At last, Zhang Xiaohu understood just how monstrous his younger brother's memory was.
Zhang Xiaohu slowly performed the [***] Fist from beginning to end three times in a row. Whenever he asked Zhang Xiaohua about it, Xiaohua said he had not remembered it. Helpless, Zhang Xiaohu had no choice but to continue with a fourth demonstration.
He had just assumed the opening stance when Zhang Xiaohua stopped him. "Second Brother, don't practice it yet. Let me try it once, and you can watch."
Thus, under Zhang Xiaohu's guidance, Zhang Xiaohua stumbled and fumbled his way through an entire set of [***] Fist from beginning to end. Zhang Xiaohua felt nothing much, but Zhang Xiaohu was drenched in sweat. It was truly more exhausting than practicing it ten times himself.
Li Jinfeng, standing nearby, was even more baffled. He knew Zhang Xiaohua's aptitude for studying extremely well. It was precisely that monstrous memory that had allowed him to finish reading Shuowen Jiezi in such a short time. Why did he become like this when learning martial arts?
It truly made no sense.
What made Li Jinfeng want to cough up blood was yet to come. After Zhang Xiaohu took a brief rest, he asked Zhang Xiaohua whether he had learned it already and whether he needed more instruction. His concern was plain in every word.
Yet Zhang Xiaohua shook his head. "No need, Second Brother. It's enough that I can finish one round."
Li Jinfeng also chimed in, "Xiaohua, you should practice a few more times. It wasn't easy for your second brother to come all this way. Once he leaves, if you still want to learn, there'll be no way to find him."
Zhang Xiaohua frowned. "No need, I think. I've already learned it."
Zhang Xiaohu assumed Xiaohua was worried