The insights he had gained from cultivating the three martial arts had, in this moment, unexpectedly come together in perfect harmony, thanks to the passive pounding Chen Yue had deliberately devised.
Movement, fist techniques, and body tempering had not clashed at all. Instead, to some degree, they had formed a peculiar resonance, each complementing and aiding the others.
"Success!"
A surge of joy welled up in Chen Yue's heart. He had found the key to efficiently cultivating all three techniques at once. This crude weighted-impact training method perfectly fulfilled the panel's simplified requirements for Dragon Roar Shirt.
At dusk, Father Chen, Mother Chen, and Auntie Li returned from shopping for daily necessities, bringing Yaya with them.
They pushed open the courtyard gate and saw Chen Yue darting and weaving across the yard, his fists whooshing through the air, his figure moving so fast it dazzled the eye.
They were already used to Chen Yue's diligent training, so at first they paid it little attention.
But when they noticed the several swaying cloth pouches hanging from him, flinging about with his movements and repeatedly thumping against his own body, all three froze. They stood at the entrance, exchanging bewildered looks.
Father Chen opened his mouth as if to say something, then shut it again. A flicker of heartache crossed Mother Chen's eyes. Judging by the sound, those pouches must have hit their son hard. Auntie Li, meanwhile, looked utterly confused.
They knew nothing of profound martial arts, but there was no denying that the sight before them was... strange.
Yet when they saw how completely absorbed Chen Yue was, they began to think this might be some secret, unique training method. In the end, none of them spoke up to disturb him. They simply slipped off to the side and began