The moves that combined both hardness and softness had, in Zhou Ping'an's past view, reached the peak of perfection; they could no longer be altered even slightly.
However, with his current understanding, he realized that much of the force in his moves had been wasted.
When a move was made, the forces counteracted and eroded each other.
Out of full force, the part that actually caused damage was less than twenty percent.
'From a high vantage point, what I see, hear, and perceive naturally changes.
I can easily discern the true nature of things, including the nature of force.'
'Is this what entering the Microcosmic Boundary is like?'
If it weren't for the heavy presence of Shanhe Fist Intent weighing on his mind,
making him too nervous to relax, always keeping his mind taut,
Zhou Ping'an would have been moved to tears.
'He Sifang is a true comrade indeed. Coming from miles away just to give me such a grand gift…