BANG!
CRASH!
With a violent shake, a shelf hanging on the wall came crashing down toward Qin Lin's head. At that same instant, a fist print a good inch deep appeared on the cement-and-brick wall!
"Are you crazy? Tearing down your own house!?"
A startled cry reached Qin Lin's eardrums, and the couple's fight next door seemed to have been scared into silence by the noise.
This one punch of mine should be equivalent to thirty years of a regular Martial Artist's training!
Reaching out to touch the indentation in the wall, Qin Lin, who had reached the peak of the mid-stage of Inner Strength, grew even more excited. With just one final push, he could break through to the high-stage of Inner Strength!
