Under the moonlight.
In the center of the small courtyard.
The exhilaration of breaking through to the Manifested Strength realm flowed through him like a warm current.
Yang Jing felt as if he had an endless supply of energy. The joy of stepping into a whole new realm was so overwhelming he couldn't stop moving. 'This must be the most wonderful feeling in the world.'
He focused his mind and continued to practice the Mountain-Shattering Fist, over and over.
Under the moonlight, his silhouette moved like a tireless top. His fists were at times as ferocious as a thunderclap, and at others, as solid as a mountain.
Manifested Strength projected from his body, creating faint white trails as it cut through the air. Each punch left a shallow crater in the snow-covered ground.
He reveled in the feeling of surging power. His movements grew increasingly fluid, and his control over Manifested Strength became more adept without him even realizing it.
