"It's time to put points into Tiger-Crouching Fist!"
Mo Yun drew a deep breath, summoned the Virtual Panel, and concentrated, fixing his gaze on Tiger-Crouching Fist in the martial arts section.
Soon, a plus sign appeared after Tiger-Crouching Fist.
Without hesitation, Mo Yun focused his mind and pressed the plus sign.
"Black-and-White Seal, let's see what your limits are!"
In an instant, a vast torrent of memories flooded his mind.
They were scenes of him sweating through countless days and nights of Tiger-Crouching Fist practice, through cold and heat, training in the bitterest winter days and the most sweltering days of summer.
On spring mornings, he threw punch after punch beneath the rising sun at the foot of North Mountain, sweat soaking his clothes.
At noon in summer, beneath a blazing sun, the wind from his fists stirred waves of scorching air.
At dusk in autumn, amid swirling leaves, he punched the falling, withered leaves into dust one after another.
On snowy winter nights, in a bone-piercing wind, his fierce punches scattered the snowflakes filling the sky, leaving the space ten feet around him like a vacuum.
These memories were no illusion. Every punch and every movement felt like something he had truly experienced. The subtleties of the fist technique, the minute changes in exerting force, and the transitions between moves all came together in perfect comprehension at that instant.
Mo Yun felt the muscles, sinews, and bones throughout his body crackling crisply, the sounds rising and falling like a beautiful piece of music.
A warm current surged from his Dantian Sea of Qi and raced along his meridians into every limb and bone. Wherever it passed, his muscles swelled, his fascia stretched, and his bones trembled, as though his entire body were being reshaped.
A faint red flush spread