Ye Martial Arts Hall, In the largest square inside, Shen Changchuan stood among the formation practicing Shattering Jade Fist, Punching the sandbag hanging before him again and again, feeling out the changes in his force.
Around him, He was far from the only one practicing Shattering Jade Fist.
One after another, they shouted sharply as they struck, pounding the sandbags with dull, booming thuds.
In the formations farther away, Brawny men practiced their hands, while others practiced their legs, Filling the square with a vigorous, masculine air.
Shen Changchuan was utterly inconspicuous among them, But he did not care. He threw punch after punch, carefully sensing the changes in the power within them.
In truth, Shen Changchuan had long since cultivated Shattering Jade Fist to the major achievement stage. The skin over his fists was as tough as cowhide, and with a swing of his arm, he could easily split open stone.
At this stage, if he wished to take another step forward and cultivate this fist technique to perfection, he would have to spend more than a decade, perhaps two, enduring medicinal baths and bitter training to temper his fists until they were like steel.
But that final step could be called difficult beyond all measure.
As an unranked martial art, no one knew how many fist techniques like Shattering Jade Fist circulated among the lowest levels of the martial world.
Yet those who could cultivate them to perfection
Could practically be counted on one hand.
That alone showed how difficult such cultivation was.
In fact, It was not only Shattering Jade Fist that was like this.
Other external arts, such as Iron Bridge Three Forms, Flowing Wind Steps, and Star-Treading Leg, were likewise easy to learn but hard to master.
To cultivate them to perfection required an enormous