Rumble!
In the silent secret chamber, waves of sound rolled out like a surging tide.
Gu Han's fists and feet flashed like lightning, his blood and qi bursting forth. The torrent of blood and qi within his body flowed endlessly like great rivers and crashing waves. As he repeatedly practiced each move of the Dragon Tiger Marrow Cleansing Fist, it scoured every part of his body, constantly tempering and strengthening his organs, sinews, bones, flesh, and skin.
It was not until evening drew near and the sun gradually sank westward that Gu Han finally withdrew his fists and stood still in the chamber. With a shake of one palm—
Crack!
The next instant, a sound like firecrackers bursting rang through the air.
The reason was that Gu Han's palm strike had contained such tremendous force that it instantly blasted apart a small pocket of air, producing an effect akin to the Air Splitting Palm described in martial arts novels.
However, compared to the Air Splitting Palm of fiction, Gu Han's strike merely had the form, not the power. From several meters away, let alone killing someone, he would probably struggle to knock over even a cup of water! It was truly only fit for putting on a show, not for any real use.
Carefully sensing the power of that palm, Gu Han compared it in his heart and could not help laughing at himself.
After all, this bit of strength was indeed far too weak for someone who had once surpassed the vast majority of Second-rate Peak experts.
Still, although my strength is not great right now, this is merely the result of one afternoon's practice.
*The Dragon Tiger Marrow Cleansing Fist has one hundred and eight forms. Yet in one afternoon, I have mastered the first three, and the