Entering the Calming Fist Plane

Trying eight more times, Zhao Luo raised his fist and punched the water surface the ninth time.

After punching it Zhao Luo stood up, with his back straight and his eyes focused on the water, he looked forward to seeing the results.

His gaze followed something.

The ripple.

He watched it patiently as it completed a loop but it didn't stop there.

The ripple was dying down but it still completed half of the cycle.

"Hmph."

Zhao Luo snickered at the ripple as though it was his enemy.

"My biggest enemy."

Zhao Luo groaned at it and proceeded to throw another punch at the water surface.

Following the teaching of the founder, he used all his force, and then right before the contact, 'woosh', the strength diminished and Zhao Luo's fist touched the water.

'REEEEE.'

A screeching sound covered the pool stage.

"What?"