Chen Yuan sat beneath the awning, reflecting on the battle just now.
A head-on fight came down to two things: strength and skill.
In terms of strength, with the power of Elephant Bone, he might be able to stand toe-to-toe with Xu Heng. But skill was absolutely his weak point.
Between Clear Force at minor mastery and Dark Force lay a chasm. Their killing power was not even on the same level.
It seemed he had to comprehend Dark Force as soon as possible.
On the afternoon of the second day, Funiu Mountain was bleak and desolate, lone geese crying into the western wind.
Only the medicinal herbs tended with care in the herb fields brimmed with life.
Chen Yuan practiced his fistwork beside the herb fields. Though it was the cold season, he wore only a single garment. His skin was lightly beaded with sweat, wisps of white vapor rising from his body.
He still had not decided whether to become a steward, but practicing his fistwork could never be wrong.
A thousand mountains, not a bird in flight; ten thousand paths, not a trace of man. Thus, the crack of dry branches beneath someone's feet was especially clear.
The footsteps were steady, then abruptly stopped not far away.
Chen Yuan did not halt. Only after finishing an entire set of punches did he draw in his force and turn to look at the visitor.
Crisp applause followed. "What fine fistwork, Brother Chen. Truly, heroes emerge in their youth."
The visitor was not particularly old either. He wore a small mustache and had a refined appearance, though his eyes revealed a shrewd glint.
Yet judging by his thin, pristine white training clothes, his body-tempering cultivation was not weak either.
Chen Yuan cupped his hands slightly. "You flatter me. May