As time flowed on, the book slowly turned to its final page.
With the closing of "Hard Qigong," Liang Hui's eyes were alight with fervent combativeness, "Let's communicate our respective paths through our fists."
'Into the dream!'
In an instant, the surrounding environment began to blur, and then became clear again, revealing an old house and a slumbering figure within.
The area around the house was overgrown with weeds, seeming to house only a single person.
Liang Hui chose not to enter the body of the figure but instead manifested his true form directly.
A gentle breeze passed by, and a handsome young man wearing boxing gloves appeared not far from the house.
In the moment the young man appeared, the sleeping figure in the house suddenly opened their eyes and stood up to look outside.
Their gazes met in midair, without much need for words.
Liang Hui strode forward, quickening his steps until he was running.
