"I understand. Perhaps it really is an Ancient Martial Arts technique. If it were a genetic mutation or supernatural ability, it would only grant raw speed and strength. It could never make every punch and kick so refined, so thoroughly tempered. I can see that his stances have been painstakingly practiced for at least a decade, if not longer. Given his age, he must have started martial arts from early childhood. That actually fits his explanation..."
Both of them found it utterly incomprehensible. The so-called internal energy, the so-called qigong, had been dismissed as pseudoscience and quackery by the state as early as the previous century. Yet, who could have imagined that with the arrival of the apocalypse, this internal energy and these Ancient Martial Arts would actually appear... It was simply too unbelievable.
At that moment, Hao Qi had already finished off the last giant wolf leader, and he walked over covered in blood. Neither the commander nor the political commissar showed the slightest trace of disgust; they walked straight up to Hao Qi. The political commissar lagged a step behind as the commander took the lead. Seeing Hao Qi approach, the commander first snapped a military salute, then reached out a hand and said, "I am the commander here, Ma Weishan, and this is our political commissar, Li Zeming. Comrade Hao Qi, thank you for your hard work, and thank you. These giant wolves and bats will be enough for the lads to have several hearty meals. On behalf of t…
Chapter 117