"Genius was often just this plain and unpretentious."
The text on the achievement panel did nothing to disturb Qin Shi's calm, still as a placid lake.
It was like a pebble tossed into water, stirring up a few faint ripples before all was quiet again.
Thump!
As his hundredth punch landed with a powerful blow, the viscous air seemed to be hammered down, bursting into visible waves of indentation.
It was as if a boulder had crashed into a pond. Then white waves shot up in every direction, carrying sand and dust with them!
"My god!"
Old Liang sat on the concrete steps, staring in stunned amazement with a mouthful of dust. He spat several times.
But he wasn't angry in the least. In fact, he laughed heartily.
"He didn't follow the old path of Hong Sheng's assassination fist. Good! Excellent! My master used to say that the young were inexperienced, hadn't seen the world, hadn't known love or hate, and hadn't faced life and death. No matter how hard they racked their brains, they couldn't comprehend the 'Dao' or grasp the 'principle.'
"But now it seems that's not true! My disciple has the bearing of a Martial God!"
It was no wonder Old Liang had lost his composure. Hong Sheng True Inheritance's Hundred Forms Cultivating Momentum had four fundamental forms: wind, forest, fire, and mountain!
Each core state of mind encompassed countless variations of fist and palm techniques, footwork, and killing moves.
But after generations of practice and study, Swift as the Wind had gradually become the mainstream. The only form best suited for beginners was the vicious, sinister assassination fist.
Old Liang had learned it, and so had his master.
As for his master's master, the old man had chosen a much harder path, but there was no