Mastery in all combat arts
Whosh! Wosh!
The tearing sound of wind being torn appeared as Lu Zhen punched the air as if the air was his greatest enemy.
He was shirtless, and his twelve-pack abs were displayed in full glory.
His punch synchronized with his breathing, following a distinct rhythm. A strange pattern resembling a tree appeared whenever he punched in rhythm.
"One million!" Lu Zhen exclaimed as he delivered his final punch, creating a sharp wind pressure that seemed capable of tearing the very fabric of the void itself. The wall opposite bore a clear dent of a print of a punch.
"Hmm…" Lu Zhen nodded in satisfaction at the result as he took a simple step forward.
However, the seemingly simple step he took launched him forward by at least 20 steps, and he reached the wall in the blink of an eye.