In the small courtyard, Wang Chen was practicing his punches.
Vajra Fist.
As the saying goes, one must constantly practice their punches and chants.
Ever since he started learning this martial art, Wang Chen had practiced it three to five times every dawn and dusk.
Tempering his physique and conditioning his bones and muscles, he trained relentlessly regardless of the weather!
As usual, his upper body was bare, and he only wore a pair of shorts on the lower half.
As the movements of the punches unfolded, the vigorous Qi-Blood within his body was continuously stimulated, with each bulging muscle resembling bronze and iron castings, filled with boundless power!
In just a short moment, steam was swirling around Wang Chen's body, and every move he made seemed as if he was riding clouds and mist.
This was a unique phenomenon produced by the interaction of the chill of early spring and the heat emanating from his body.
[Vajra Fist·Experience +1]