Dongling City.
Jiang Ning once again saw the familiar majestic city walls; the sun was just starting to slant west.
At noon, the sunlight was still as scorching as fire.
Jiang Ning glanced at the refugees at the city gate, then his figure flickered, he swept through the air and entered the city quickly.
Monts later.
He landed in front of his house’s gate.
"Uncle?!" Seeing Jiang Ning appear in front of him in an instant, Jiang Yiming was slightly shocked.
"Where are you heading?" Jiang Ning glanced at Jiang Yiming who was neatly dressed and spotless.
At this mont, even Jiang Yiming’s hair was tidied ticulously.
Seeing Jiang Ning’s sudden appearance and his gaze, Jiang Yiming scratched the back of his head.
"Uncle, I’m going to et Lin Jiaxin!"
"Co back with and let’s check your martial arts progress first!" Jiang Ning said.
"Yes, Uncle!" Hearing Jiang Ning’s words, Jiang Yiming obediently followed Jiang Ning back to the yard.
...
Through the front yard.
"Young master!!" Seeing Jiang Ning walking towards, Lv Yi imdiately looked delighted.
Jiang Ning nodded: "Nothing major happened at ho these days, right?"
"No, young master!" Lv Yi replied, following behind Jiang Ning.
"You go ahead and get busy! I’ll check Yiming’s martial arts progress!" Jiang Ning said.
"Yes, young master!" Lv Yi answered and then left.
Monts later.
East courtyard.
"Yiming, punch with all your might!" Jiang Ning said.
"Yes, Uncle!" Jiang Yiming nodded seriously.
In the next mont.
His Qi-blood surged, muscles instantly tensed.
"Uncle, be careful!" Jiang Yiming spoke.
As his voice fell, he suddenly moved, his figure like a cannon shot towards Jiang Ning.
Roar——
With a tiger’s roar, Jiang Yiming thrust at Jiang Ning, his fingers like tiger claws, forceful and vigorous, tearing the wind with a shrill whistling.
Jiang Ning promptly reached out to block, then smoothly parried Jiang Yiming.
Afterwards.
Jiang Yiming fiercely clenched fist from claw and punched out.
He knew that with his strength, not to ntion exerting full power, even with twelve parts of strength, he couldn’t possibly harm his uncle.
Bam bam bam!!
Jiang Ning kept blocking, parrying, defending without attacking.
"Faster!"
"Stronger!"
"Don’t worry about any skills now, just be fierce, just be bold, just charge forward! This fighting style, nurtures montum most, nurtures spirit most."
Jiang Ning, while blocking, opened his mouth to guide.
In his view, Jiang Yiming presently need not consider techniques, nor real combat style.
He just needs to charge ahead, full of vigor and fierceness.
Practicing fists is practicing mind, fierceness in fist force straight ahead will also make the mind firr, martial arts montum like breaking bamboo.
As said, martial arts select people, people select martial arts.
Different personalities, different martial arts fit.
The practice of different martial arts, conversely, will also affect personality.
On the martial path, there’s no room for retreat.
Montum can nurture people; people can strengthen montum.
At Jiang Yiming’s age, this martial arts progress, what he needs most is this montum.
anwhile.
Jiang Yiming heard Jiang Ning’s words, his punches stronger, fiercer.
Fist punched out, friction with air produced a roaring sound.
Boom!
Boom!!
Boom!!!
Successive punches hit out, collided with Jiang Ning’s hands, producing booming sounds.
But just then, Jiang Ning’s body was as steady as a mountain, unmovable.
At the side.
Zhong Ling and Linglong watched in the courtyard.
"So great!" Looking at Jiang Ning easily dealing with Jiang Yiming’s attacks, Zhong Ling’s eyes sparkled, face showing amazent.
"Of course the master is great!" Linglong nodded matter-of-factly.
The two had just heard noises inside the house, ca outside, saw Jiang Ning testing Jiang Yiming’s strength, so they watched at the side.
Monts later.
With successive punches exerting full force mobilizing all strength, Jiang Yiming feeling his whole body’s fatigue starts to rise, face flushed, sweat drops like beads.
Boom!!
Again, a punch gathered with full force punched heavily, Jiang Ning raised his palm to catch with palm center.
The next mont.
Jiang Ning pushed along, Jiang Yiming was sent flying several ters by the force.
Ha——
Ha——
...
Jiang Yiming imdiately breathed heavily.
Rising chest like a windmill exchanging air.
"Single-arm strength should be about two thousand five hundred pounds now?" Jiang Ning asked.
"Two thousand six hundred thirty pounds!" Jiang Yiming suppressed the heavy breathing, spoke.
"Fine!" Jiang Ning nodded.
He only helped Jiang Yiming twice, afterwards no help at all.
On one hand, because at ho there are Old Turtle and Linglong, Jiang Yiming needn’t grow strong so quickly.
With a young mindset, sotis strong prowess surpassing surrounding people isn’t necessarily good.
Secondly, because his own strength was limited before, Jiang Yiming was only fifteen, progressing too fast would be like standing out in a forest.
Now it’s different.
He has long stepped into the realm of Invincible Grandmaster.
If he uses all trump cards, he feels he could fight with those veteran Great Grandmasters.
Looking at Jiang Yiming’s smile, he then said coldly: "But still not enough!"
"Uncle, I’ve been working hard, either practicing or reading every day!" Jiang Yiming whispered.
"Out of twelve hours a day, how many do you spend practicing?" Jiang Ning asked.
"About four hours practicing, two hours reading!" Jiang Yiming said softly.
"Do you know how many hours I practice daily?" Jiang Ning asked.
"Six or seven hours?" Jiang Yiming tentatively replied.
"This past year, I’ve practiced no less than eight hours a day!" Jiang Ning said.
Hearing this, Jiang Yiming looked at Jiang Ning, secretly clicked his tongue.
"Wait here for !" Jiang Ning said.
After speaking, he turned and left.
Jiang Yiming then watched Jiang Ning’s back disappearing into the house.
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