After he had mastered the basics of the fist technique, Su Ping had a full meal and rested well.
Then, he chose an auspicious time.
He stood in front of the thatched cottage at the top of Bone-burying Mountain, facing the large locust tree with a human face, and clenched his fists in silence, ready to test the North Dipper Greedy Wolf Fist Secret Skill, which had a prestigious background!
As Su Ping slowly exhaled the foul air, his right hand gently bent at the shoulder.
Su Ping, who was silently reciting the mantra of the North Dipper Greedy Wolf Fist in his mind.
The Immortal Texts that seemed alive when he had learned them echoed in his mind.
Faint white vapor began emanating from Su Ping's body, which then twined around his right fist.
Along with this surge of emotion, every inch of muscle and every internal organ strained to extract their potential, producing white vapor that fed into his fist.
