In the courtyard of the Martial Arts Hall.
Jiang Ning had actively stimulated the potential hidden within his body, and his figure moved.
Boom—
His leg muscles suddenly exerted force, and the mud beneath his feet exploded like artillery shells, splashing in all directions.
The sound of the wind howled in his ears.
If someone had been watching at that moment, they would have noticed Jiang Ning's tall figure, moving back and forth effortlessly in the not-so-large courtyard as if inertia did not exist.
The fierce winds generated by his movements occasionally swept up the leaves and dust around him.
Moments later,
Jiang Ning suddenly stopped.
The dirt and sand beneath his feet flew about.
He clenched his fists again, feeling that his body was still in an extremely energetic state.
It was as if he had inhaled a large amount of stimulants, giving him a desire to wildly release this power.
