Wuh Ping stood up, flexed his wrists, and bent his knees slightly, settling into a Chamber Pressure Stake.
The Chamber Pressure Stake is a basic Pile Skill in Martial Arts.
He had practiced it for over ten years, and it was now ingrained in his very bones.
The stance involved sinking his waist and sitting into his horse stance like a cannon barrel being secured. In an instant, the Qi Blood All Over the Body pressurized and condensed in his Dantian.
His Pile Skill had already reached the level of Great Success!
Zhu Ju remained unmoved by this display.
He had long known Wuh Ping had a decent Talent for Martial Arts. The boy was also a diligent cultivator, so it was only natural for him to have brought his Basic Techniques to the level of Great Success. In the end, though, they were just Basic Techniques; no matter how well practiced, their usefulness was limited.
"Dad."
Wuh Ping took a deep breath, his gaze focused.
"Be careful!"
PENG!
The air cracked.
