The night was still and silent.
"Brother."
Wuh Qing gently knocked on the door. After pushing it open, she saw Wuh Ping, bare-chested, doing his basic Martial Arts training.
The schools in the Safe City were divided into liberal arts and Martial Arts tracks.
This division wasn't a choice; it was determined by one's genes at birth.
Wuh Qing's genes gave her a Talent for scientific research, so she majored in the liberal arts track; Wuh Ping was the opposite, majoring in the Martial Arts track.
"PENG!"
Cannon Fist!
Chamber Pressure Stake!
Wuh Ping sank into a horse stance, solid as a cannon's base. The Qi Blood All Over his Body pressurized and condensed in his Dantian. Veins bulged on his bare feet as they gripped the floor, and a single punch flew out with Mountain-Shattering momentum.
He had long since mastered this Basic Boxing Technique to perfection, and every move and stance held a unique charm.
