The next day.
Mo Yun got up before dawn as usual.
After quickly washing up, he used his movement technique and raced toward the summit of North Mountain.
Reaching the summit and feeling that familiar pressure, Mo Yun wasted no time and immediately began practicing his fists.
"Nameless Fist Technique, let's begin!"
His punches stirred howling winds, sending sand and stones flying.
Time passed, and two hours went by in the blink of an eye.
The morning sun rose, bathing the mountaintop in gold.
Sensing that he had reached his limit, Mo Yun immediately stopped training and used his movement technique to leave North Mountain.
"Phew..." Mo Yun exhaled a long breath of stale air, a smile appearing on his face.
"This progress that I can almost see with my own eyes really is addictive..." Gazing at the sun rising in the east, Mo Yun couldn't help voicing his feelings.
Nearly five months had passed since he began practicing martial arts.
The reason he could keep training from before dawn until after dark every day was that he could clearly feel his own progress.
Often, the inability to stick with something had little to do with self-discipline. Rather, it came from not seeing the road ahead, not knowing whether one was actually improving, and fearing a wrong turn or wasted time.
But if the road ahead was clear, and every effort brought a reward, self-discipline would no longer be so difficult.
Think about it: if every additional round of fist practice let you feel yourself growing a little stronger, never mind self-discipline-you might even become addicted!
After getting his bearings, Mo Yun headed toward the little courtyard where Commander Li usually worked and trained.
He wanted to learn more about transforming force from Commander Li.
That day, the Village Master