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A silent night passed.
At 4 AM the next morning, a thin layer of dense fog hovered over the lake's surface. The sun had not yet risen, and the entire island in the middle of the lake was still asleep. Apart from the occasional sound of the wind and splashes of fish leaping out of the water, the world was utterly silent...
After a night's rest, Mengdie was completely refreshed. As the world still slumbered, she had already gotten up and neatly folded her bedding. After fixing her hairpin, she took her pair of boxing gloves and stepped out of the cabin.
"Breath in... and out..."
She closed her eyes, taking long breaths, feeling the humidity in the air. With a slight smile, Mengdie put on her gloves, took out a piece of magic guiding fragment, and gently hopped a couple of times, then lifted her right leg against a mast, stretching her legs into a straight line.
Flexibility has always been fundamental for a martial artist. Continuous training is the way for a martial artist to maintain their peak condition. Mengdie firmly believed that there are no geniuses in this world, only differences in effort. The strongest fists are always built upon the most basic, mundane, and tedious practice. To regain her power, practice became an indispensable part of her daily routine.
After thirty minutes of flexibility training, sweat beads formed under her hair. Mengdie wiped the slight sweat off her face and took a deep breath. She joined her hands together, bowed gently towards the lake, and when she straightened up, her hands had formed into fists. A beautiful and delicate girl, under the gentle breeze of the lake, unfolded a graceful "dance."
The fists were thrown with the power of the spirit. Mengdie's punches and kicks were not particularly fast, but each movement was exceptionally stable, without any slackness. With each sway of her body, her black hair fluttered in the wind. Behind this beautiful sight might hide a lethal punch. Her movements slowed, becoming more difficult. But at the slowest moment, her body, like a tightly pressed spring suddenly released, delivered punches and kicks too fast for the naked eye to see. Her palms opened naturally, moving back and forth like waves, seemingly soft but always striking unexpectedly.
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The mist in the air began to change with the girl's martial movements. The thin vapor spun and slowly gathered towards the central figure of the girl, who had closed her eyes, letting her instinctual thoughts guide her attacks. She seemed not to be practicing, but rather enjoying the essence of "martial arts." The mist had already enveloped her, forming a circle around her, unnoticed.
Gradually, as the girl's dance intensified and her sweat became more pronounced, the thick mist began to obscure her figure. From afar, it looked like a small cluster of dense fog at the bow of the boat, concealing what was within.
"Creak."
About an hour later, the cabin door facing the bow opened with a light sound. Coincidentally or not, Mengdie's practice also came to an end. She spun around like a top, using centrifugal force to launch a powerful palm strike. The gathered mist seemed to be compressed and then burst outward. Edward, who had just opened the cabin door, was met head-on by this dispersing mist, momentarily taking his breath away.
Mengdie, unaware of the situation, still had her eyes closed, savoring the pleasure brought by her "martial arts." Hearing Edward's exclamation from the cabin door, she smiled slightly, then suddenly crouched down and rushed towards Edward with clenched fists!
Holding his great sword, Edward, who had just woken up, clearly didn't expect what was happening. Seeing the girl hurtling towards him, his first thought wasn't that she wanted a morning embrace! As expected, after closing the distance to five steps, Mengdie suddenly leaped up, spinning three times in mid-air, and aimed a heel kick at Edward's head!
The power in this kick, evident even in the way it split the mist, was serious, forcing Edward to hurriedly raise his sword to block. The impact was so strong it bent the sword!
"Huh... Ha—!!!"
Edward, gripping the sword with both hands, swung it forcefully! Mengdie flew back ten meters, flipping twice in the air before landing safely. Only then did she slightly open her eyes, one hand behind her back, the other extended towards Edward, beckoning with a smile.
"Come on, give it your all."
Edward stared at Mengdie, pondering for a moment. Perhaps Mengdie's kick had already said everything, or perhaps he really wanted to identify his current problems through combat. Without any hesitation, he nodded slightly, lifted his restored great sword, and adopted a combat stance, focusing on Mengdie in front of him.
The fog was still thick. The two of them stood at the bow, staring at each other, motionless. Suddenly, a small, unnamed fish leaped out of the lake. As it splashed back into the water with a "plop," their bodies instantly shifted from utter stillness to rapid motion. In half a second, Mengdie's fist had already hit Edward's chest, and his sword hilt had struck Mengdie's abdomen...
"Bang—!!!"
The mist scattered in all directions.
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