He stood on top of the water tank, overlooking the gradually coming to life street scene below, and casually stretched his muscles and bones.
Then, lowering his body and standing immediately, facing the rising morning sun, he began practicing Air Attack in this small space.
His movements didn't pursue speed; each move was clear and distinct, advancing and retreating with precision, emanating a calm and steady aura.
Every strike contained Inner Strength, hidden and unreleased, more focused on the connection and technique usage between moves.
Even so, the air still resonated with a dull sound of air being cut, the wind whistling continuously.
It was as if he were a Qigong master from TV, with every punch carrying its own sound effects.
Until the five Fighting Skills had each been practiced thoroughly, the morning exercise entered its final closing stage — Qigong adjustment.
"Hoo hooo—"
