At the sixth quarter of the Hour of the Dragon.
Front courtyard.
"Uncle, I'm ready!" Jiang Yiming looked at Jiang Ning, his expression brimming with excitement.
"Watch carefully!" Jiang Ning said.
As his words fell, he had already assumed a stance.
The stance was somewhat similar to the Five Animals Fist from before, yet completely different.
At this moment, Jiang Yiming held his breath and focused his mind, striving not to miss the slightest detail.
Just then.
Jiang Ning moved. His movements were slow—so slow that Jiang Yiming could see every minute change in each motion.
At the side, Jiang Li, Liu Wanwan, and the others also held their breath as they watched, not daring to make a sound and disturb their son while he learned the fist technique.
From their conversation over breakfast, they had already learned that this was a fist technique Jiang Ning had created by fusing together his own martial arts and connecting the threads of his Martial Dao—a culmination of everything he had learned.
For Jiang Ning to pass this fist technique on to Jiang Yiming was undoubtedly a great stroke of fortune for their son.
"How profound!!" Jiang Yiming stared without blinking, murmuring softly.
At this moment, Jiang Ning's fist technique and bearing were like a tiger, yet also like a bear; like an ape, like a crane, like a deer. It bore a certain resemblance to the previous Five Animals Fist, but was utterly different.
That divine essence seemed wrought by nature itself.
"Yiming, don't become shackled by movements and forms. You must use your heart and spirit to feel it!"
"This fist technique was born from the Five Animals Fist, yet transcends the Five Animals Fist. It takes the Five Elements as its foundation, yin and yang as its core, and chaos