Dong Zhongshu

"Seven days!"

"Yes, seven days!"

Moving from the prison to the residence had brought a major change in their living conditions.

Staying in a place provided by the authorities meant they didn't have to worry about rent or the cost of food and drink.

Zhang Xuezhou was in fairly good spirits. He had always been content to take things as they came and could settle down in any unfamiliar place. Besides, the residence provided medicinal meals that had largely restored his depleted body.

Zhang Qian, on the other hand, had left the tense atmosphere behind, only to find himself growing uncomfortable after living there for several days.

Looking down at his bulging belly, he felt he couldn't go on living like a domestic pig.

Hearing Zhang Xuezhou's cheerful reply, he felt they probably had little to talk about on this subject.

He moved the table aside to make as much room as possible, then began practicing his punches with careful precision.

"That hand-to-hand technique... what kind of fist technique is that?"

Zhang Qian's saber had been taken away, so he could only practice hand-to-hand techniques to stretch his body.

Zhang Xuezhou watched for several dozen seconds. Just as he felt that Zhang Qian's moves were less fierce than Zhang Manqian's sanda combat technique, Zhang Qian suddenly thrust out a fist, and a sharp explosive crack rang out in the air.

Though Zhang Xuezhou was more than two meters away, the wind from the punch swept over his clothes, making his chest feel as though someone had shoved it with a palm.

Zhang Xuezhou sucked in a cold breath, unable for the moment to gauge what would happen if that punch landed on someone.

"Subduing Tiger Fist!"

More than ten seconds after Zhang Xuezhou asked, Zhang Qian drew a deep breath