As the Spring Festival drew closer, Xu Qing's martial arts training was getting on the right track.
After putting it off several times, he finally got Jiang He to start teaching him boxing.
Palm Fist might be called a fist technique, but it actually doesn't involve using the fist much—it's mostly about the palm. In Jiang He's words, "the three sharp skills—palm, grappling, and kicks—once you are adept at these three, you are pretty much ready to leave the school."
"Why does it look so ordinary?" Xu Qing asked as he waved his hands.
In her hands, the moves looked fierce, but in his own, they were like a Shifu in a fight, not even sure if he could beat the Lightning Five Whip.
"Palm Fist mainly focuses on striking, emphasizing speed and decisiveness, exploiting the enemy's weakness for a kill in one hit. You see, this palm of mine..."
Jiang He was about to demonstrate to Xu Qing when he quickly yelled stop, frightened.
"I haven't learned it yet! Don't use me for demonstration!"
