"Did he really learn martial arts?" Miss Lin asked, looking at his silhouette.
Xiao Feifei shook her head, her unblinking gaze fixated on Ye Lingchen.
On the empty field, Ye Lingchen's eyes were almost closed. Both his fists took on a proper posture, his foot following some unknown footwork. Each step he took was accompanied by a punch.
His body was ever-changing with each punch. One step, one punch. Although plain and simple, without mountains cracking, river flow disruptions or miraculous signs in the sky, it had a perfect sense of harmony.
Looking closely, one can notice that the distance of every step Ye Lingchen made was exactly the same. Each of his punches were executed precisely at the same speed. Every step, every punch, and even the breathing between each punch were perfectly coordinated.
Eventually, the simple punches started changing. Ye Lingchen's body burst into action. Every move gave off a feeling of artistic beauty.
