After eating, Yang Jing regulated his breathing for a moment, then strode into the courtyard.
The night was deep. Moonlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting a silver glow over the courtyard.
He took a deep breath, cleared his mind of distracting thoughts, and slowly assumed the starting stance of the Thundering Wave Kick.
Usually, when he trained at night, he would mostly focus on the Mountain-Shattering Fist. Tonight, however, his mind was set entirely on the Thundering Wave Kick.
His Thundering Wave Kick was just one step away from the Peak of Mingjin. Tonight, he would break through to Dark Strength!
The bottleneck that others feared like a tiger simply didn't exist for Yang Jing!
The door to the main hall creaked open. Yang An, having finished cleaning the kitchen, came out while wiping the water from his hands.
Every day, he would stand to the side and watch Yang Jing train. He was especially attentive when Yang Jing practiced the Thundering Wave Kick.
