All the clothes he had brought no longer fit him. Discussing the top garment, Tang Luo's robust arms simply couldn't squeeze into the sleeves. Trying to force them in would merely ensure his arms stayed airborne. As for the trousers, they were no better. Struggled as he might to shove his calves into them, they didn't reach the thighs without ripping open. The trousers became shorts, assuming an absurd Cheongsam style. Thus naked from the waist up, Tang Luo could only wear a pair of shorts floating in the wind, just enough to cover the vital parts.
Roughly a hundred stone mock-ups remained in the training field, all but one were left crushed into rubble. A huge silver hammer had been thrust into the ground nearby, deeply embedded in the earth.
He had initially figured the weight of eight hundred catties to be perfect for practising. But now, it seemed inadequate.
"What the hell!" Sitting cross-legged in front of the last stone mock-up, a frustrated Tang Luo struck at it.
