In the following days, Jiang Ye was cultivating in the advanced class.
The Martial Arts Teacher of Class 1 was a man with a stubbly beard that Jiang Ye had seen before, named Cao Feng.
However, in Jiang Ye's view, the teaching quality of the advanced class was no different from that of Chen Zilu.
In some details, it was even inferior to Chen Zilu.
Moreover.
Without the 30% perception boost from the Ancestor's Friend, Jiang Ye's breakthrough to perfection was delayed quite a few days longer than he had expected.
In the blink of an eye, it was already January 2326.
This day.
At home.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Jiang Ye's figure swayed, sometimes punching, sometimes elbowing, each move was as smooth as flowing water, without any sense of stagnation.
With each exertion, every inch of muscle in his body resonated like finely-tuned gears, forming a perfect closed loop of power.
Gradually.
Every force he exerted became more and more perfect.
Without the slightest leakage.
"Ding!"
