Whoosh!
Lin Lang casually tossed the enormous iron ingot before him into the air, then caught it with one hand, as though he were tossing a weightless bundle of cotton rather than an ingot weighing a hundred jin.
From a distance, Jiang Xiaoyu saw iron ingots flying up over Lin Lang's courtyard again and again, leaving him utterly bewildered.
What move was his master practicing? Why couldn't he make it out?
Some special hidden weapon technique?
But could something that big count as a hidden weapon?
Wasn't "hidden" the most important part? Only something people couldn't see clearly, or couldn't see at all, could catch them off guard and injure or even kill them unseen.
Surely his master hadn't asked him to deliver several hundred-jin iron ingots early that morning just to toss them around for fun?
What was fun about that? Any Grandmaster could easily toss an ingot that heavy using true qi. Jiang Xiaoyu could even throw it higher.
Unable to understand or make sense of it, Jiang Xiaoyu stopped paying attention. He had finished handling the cult's affairs for the day anyway; it was time to practice.
His master had told him a few days ago to summon Jiang Xiaoyue too. He would surely be testing their martial arts again, and Jiang Xiaoyu absolutely couldn't disappoint him.
In the courtyard, Lin Lang kept tossing the ingot.
Indeed, any Grandmaster could throw this hundred-jin ingot into the air, but very few could do it without using true qi.
Those who could throw it as high as Lin Lang and catch it again with such ease were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
Only after more than a hundred throws did Lin Lang feel a little tired. He circulated his true qi once through his body, and