"Grandpa, I'm going out to play." Jiang Chen said, not bothering to brush the dust off himself before darting outside.
To keep anyone from seeing how awkward he looked while practicing, he planned to train in an uninhabited stretch by the river.
By the river, he stared at the lightning of Three Thousand Lightning Movements for a long time, and actually managed to grasp a few things.
He immediately began trying it out with great enthusiasm.
Lightning was nimble and unpredictable, capable of extending at any angle. When applied to footwork, it became downright bizarre.
Jiang Chen had barely started when he suffered a nasty setback.
He followed the feeling in his heart, and his body, accelerating into a charge, suddenly turned ninety degrees to the side. Without slowing down, he nearly wrenched his back.
This bizarre phenomenon didn't scare Jiang Chen at all. Instead, it sent his excitement soaring.
He finally understood the essence of Three Thousand Lightning Movements: no matter the circumstances, he could change his trajectory at an unbelievable angle.
Jiang Chen was amazed. Like Lightning Fist, Three Thousand Lightning Movements was so bizarre it defied common sense.
So, as he boldly experimented, all sorts of jaw-dropping scenes played out once more.
He crashed into trees and charged into the river. But at his current speed, he could even skim across the water for several meters.
It wasn't until noon that he finally headed home to cook, still reluctant to stop.
He had gotten a feel for the unpredictable changes of Three Thousand Lightning Movements, but he still hadn't grasped its speed. He wasn't in a hurry, though. He was already fast, and once he mastered the changes in the footwork, his strength would surely rise by a whole tier.
"Tang San, just wait until I've trained