His aptitude was already remarkably high, and with his solid foundation, he had a profound understanding of basic fist techniques. Now, as he closed his eyes in deep thought, it was clear he was rapidly absorbing the true essence of the Cyan Mountain Fist. His progress was not the least bit slow.
Yang Jing mentally reviewed the technique for a moment. Having reached a certain level of understanding, he immediately opened his eyes. With a slight sway, he stood up and began to practice the Cyan Mountain Fist right where he was.
His movements were a bit clumsy at first, but as he progressed through the stances, they gradually grew more fluid.
He deliberately imitated Ouyang Jingxuan's steadiness with every punch. As his arms swung, they gradually took on a weighty feel. His footwork was stable, and his breathing synchronized perfectly with his movements. Though he couldn't match Ouyang Jingxuan's state of effortless mastery, there was a striking resemblance in spirit.
