Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Several days had passed, and the turmoil from the Blue Scale Assembly had gradually subsided.

The Gaolin Merchant Guild, however, was proceeding with great vigor.

Before anyone realized it, the year's end was approaching.

Chen family's small courtyard.

Chen Qing stood in the courtyard practicing through-arm boxing. His movements flowed like clouds and water, with shoulders, elbows, wrists, and finger joints all connected in sequence. Every joint seemed to transform into a soft channel for transmitting force, without the slightest stiffness or obstruction.

His arms maintained a strange "softness," as if they were not flesh and bone but leather whips filled with mercury.

At the beginning of exerting force, his movements even appeared somewhat "sluggish," but when his arm reached its highest point and was about to fall and explode, the rigid strength hidden beneath extreme softness suddenly erupted.

"Crack!"

A crisp explosive sound, like a whip tip cracking through the air.