Wang Meng followed the instructions and started practicing the moves one by one.
When he reached the last move, he vented his anger, striking the tree trunk with his fist.
"Crack."
The white birch tree trunk, as thick as a bowl, cracked from bottom to top, revealing a fissure in its bark.
"Brother Meng, watch my moves, and use them to counter He Yao's attacks tomorrow."
Su Qingluo watched Wang Meng demonstrate the moves from beginning to end and immediately came up with a countermeasure.
"Mmm, alright."
Wang Meng's eyes widened with excitement.
Su Qingluo rotated her right wrist, her slender and supple body gracefully light and agile, each move clearly distinguishable.
"Did you see it clearly?"
Upon finishing the last move, she looked into Wang Meng's eyes with a calm and steady gaze.
"I saw it clearly."
Wang Meng stared with wide eyes, not missing a single move.
Su Qingluo nodded in satisfaction, "Show me once."
"Alright."