Zhang Lisheng's generous offer made Dr. Song become stunned for a bit. "W-What did you say, boy?"
"Uncle, from today onwards until Christmas, I hope you can pour your entire effort into teaching me this Shape-Will Fist. I can pay you 10,000 dollars a day." While speaking, the young man drew up a check and passed it to the dumbstruck old man.
Then, he walked to the wooden man in the dojo that was used to practice Chinese martial arts. Pretending to give it his full blow, he hit the wooden stick leaving an imprint of his fist till it cracked. "I've already practiced my strength before, so I don't need any standing posture. I only need you to teach me the technique of Chinese boxing."
