"Strength must align with the waist, the fist must match the intention, and the body must conform to the form—this is the essence of the Trinity Fist,"
"When these three become one, using the waist to drive the hips, and the hips to guide the arms, one can be overwhelmingly powerful, unstoppable in any endeavor!"
In Wu Bin's mind, Han Yuanliang had gone from practicing the fist alone to sparring with two fierce strangers whose origins he could not fathom.
These two unexpected opponents were ferocious, each of their moves aimed at lethal spots, one of them even wielded a dagger.
Yet Han Yuanliang was a notch above in skill, easily neutralizing the two men's aggression, and even knocking them down with ease as if he were an adult bullying a child.
In reality, the Zheng brothers had been beaten to a pulp, their faces swollen and minds dazed.
Zheng Sheng's nose had even been broken, fresh blood streaming steadily from his nostrils, presenting a sorry and ragged sight.
