Buddhist Palm Kung Fu Instant

Mei Lin moved. She stepped forward, her hips turning over in a fluid spiral, driving power from the floor, up her spine, and out through her palm. She struck the heavy wooden dummy.

The motion was slow, then instant. Her hips snapped. Her shoulder dropped. Her palm flew forward—not like a hammer, but like a door shutting against a hurricane. buddhist palm kung fu

A dull, lifeless sound. The dummy rocked back, creaking on its hinges. The Master shook his head slowly. Mei Lin moved