Xue Hua listened, absorbing each word as she pushed herself harder, trying to correct herself with every move.
*woosh* She channeled even more demonic energy, her strikes growing fiercer, faster, each one landing with a force that would shatter grounds.
And yet, Zhang Fumin held steady, meeting Xue Hua's full strength with nothing but a calm smile and the occasional nod of approval.
At one point, Xue Hua's fist came dangerously close to Fumin's face, powered by an explosive burst of energy that shook the ground around them.
Fumin simply leaned back, her face inches from the strike, her smile never faltering.
She caught Xue Hua's wrist mid-punch, holding her in place with a grip so firm it felt like iron.
"Good,"
"Now, feel the difference between strength and control."
With that, Fumin released her grip and dropped back, signaling with a gesture for Xue Hua to come at her again.
