1 week later.
*Bam!*
*Smack!*
Grandmaster Fang with his beautiful yellow eyes looked at the scene in front of him with slight smile, filled with fascination. He was currently standing in the doorway, which leads to the dojo, and currently, the dojo was occupied by single person.
A black-haired young man was striking a padded striking pole with his upper body naked. His gaze was only locked at the striking pole in front of him, with his fist every now and then, striking it powerfully.
Every now and then, he stopped hitting with his fist and used his elbows, kicks, knee attacks, making the scene looked mesmerizing to look at.
Grandmaster Fang rubbed his chin, which would have made him look like Sage of Wisdom if he had beard.
