The lingering glow of the setting sun dyed the small courtyard a warm, golden hue.
Chu Fan's figure darted about the courtyard, the wind from his fists whistling sharply.
He had already been practicing his fist techniques here for two hours.
His arms ached, as if filled with lead.
Every punch he threw seemed to sap all his strength.
Yet the knuckles of his clenched fists were still a pale, bluish-white from the strain.
[Skill: Twelve Forms Fist (Great Success) Progress: (796/800) (Trait: None)]
Just a little more!
Just one last bit!
One final run-through of the Twelve Forms Fist, and he would break through to Perfection!
Tiger Pounce, Bear Strike, Horse Kick, Eagle Strike, Snake Coil...
He cycled through the moves of the Twelve Forms Fist, the forms shifting and repeating endlessly...
He strived for perfection with every set, pouring his entire focus into each movement.
As he neared the final form—
