Morning at the Fist Academy.
Many young, strong figures practiced stance work, boxing, techniques, and sparring in the Outer Courtyard's open space.
The place was bustling.
Shi Wen glanced over and felt slightly surprised.
At this time of day, there were usually only a lot of people around nine. What time was it now?
And Shi Wen's arrival
also brought complicated expressions to the faces of the Outer Courtyard disciples present.
Shi Wen was just one of the inconspicuous Outer Courtyard disciples at the Fist Academy.
His family was poor, and his circumstances were worse than many others'. Aside from his handsome face, the only thing that drew people's attention was how he diligently practiced his martial arts day in and day out.
He was already practicing in the Outer Courtyard before many people arrived in the morning.
He practiced while everyone else ate lunch and rested, and he was still at it after they had all left!
Diligence earned people's respect.
But too much diligence only made him seem out of place.
On top of that, Inner Courtyard disciple Zhou Heling had never liked him much, so the Outer Courtyard naturally had no shortage of jeers and mockery for him.
It was just that Shi Wen was too quiet.
He did nothing but practice, never getting into conflicts with anyone.
Until yesterday...
The sight of him breaking Inner Courtyard disciple Zhou Heling's arm with a single palm strike had shocked everyone.
Only then did they learn
that he had already tempered a wisp of qi and blood without anyone noticing, qualifying him to become a Blood-Tempering martial artist. He was on a completely different level from them!
How could such a result
not leave the Outer Courtyard disciples feeling conflicted and shaken?
"Senior Brother Shi is here?"
"Good morning,