In theory, the divine essence of fist techniques is nothing more than a few qualities: firm, fierce, dominant, and intense.
Relatively speaking, it should be easier to grasp.
This rich man, Brother Xu, doesn't seem to be a dull-witted fool by nature; there's no reason for him to encounter an insurmountable bottleneck at this time.
Xu Zirong looked ashamed:
"The instructor specially gathered all forty-four manuals of the Long Fist, creating a system unto itself.
He said the main inspiration came from unknown wild history before the fall of Dao, where there was a horseback emperor who conquered the world with a single staff.
Thus, it was named 'Grand Ancestor Long Fist.'
What?
Grand Ancestor Long Fist?
Master is really being ridiculous. Our ancestors never produced an emperor, how dare they give it such a heavy name!
Bai Qi's eyelids twitched, speechless.
No wonder Xu Zirong couldn't comprehend it; with such a grandiose name, how could it be easily understood?
