In the training room, time seemed to stretch and distort.
Two identical figures intertwined at high speed within a confined field, colliding.
The dull explosive sound of fists hitting flesh resembled dense war drums, and the sharp whistling as legs swept through the air was like ghostly wails.
Every attack aimed at the opponent's most vulnerable joints and energy flow nodes, and every defense blocked or deflected with the minimum range and precise force.
Jeming's right arm contorted at a strange angle to block the residual image's hand strike aimed at his temple, while his left knee thrust like a venomous dragon towards the opponent's abdomen.
The residual image seemed to anticipate this, bending its waist like willow leaves, evading the knee strike, whilst a kick swiftly arced like a scorpion tail towards Jeming's chin.
Bam!
Jeming leaned back, narrowly dodging, the foot's wind brushing past his skin, leaving a burning pain.
