"Xiao Wu, what kind of fist technique are you practicing?"
"Such a slow fist technique—does it really have any power?"
"Xiao Wu, surely Teacher isn't just fooling you? There are no set moves or forms. It looks like an old lady doing health exercises. Good thing I'm not the one learning this fist technique, or I'd go crazy."
"It has moves and forms, and there are many of them. But Teacher said I mustn't be bound by the forms, or I'll become rigid and stuck in my ways. So I often forget many of the moves and don't know how to continue..."
Over the next few days, the expansion of the new campus was nearly complete. Xiao Wu also trained alongside the students of Peach Blossom Spring Academy. However, her origin damage had not fully recovered, so she could only do some basic training.
After learning that Su Ran had taught Xiao Wu a new fist technique, the other four senior students became very curious about what kind of method she had learned.
But when they saw it, they found that Xiao Wu was practicing a set of health exercises. Not only were the movements slow and seemingly devoid of killing power, but she even forgot the forms, leaving them all rather speechless.
Ning Rongrong said, "It seems Teacher still likes me best. He taught me the astonishingly powerful Wing Chun Inch Punch!"
"Come on, Xiao Wu. I'll show you Inch Strength! Now this is a fist technique!"
A faint golden light radiated from Ning Rongrong's body as she punched the Iron Stakes before her with a thunderous boom.
The Iron Stakes actually began to hum, and a fist mark was left behind. If that punch had landed on a person, their organs would likely have been shattered.
"That's amazing."