"Thud! Thud! Thud!" Luo Zheng, shirtless, kept pounding on the wall, not knowing how many punches he had thrown. His arms felt sore and swollen, yet he did not stop and continued hitting the wall. His hand wraps were stained red with blood, sweat rolled down his forehead, and his entire body was slippery with sweat, disturbing the sleep of everyone nearby.
During the training, Luo Zheng felt this method was not bad. The wall was hard, requiring great strength to make any noise, and its hardness provided a rebounding force. If he did not control his force well, it could injure the meridians in his arms, requiring good striking skills and force control.
