Zhao Ritian began taking the Cultivation Techniques apart and reassembling them, then started practicing them in his own way.
Old Scoundrel was stunned at the sight.
Holy crap!?
This kid!?
He... took apart all the Cultivation Techniques I taught him and put them back together?
Don't tell me... after he did that, it actually seems incredibly logical! Wait, no! It should obviously be contradictory—how did it become so harmonious!?
Damn!? You can do it like this!?
No, wait... what even is this!?
Based on my Brain Cripple Foot... he expanded it, altered it, innovated it, enriched it... no, he practically created an entirely new kicking technique!
A brand-new martial art that emerged from Brain Cripple Foot!
After Zhao Ritian completed the set of kicks, he stopped where he was, rolling his eyes as he thought.
Old Scoundrel did not interrupt him. He merely craned his neck and watched.
After a long while, Zhao Ritian turned around. "You're way too shady. You gave me a half-finished product to practice and even tried to harm me!?"
Old Scoundrel shook his head, no longer knowing how to explain it to him.
He had always believed himself to be a one-in-ten-thousand martial arts genius, but this idiot... his comprehension was terrifyingly high. Terrifying!
"Ah!"
Zhao Ritian suddenly had an epiphany all by himself. "I understand! Senior, you were deliberately testing me, seeing whether I could integrate everything on my own and find the key, right?"
"Uh... that was the idea!"
"You already knew that this kicking technique had over a hundred variations, two completely different sets of moves, and could display seven distinct combat systems when paired with true qi. You also knew that the Gate of Life and the Gate of Death had a special relationship where they complemented and echoed each other,