"More offense than defense."
"Though you abandoned all defense and achieved unparalleled offensive power, if you encountered a Soul Master like me with powerful perception and reactions, you would instantly fall into a disadvantage."
"Haha, Thunder Douluo is right. But Yang has spent his entire life studying the path of attack. If I were to study defense as well, that would be putting the cart before the horse."
Yang Wudi nodded in agreement, yet he still did not accept Zhao Xuan's viewpoint. Gripping his spear with both hands, he smashed it fiercely down at Zhao Xuan.
Yang Wudi's heavy blow completely missed as Zhao Xuan slightly twisted his body. The strike slammed into the ground, gouging a deep trench and leaving another wound upon the earth.
Yang Wudi frowned slightly, a trace of helplessness appearing on his face. Just as Zhao Xuan had said, if he encountered a Soul Master with such excellent perception and reactions, he would find it difficult to harm him unless his attacks became even swifter.
Unfortunately, all his efforts had gone into "piercing," leaving him with far less control over speed.
If he could attack like fire and move like wind, then his path would truly be invincible.
Zhao Xuan kept dodging, gradually stirring irritation within Yang Wudi. It was like gathering all your strength only to punch a wad of cotton—having power but nowhere to use it.
"Please, Thunder Douluo, teach me the momentum of attack!"
Yang Wudi suddenly said in a deep voice.
Zhao Xuan paused slightly, then smiled and nodded. "All right."
The dazzling spear came streaking from afar like a meteor. Zhao Xuan neither dodged nor evaded, standing where he was with a smile on his face.
Yang Wudi frowned, unable to tell what Zhao Xuan was planning. Yet according to