Swoosh!
Swoosh swoosh!
Swoosh swoosh swoosh ——
The setting sun cast its warm orange glow on the playground.
Qin Shi planted his feet and swung his arm, chopping through the air repeatedly.
His movements were fierce, synchronized with his breathing, his lips and teeth exhaling sharply. The twelve major blood vessels in his body throbbed fiercely.
His palm was upright like a single blade, each strike extremely sharp, leaving afterimages, with an impressive momentum.
Due to his increasingly proficient exertion, the circulation of Qi sensitivity became rapid and powerful, his arms like two iron whips. Even steel rods would bend and break.
"Still far off, I can't achieve Old Liang's skill of lifting light as heavy, manipulating air currents into cutting force like wind blades."
Qin Shi frowned, thinking back to Old Liang's hand knife strike, which surged with lethal intent like a blade cutting through iron like mud.
