When Nangong Yan, Shark's Kiss, and the others entered, Shen Lang was standing ramrod straight, his right hand clenched into a fist and slowly pushing forward.
The movement was peculiar and incredibly slow.
It was as if he were moving in slow motion, or as if he were pushing through incredibly dense water, meeting with immense resistance.
Moreover, there wasn't the slightest fluctuation of Spiritual Power.
The force propelling the fist came entirely from his Physical Strength.
'Power originates from the root, rises through the spine, is channeled through the shoulder, and reaches the palm...'
Shen Lang wasn't even consciously trying to control the force; he was simply visualizing its convergence and path in his mind.
As he pushed his fist forward, a warm current immediately surged within his body.
