Half a month earlier, on the second day after Moss awoke.
Whoosh!
Early in the morning, Moss stood before the lake, practicing the moves from Fist Technique.
Although it was called Fist Technique, it actually included basic techniques involving punches, elbows, kicks, knees, and more. It even included basic footwork.
Overall, Fist Technique was an extremely comprehensive basic martial art.
But basic really meant basic.
Straight punches, swinging elbows, sweeping kicks, rising knees, ducking evasions... They were all very simple moves.
But weren't all those powerful and complicated techniques also derived from these basic moves?
That was why Moss practiced so seriously!
Whoosh! Boom!
Even simple moves could unleash impressive power when backed by a powerful body.
As Moss flashed and shifted, her punches and kicks erupted with sharp bursts of wind.
Rustle, rustle...
Even the leaves on the trees nearby swayed constantly with every punch and kick Moss threw, making rustling sounds.
Gradually, Moss's figure grew faster and faster. Every punch she threw seemed to leave afterimages behind!
An indescribable feeling rose in Moss's heart. She felt incredibly focused, and her understanding of Fist Technique deepened as well.
'Master, the food is ready.'
At that moment, Little Ball's voice rang out in Moss's mind.
Boom! Whoosh—!
Moss stopped in place instantly. A surging gale scattered in all directions with a howling sound.
Emerging from that wondrous state, she seemed to come to her senses only then. She raised her head and looked around.
The grass around her was covered in dense footprints, while the area a little farther away looked as though it had been ravaged by a violent storm.
"What was that just now...?"
Moss looked at her hands and muttered, feeling somewhat wistful.
That sensation just now had made it seem as though nothing remained in her