"The Fire Control Technique is stronger, but martial arts practice cannot be neglected."
Chen Jichuan stood up.
He picked up the sandbags and sand clothes from the side, tying and dressing Chen Shaohu in them.
Starting with a mere four pounds of weight.
After more than a month, it had increased to sixteen pounds. Every day, he could run forty to fifty miles over mountain trails.
In recent days.
Chen Jichuan had imitated the "Blood Burning Skill" from Sheng Dayang and his son, helping Chen Shaohu massage his Qi-blood, making daily progress even more noticeable.
"I understand the reasoning."
Chen Shaohu grinned as he bound the sandbags and donned the sand clothes, muttering, "The Fire Control Technique is hard to improve, but for martial arts, as long as you work hard, you'll get stronger. I still have to take revenge on the Wusheng Sect and the Lishui Gang — I won't slack off."
Chen Jichuan couldn't help but smile.
His younger brother was reassuring.
