Inside the shed courtyard.
Gu Sheng was practicing his fists.
Using his injury recovery as an excuse these past few days, Gu Sheng had focused entirely on practicing at home without distractions. No one disturbed him, and he was enjoying himself immensely.
Bare-chested, Gu Sheng moved with agile strength. At times, he surged like a tiger; at others, he stood as heavy as a mountain. The aura and intent around him shifted freely, and his mastery of the Iron Stone Fist had reached a terrifying level!
Forget Gu Jingang and the others—even the creator of the Iron Stone Fist would have been shocked upon seeing this.
After killing the fierce tiger, Gu Sheng's aura had changed again. He had gained some insight, and the Iron Stone Fist now carried an even fiercer, more domineering quality.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
His fist wind was sharp and fierce, constantly whipping up dust that danced alongside his movements. Gu Sheng's trouser legs fluttered as his body followed his fists. There was not a trace of distraction in his eyes; he had begun to display the bearing of a great fist master.
Once one's fist techniques reached Gu Sheng's level, mastering one art meant understanding countless others. If he trained in other fist techniques from now on, his progress would surely be astonishing, far beyond what it had once been.
Even cultivating other martial arts would benefit him greatly. After all, most martial arts shared common foundations; the differences lay in strength, moves, intent, and similar variations.
Having pushed the Iron Stone Fist beyond the perfected realm, Gu Sheng was gradually beginning to transform. As he learned more martial arts, that transformation would only become more dramatic, until one day he became a true grandmaster of martial arts.
He would be able to see through