With his breakthrough in the Mad Sand Saber Art, Fang Mo had mastered another lethal skill.
The saber was an extension of the hand, another form of fistwork, but one with far greater killing power.
After breaking through in saber techniques, he felt he had gained a new understanding of fistwork as well.
He put away his saber and began practicing his punches.
At times, his movements were as swift as lightning; at others, they were as steady as a mountain. His fists roared through the air, sometimes lunging forward like a fierce tiger breaking free of its cage, carrying an imposing force that could not be underestimated.
Beneath the locust tree, Guan Lie stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on Fang Mo's movements.
Surprise filled his eyes.
He had already been there while Fang Mo practiced the saber.
He knew it was the saber art his senior brother had taught Fang Mo. In only a few days, Fang Mo had already grasped the basics of the Mad Sand Saber Art.
Even more surprising was that Fang Mo's Tiger Subduing Fist seemed to improve every single day.
His eyes were full of confusion and disbelief. He knew Fang Mo's constitution well: he had been born with weak bones and was ill-suited to martial arts.
Yet it seemed to have no effect on him at all!
Could hard work really make up for the gap in one's constitution?
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Just then, three sharp cracks rang out. In the quiet night, they sounded like thunder exploding beside his ears.
"Three cracks from a punch—mid Bright Force?"
Guan Lie froze.
If he remembered correctly, Fang Mo had only broken through to Bright Force five days ago!
He had advanced to mid Bright Force in just a few