"All right, Cousin!"
Qiao'er replied solemnly and first settled into her stance training. Zhao Feng recognized the standard Two Principles stance. She stood firmly, her muscles and bones crackling like beans popping in a pan. Clearly, her qi and blood had reached a certain level.
"The Two Principles stance emphasizes balancing hardness and softness. You're holding yourself too tensely, Qiao'er. Relax a little."
Zhao Feng corrected a few aspects of her stance.
Then Qiao'er raised her hands, unfolding the opening move of Dragon Form Fist, Hidden Dragon Emerges from the Abyss!
She twisted her waist and abdomen, her back arching like an azure dragon. As her shoulders and elbows opened and closed, the faint form of a great dragon took shape.
Her left fist feinted forward like a dragon's head probing the sea, her knuckles held straight, while her right fist sank, concealing its force. Her footwork was light and nimble, carrying her freely forward and back, rising and falling as her fists struck like a dragon!
Her movements whipped fierce gusts through the air.
As her fists reached their peak, she sprang half a foot into the air and twisted like a flying dragon in the heavens. Both fists shot out together, explosive force bursting forth, their wind sweeping past with a soft whistle. She landed on her toes, spun, and swung her arm in Dragon Swishes Its Tail, stirring fierce gusts.
Her next punch burst out close to her chest, its force short and savage, like dragon fangs sinking into flesh-fierce and cutting.
Watching from the side, Zhao Feng nodded repeatedly.
Her fist style possessed both form and spirit. There was nothing flashy in any of her movements, yet they brought out Dragon Form Fist's balance of hardness and softness, its might and nimble grace.
As she withdrew