Choosing The Martial Techniques (2)
"Interesting..."
Xiao Ming murmured, a sly smirk playing on his lips as his eyes scanned the intricate writings on the ancient scroll.
The parchment felt heavy in his hands, its edges frayed with age, yet the characters glimmered faintly, as if imbued with a life of their own.
He leaned closer, his breath steady, as he absorbed every word with the intensity of a scholar unraveling a long-lost secret.
After what felt like an eternity of study, Xiao Ming's lips curled into a delighted smile, so broad it seemed to stretch from ear to ear.
The scroll spoke of the Decimating Punch, a martial technique as fierce as it was overbearing—a skill steeped in pure Yang energy.
Its name was no exaggeration; the technique lived up to its label, reducing its targets to nothingness with a single, devastating strike.