"It's all perfectly resolved. Maybe I haven't been sleeping well lately!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.
"Hmm! After breakfast, go take a nap, don't wear yourself out." Mr. Cheng advised.
"I will, Grandpa." Zhang Xiaohao laughed.
He walked to the side and watched Sun Dafu and Xu Tianxing practice their punches.
After watching for a while, Zhang Xiaohao withdrew his gaze.
Taking a step, he struck out with a palm, then, sweeping his leg, he began to practice.
He followed his heart, using whatever move came to mind.
Military boxing, grapple, combat techniques, Ancestor Long Fist, and so on.
At first, he could still see traces of these martial arts techniques, but later, his movements became seamless, leaving no trace of the original styles.
A massive golden qi force erupted with Zhang Xiaohao's punches and kicks. As his body spun rapidly, all the surrounding leaves and debris were swept in.
