The “Martial Scripture” stated this, “Inches matter when it comes to fist art, and there exists heaven and earth within the inches.”12

To put it in simpler terms, it was saying that the essence of fist art lay in mastering the inches. For a practitioner of the fist arts, a couple inches could mean the difference between victory and defeat, life and death. Hence, there existed a world of difference between those who mastered them, and those who did not.1

When it came to fist arts, Ye Qing had never studied under a reputable master. Gu Suitang had corrected some of his mistakes and saved him some pain, but he more or less had to figure it out all by himself. As a result, his fists were less profound than they could have been, but also more compatible with nature and free. Incomplete it might be, his fists were slowly beginning to grasp the inches and return to its primal state.2

Throughout his training, Ye Qing had not employed a sliver of astral qi. It was all strength and body, fist force and fist intent alone.0

Clop clop clop!0

It was at this moment Ye Qing heard a uniform chorus of footsteps from the depths of the black windstorm. Specifically,...1