"What exactly happened that night? It feels like I suddenly became enlightened. Could it be that I'm truly a martial arts genius?"
In the courtyard.
Fang Zheng held his hands in a gentle embrace, resembling Tai Chi.
He slowly paced back and forth in a few feet of space, his movements slow and feeble, akin to the elderly exercising in the park in the morning.
In reality.
His five viscera and six bowels, along with his skin, flesh, muscles, and bones, trembled in an orderly fashion, and an invisible giant power flowed through his fingertips.
With a casual press, he could exert a force of thousands of pounds; a light step could leave a dent in the green brick if he willed it.
At this moment, he had astonishingly reached the realm where there's divinity within the fist.
Commonly known as,
Martial Dao Will!
In this modern society, throughout history, there have only been clear records of two people truly achieving this realm.
