"I'll take him on!"
Not far from Tong Zhengting, a barefoot, muscular man in a tank top and shorts stepped forward and cupped his fists toward Xiahou Wu. "Cao Zi'an of the King Kong Chuo Leg style. I've come to learn from you."
Boom—
As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Zi'an charged toward Xiahou Wu in great strides, sweeping out a leg. His momentum was a good deal more imposing than that of the others who had fought before him.
The King Kong Chuo Leg style trained raw, forceful strength. It was a purely external method, said to be easy to practice, easy to learn, and easy to use. Anyone willing to put in the hard work could master it.
But the simpler a style was to learn, the more it tested a person's natural aptitude.
One began by kicking sandbags, then moved on to wooden posts, stone pillars, thick walls, and rocks. Paired with footwork such as advancing, retreating, taking short steps, and dodging, the training made each kick smooth and natural, allowing the force to flow freely while strengthening the bones and tendons.
Cao Zi'an was one of the best practitioners of this kicking style. His kicks were fierce and powerful. They looked plain, yet every blow targeted the thighs, waist, or hips—places that were difficult to dodge or guard against.
This time, Xiahou Wu did not dodge as he had before. Instead, he kicked back, meeting Cao Zi'an's King Kong Chuo Leg head-on once more.
The crack of their legs colliding rang out again and again.
"Their shinbones are even harder than mine."
Watching the two men trade kicks, Yang Chu gained a clear sense of just how tough the leg bones of people who trained their legs could become.
After first thinking about increasing bone