He had simulated this punch countless times in his mind. Whether it would succeed came down to this moment.
Feeling the true qi rapidly flow out through his body and surge madly toward his fist, Tang Yan felt an urge to throw this punch as the true qi strained to burst forth.
"Come out!" Tang Yan roared. His fist swept forward like a blade splitting bamboo, its whistling wind producing a muffled sound in midair.
Bang!
Intense delight flashed in Tang Yan's eyes. His conjecture had indeed been right!
Elated at mastering a fine new Martial Skills technique, Tang Yan simply stayed in the courtyard, repeatedly practicing every movement of this cultivation method.
Bang, bang! After two consecutive reports, Tang Yan stopped, without throwing a Third Fist.
For a tower a thousand feet tall to stand firm, its foundations had to be solid first.
Bang, bang!
Bang, bang!
Pairs of reports rang out constantly in the courtyard.
Now that he had confirmed his idea was correct, he should not try to leap up several steps in a single bound.
Building a firm foundation would instead let him climb faster.
The sky gradually brightened, and through constant practice, Tang Yan became increasingly familiar with these two moves.
Zi Yun had long known that this set of Martial Skills was an incomplete fragment and had initially paid it little attention.
But when Tang Yan practiced nothing but these two moves day and night for the next three days, Zi Yun began to find it unbearable. Had this boy become obsessed?
"You've already mastered the same movement. Why keep practicing it?" Zi Yun finally could not contain her curiosity and asked.
Tang Yan had just finished producing two consecutive reports. Hearing Zi Yun's question, he did not answer, but began performing the Thousand