In the small courtyard of the inn, a figure continuously flickered, fist shadows transforming and fist force dancing in the air, completely pushing away the airwaves. Amidst this figure, there was an unexpected sense of slow rhythm.
Swoosh
After completing a set of fist techniques, the figure stopped, and the surrounding figures immediately disappeared. The fist force dissipated, revealing Chu Ming's fair face, covered with fine beads of sweat. He had just practiced the Blast Flame Fist hundreds of times in a row, but the effect of the Blast Flame Fist was getting worse and worse. By the end, it was almost negligible in enhancing his body strength.
