Whew—
In Zhang Feng's observation, which seemed like viewing from a distance as if close-up, he could still distinguish a professional martial artist from the rest.
His running posture was more standard and he was practicing with weights.
Swish swish...
A few ordinary martial artists followed behind him, trying to learn.
When they reached the traffic light three hundred meters away, the professional martial artist stopped, and the others came up for advice.
Moreover, some of the pedestrians waiting at the traffic light were all ears upon hearing.
'Pretty good.' Zhang Feng appreciated this martial arts atmosphere.
Then he put on sunglasses, a hat, and a mask.
To experience it firsthand.
...
On the street.
Zhang Feng walked and observed at the same time.
Unconsciously, he had walked through several streets.
The scene he saw at his home's entrance was happening everywhere within his sight.
Martial arts had become a part of daily life.
