The Wu Fang Instructor glanced at the group of Imperial Bodyguards.
After speaking, he rolled up his sleeves, mobilized his True Qi, and the muscles on his arms rapidly bulged, becoming as thick as thighs.
BOOM! BOOM!
His fists, carrying strong gusts of wind, left a series of knuckle prints on the wooden training dummies.
"This is the fist manual. Each of you can look at it for a quarter of an hour. After a quarter of an hour, it will be collected. How much you remember is your own concern."
The Head Instructor took out a stack of silk cloths inscribed with the fist manual and had the eunuchs in the Martial Arts Room distribute them to the guards inside.
「Half a day later」
The Head Instructor stood near the wooden dummy where Cao Xing was practicing the Bloodline Fist. He stared intently at Cao Xing's True Qi circulation path for a long time before speaking in a deep voice, "Your memory is quite good, and the Bloodline Fist you execute is more than a notch above the others."
