On the morning of the next day, before the sky fully brightened, the thin mist of Silver Gray Star still lingered around the wooden huts in the Barbarian's camp, and the cool wind carried the scent of pine from the rain over the frost-covered grass leaves.
Mu Ya pushed open the wooden door of the hut, and the chilly air surged into his lungs. He instinctively moved his shoulder, causing a slight crackle in his bones.
Immediately after, a set of vigorous and powerful fist techniques slowly unfolded—this was the "Ice Field Battle Fist" passed down for hundreds of years in the Winter Tribe, with each move carrying the ferocity of battling the Ice Giant Beast.
Even though he had practiced it thousands of times, he still trained unfalteringly every day, to engrave each movement into his bones, making it a bodily instinct.
Between his fists and feet dancing, abundant qi and blood slowly spread from his body, like an invisible heat wave dispelling the chill of the morning.
