"Steady your stance first, then punch."
Bang stood beside Baicang, correcting his movements from time to time.
"Feel the qi flowing inside you. Concentrate the strength of your entire body while maintaining precise control."
As Bang spoke,
his heavily callused hand gripped Baicang's arm, his fingers exerting a little pressure as a pale blue glow appeared.
Baicang immediately felt a gentle force seep through his skin.
"Don't get distracted. Pay close attention to the flow of energy."
Bang reminded him softly.
Baicang promptly closed his eyes.
Seeing this, Bang nodded gently and guided Baicang through the pathways within his own body.
A while passed.
Surprise appeared on Bang's face, and he felt somewhat puzzled.
How could this be?
He was using this method to help Baicang gain a direct understanding of his own body. For an ordinary person, this would actually mean forcing progress prematurely.
Every martial artist sensed the changes in their body through long, gradual training and the process of tempering their flesh.
Only then would it benefit their future growth.
But Baicang's circumstances were unusual. He had started late, and Bang had also seen the eager desire to grow stronger in his eyes.
Baicang's innate talent was also enough to disregard the consequences of this method.
Only then had Bang decided to use this method to quickly build Baicang's foundation.
What he had not expected, however, was that Baicang's physical gifts were even more extraordinary than he had imagined. His body hardly seemed human at all.
After all, as everyone grew up,
they would more or less suffer some injuries, illnesses, and the like.
These would all leave subtle traces in the body, and in serious cases, could even affect the rest of their lives.
These were also among the factors that determined whether someone could reach