Several days passed, and the commotion from the Cyan Scale Association gradually died down.
Meanwhile, the Gaolin Commerce Association was thriving.
Before long, the end of the year was approaching.
Chen Family Courtyard.
Chen Qing stood in the courtyard, practicing his Long Arm Fist. His movements were as fluid as flowing water and moving clouds. His Power traveled seamlessly from shoulder to elbow, wrist to finger, each joint a soft conduit without a hint of stiffness or hesitation.
His arms maintained a strange "softness," as if they weren't made of flesh and bone, but were leather whips filled with mercury.
Initially, his movements seemed almost "sluggish." But as his arm reached its apex, right at the moment it was about to descend and explode with force, the unyielding strength hidden beneath extreme softness burst forth.
CRACK!
A sharp crack echoed out, like the tip of a whip splitting the air.
