In the Martial Arts Hall.
"Watch closely, junior brothers!"
Zhao Hu approached the wooden dummy, which was a human-shaped stake wrapped in thick cowhide. With such protection, one could strike the dummy without injuring the hands.
He then placed his palm on the human-shaped wooden dummy.
Next, his palm trembled ever so slightly.
Boom—
The wooden stake exploded instantly, the cowhide that enveloped it scattering like torn cloth, and many wooden splinters burst from the once-smooth surface of the stake.
"How impressive!"
"Brother Zhao is so impressive!"
Listening to the complimentary remarks of several people around him, Zhao Hu's lips curled into a slight smile as he continued to enlighten the crowd.
