Da Liushu Village, Fang Residence.
It covered four to five mu, a typical courtyard-style compound with blue tiles, gray walls, and red lanterns hanging from the eaves.
In the western courtyard stood an ancient pine. Its needles were a vibrant green, its trunk thick, its gnarled branches exuding a sense of weathered strength.
Beside the ancient pine was a Martial Arts Arena.
On the Martial Arts Arena,
Fang Yue weaved and dodged across the grounds. His legs unleashed a flurry of kicks, the wind from his fists howled, and his punches left a blur of afterimages. As he executed a set of Tiger Form Fist, the astonishing power of a roaring tiger seemed to faintly manifest.
Every punch he threw created a concussive boom.
Just then, Fang Yue's body bent like a drawn longbow. Then, with a sudden twist, he snapped forward like a powerful crossbow releasing its bolt.
The next moment, his fist slammed into a training dummy made of ironwood.
BANG!
