheer, domineering force!
Supported by Yang Jing's current qi-nourishing realm cultivation, its power soared even further. As fist shadows crisscrossed the room, the entire training room seemed enveloped in a fierce aura.
Although he had recently devoted much of his energy to cultivating the Indestructible True Art, Yang Jing had never slackened in practicing his primary true art. He honed it day and night, and now, with the Grade-A Training Room's assistance, he