That night, Lin Yun focused on consolidating his new phase.
In the morning, Lin Yun, who was meditating in the yard, suddenly opened his eyes; a flash of brilliant sparkle shot through his pupils.
Even though he spent the whole night circulating internal energy and didn't rest, it was similar to light sleep. Hence, his spirit was extremely vibrant, with no trace of fatigue.
Whoosh—
Lin Yun slowly rose to his feet and suddenly threw a punch. Then he took a step and a second punch was launched.
He began practicing his martial techniques.
The more he punched and kicked, the faster Lin Yun became.
Between strikes, his breath surged, full of power and speed, gradually generating a dragon's roar and tiger's howl-like sound throughout the yard.
Luckily, the courtyard Lin Yun chose was secluded; otherwise, there would likely have been some curious onlookers.
Half an hour later, Lin Yun's style began to change.
