That made sense. Ever since entering the Immortal Sect, these youths had remained there training bitterly, rarely coming into contact with life-and-death battles. Naturally, they had no idea what such battles looked like. In their imagination, wasn't a Cultivator's battle simply casting spells and easily defeating the enemy? Besides, the Art Methods they had learned were extremely limited. The fact that they had not charged forward with shields raised to brawl was already quite befitting of Immortals.
If they wanted to learn how to fight, they would probably have to wait until the Foundation Establishment Realm, after learning more Art Methods.
Then, once they were transferred out of the Immortal Sect to carry out missions, they would naturally understand how to use the spells in their hands to kill enemies as quickly as possible after experiencing a few more life-and-death battles.
Of course, that was assuming they survived.
As for expecting their master to teach them...
Su Hao glanced at Fairy Feng Ling, who was shouting and cheering at the front, and thought, First, Master has to know how!
When it came to the art of combat, any third-rate expert dragged out from the mortal world could leave these Qi-Induction Realm Cultivators in the dust. But after Cultivators cultivated spiritual power and learned Art Methods, they and mortal experts were no longer people of the same dimension.
What did it matter how skilled mortal Martial Artists were? If they could not break through a Cultivator's shield, then no matter how good their technique was, it was all for nothing.
Just like how formidable the Hulk on television might be—one remote control was enough to make him disappear from before my eyes! Walking down the street, I could even say openly: the Hulk wasn't worth a pinch of one of my