Indeed, there was a reason to praise breathing techniques as Title Level skills.
Just as Ou Ya had personally experienced, after cultivating a breathing technique, one's combat power soared, as though one had been reborn.
Zhu Yanfeng's Stone Breathing Technique had been able to contend with the Black Feather Crane He Tiancheng's soul skills and ultimately win. That was the best proof of the power of breathing techniques.
Therefore, in battles at the Soul Douluo level, breathing techniques could undoubtedly provide enormous assistance. Calling them Title Level was not an exaggeration.
Unfortunately, however, on the stage of the Title Battle, members of the Chen Clan trusted more in the swords in their hands.
Breathing techniques, though they still held a place in their battles, were more often used only occasionally as conventional moves. Their level simply was not high enough.
After bidding farewell to Ou Ya, Chen Xiaojun stroked his chin and sank into thought. "Perhaps I can discuss it with Xiao Yi."
"Her comprehension of the Mist Breathing Technique has already reached the Mastered State. Perhaps I can gain some unique insight from her about that feeling of 'still not having had enough.'"
"Only, what exactly did that glance Xiao Yi cast at me just now mean? Why did it feel chilly, yet seem to hide a hint of a smile? It really is baffling."
"Alas, a woman's thoughts are truly as deep as the sea, impossible to fathom!"
"I don't get it. Her thoughts don't seem like those modern Delicate Girls from my previous life."
"Forget it. I'll go ask first and see."
He stepped into the elegant courtyard named Moon Shadow Residence, a name Chen Xiaojun had given it back when he had deeply missed Xiao Yi.
Because in his memories, what had been clearest was