"Does this martial arts have to be practiced?"
In the quiet of the night, the light in the main house was still on. Mother Zhang sat by the table, carefully applying ointment to Zhang Yuan's hands.
Looking at her son's bruised and cracked palms, her eyes were red.
Recently, every time Zhang Yuan returned home, both of his palms were never intact.
Although Mother Zhang knew that learning martial arts requires enduring hardship.
But seeing it so severe, she couldn't help but feel distressed.
To know that Zhang Yuan wouldn't properly rest or heal after returning home, but would continue training tirelessly.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he's obsessed with martial arts!
"Mom, it's just a superficial injury."
Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "Once the ointment is applied, it'll be fine."
He is currently practicing Thunderous Palm Force every day.
The number of shattered clay pots is decreasing, and his power application is becoming more proficient and effortless.
