After several seconds of concentration and calming, Fang Cheng began practicing.
This time, his movements were much slower than before, yet more composed.
Each move and gesture had a clear and distinct trajectory.
With each twist and hip thrust, arm swing and palm chop, he precisely controlled the force rising from his feet, transmitted through his waist and back, finally concentrating at the edge of his palm.
The incoming waves were his imagined target.
Whoosh—
A hand blade chopped down, the force generated by the edge of his palm even carved a fleeting ripple on the water's surface.
He constantly changed angles and postures—horizontal chop, vertical chop, diagonal cut...
Integrating the theories learned from the disc into his body's instincts.
Time passed quietly amidst focused practice.
The sound of the tides grew louder, the waves rising higher one after another.
The time of high tide had come.
