Inside the courtyard.
Gu Sheng was practicing his punches. Yesterday, he had gone into the mountains and hunted a muntjac, making for a fruitful outing. Today, he was training at home.
Hu hu hu!!
The sound of punching wind roared, occasionally producing sharp bursts in the courtyard.
Gu Sheng's eyes were sharp, focused. His upper torso was bare, revealing extraordinarily well-built muscles. Beads of sweat would occasionally drip, tracing perfect arcs before splashing into the air.
To date.
Gu Sheng's physique no longer showed the slightest hint of frailty. His muscles weren't exaggerated in size, but with each punch and twist, they rippled like a dragon, exuding explosive power.
Thanks to the profound mastery of Iron Stone Fist.
Gu Sheng's physique was far more refined than the average Martial Artist.
After a short while.
