Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye.
Three days later.
Boom Boom Boom—
Jiang Ning stood in his own courtyard.
One punch after another, like a violent storm, slammed into the wooden posts, indulging in the release of his own inner strength.
At that moment.
Wang Jin in the backyard of the Martial Arts Hall heard the sound of the pounding from Jiang Ning's direction, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.
"The direction of this pounding on the wooden post... it's Jiang Ning's yard!"
"There's something odd about this sound!"
He moved and jumped out of his backyard.
Within a few breaths, he appeared outside the gate of Jiang Ning's yard.
He glanced at the locked courtyard gate, then his figure leaped up and landed on the surrounding wall.
Looking down from above, he could see the whole view of Jiang Ning's courtyard.
