Qingshi County, in the western corner, a Martial Arts Arena covering a hundred acres, currently exudes subtle Primordial Qi fluctuations.
The ground, compacted with yellow earth, bears footprints of varying depths, dust swirling wildly along with the agile and robust figure.
Wang Qi is shirtless, every inch of muscle tied in knots, pulsating with the display of his punches, seemingly harboring the force to shatter mountains and split stones.
His punches are extremely heavy, the punch line emits a low "woo woo" roar as it cuts through the air, while the ground shakes and cracks slightly when he lands, leaving shallow dents.
"Ha!"
A loud shout rolls out from his throat, the punch suddenly accelerates, directly aimed at the void ahead, with the force sweeping, severing an iron post several feet away.
About ten feet behind him, Zhou stands with hands behind his back in a blue-gray robe, completely motionless, as if isolated from the surrounding strong winds.
