Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye.
Three days later.
Boom, boom, boom—
Jiang Ning stood in his own small courtyard.
Punch after punch, like a storm of wind and rain, hammered into the wooden post as he wantonly vented the power inside his body.
At this moment.
In the Martial Arts Hall's backyard, Wang Jin heard the sound of the wooden post being struck coming from Jiang Ning's direction, and his gaze suddenly sharpened.
"The direction of that wooden post being hit... that's Jiang Ning's courtyard!"
"That sound is a bit wrong!!"
His figure moved, and he leaped out of his own backyard.
Within a few breaths, he appeared outside the gate of Jiang Ning's courtyard.
He glanced at the locked courtyard gate, then sprang up and landed atop the enclosing wall.
Looking down from above, the full view of Jiang Ning's small courtyard fell into his eyes.
At this moment, Jiang Ning wore a short jacket, his arms bare. He swung them like the wind, spawning countless afterimages as they hammered into the wooden post wrapped in ox hide.
With every punch he threw, the arm muscles bulging like dragons instantly stretched long, filled with sharply defined lines.
Just the visual impact alone was enough to show that every punch had to contain extremely powerful force.
At this moment, every punch Jiang Ning brought down landed on the wooden post wrapped in ox hide, producing a dull sound like thunder.
Even though the wooden post was sunk deep into the soil, it kept shaking under the barrage of his punches.
Hearing up close the sound of Jiang Ning's fists landing on the wooden post, Wang Jin's pupils suddenly shrank.
How could this boy's punching power be so swift and fierce, and so strong?
That sound!
That