In the scorching heat, a man stood covered in sweat from head to toe under the shade of a small grove, swinging the several meters long Glaive up and down, left and then right, in arcs that kept changing directions every single time.
"Seven thousand and twenty-four, Seven thousand and twenty-five, Seven..." he counted every single swing in a monotone, almost robotically.
He was only wearing tight shorts so as not to hinder his movements, flexing the almost stupendous muscles that covered his every inch every time the glaive swung down. Gusts of air blew the dry dust away like a fan, even leaving slight indentations in the ground beneath.
This was, of course, Hao Xuan.
With nothing else to do due to the Chaos Ki running amock he could only do two things. One, practice martial arts or two, focus on understanding the Chaos energy.
And with Baracus's help, he had come up with a way to do both at the same time.