"Exert all your strength, don't hold back."
"Alright!"
Meng Chuan took a deep breath, devouring the heavens and earth.
He closed his eyes tightly, then suddenly opened them wide.
Whoosh—
His breath like a tornado, fists and feet starting to move.
The simplest Child's Fist still shook the heavens and earth!
Bow stance, thrust punch!
Step across, side strike!
Waist Locking Throat!
Meng Chuan felt delighted inside.
He hadn't practiced for a long time, yet he still had such flair...
While executing the punches, he was completely focused, only withdrawing from that state of relying solely on heart and fist after finishing the complete routine.
Zhao Linyuan stood with his hands behind his back, watching Meng Chuan practice, completely satisfied.
"No wonder Master Zhao doesn't talk about his physical talent, only his fist and foot skills; truly a peculiar genius..."
The most ordinary Child's Fist, National Righteous Fist, the true test of one's basic martial arts skills.
