Chengping Square, Sun's Martial Arts Hall.
The front courtyard.
Yang Jing was intently practicing the Mountain-Shattering Fist.
The wind from his fists whistled, stirring the fallen leaves on the ground. Each punch carried a dense, heavy force, striking the air with a series of muffled THUDS that left eardrums tingling.
He occasionally interspersed his routine with moves from the Surging Waves Leg Technique. His legs were blurs, fast as lightning, kicking up a biting wind with every sweep. The wooden dummy before him swayed under the force of his kicks. His vigorous practice drew several junior disciples, who stopped to watch.
Not far away, Xu Hong had just finished his practice and was drinking from a water flask.
Beads of sweat dotted his forehead and his Adam's apple bobbed. After a few gulps of cool water, he felt his strength return.
