Every move he made circulated his True Essence, drawing in the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth and causing the ground to tremble in a wide radius around him.
With every fluid transition between fist and palm, a blurry, spectral image would appear behind him.
It greatly amplified the power of his punches and palm strikes.
The surrounding bamboo stalks would sometimes bend low as if struck by a gale, and at other times sway as though caressed by a gentle breeze, shaking loose a cascade of leaves.
Chen Yi was oblivious to all this, focused only on absorbing the profound mysteries of the Martial Arts Fist and improving his Mountain Shattering Fist and Hundred Flowers Palm as much as he could.
One hour, two hours, three...
It wasn't until nearly noon that Xiaodie's figure emerged from Jiaxing Garden.
Only then did Chen Yi stop. He calmed the surging True Essence and Power within him while using his True Essence to vaporize the sweat from his skin.
