Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye.
Three days later.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Jiang Ning stood in his small courtyard.
Punch after punch crashed into the wooden post like a raging storm, wantonly venting the power within his body.
At this moment.
In the martial hall's rear courtyard, Wang Jin heard the sounds of blows striking a wooden post coming from Jiang Ning's direction. His gaze abruptly sharpened.
"That direction where the post is being struck... it's Jiang Ning's courtyard!"
"Something's off about that sound!!"
His body moved, and he leaped out of his rear courtyard.
Within a few breaths, he appeared outside Jiang Ning's courtyard gate.
He saw that the gate was locked. Then, with a single leap, he landed atop the surrounding wall.
Looking down from above, the entire courtyard Jiang Ning occupied lay within his sight.
Jiang Ning wore a short jacket, his arms bare. They danced like the wind, producing countless afterimages as they bombarded the wooden post wrapped in cowhide.
With every punch, the bulging, dragon-like muscles in his arms stretched taut in an instant, sharply defined.
The visual impact alone made it clear that every punch contained tremendous force.
At this moment, each of Jiang Ning's punches struck the cowhide-wrapped wooden post with a dull rumble like thunder.
Though the post had been driven deep into the earth, it swayed continuously beneath his barrage of punches.
Hearing the sound of Jiang Ning's fists landing on the wooden post from so close by.
Wang Jin's pupils abruptly contracted.
How could this brat's punches be so swift and so powerful?
That sound!
That commotion!
Every punch contained at least fifteen hundred jin of force!
Something was wrong with that strength!
Seriously wrong!!
Just what level had his blood and qi reached?
Had his blood