The group dispersed, leaving only Xiao Tianyang and Ma Hongjun in the clearing.
The former was somewhat nervous, which was only natural.
The latter did not deliberately release his aura, but that smiling expression alone exerted immense pressure.
"Ma Hongjun, I'll ask you one thing. As a mid-to-long-range Assault System Battle Soul Master, what do you think is most important when attacking?"
Before making a move, Xiao Tianyang deliberately asked the question.
Putting everything else aside, Ma Hongjun truly was a genius. After all, he was a man destined to become a god in the future.
So when faced with Xiao Tianyang's question, Ma Hongjun could not help but compose himself. After thinking for a moment, he answered seriously, "It should be power..."
Xiao Tianyang shook his head. "No. Tell me, if your attack doesn't hit the enemy, what use is having a powerful move?"
"So you're going to train my accuracy?"
Ma Hongjun's eyes lit up.
Never mind anything else—at least this kind of training would not require him to take a beating, right?
But Xiao Tianyang quickly crushed that fantasy.
"No, that's only one part of it. I was merely explaining why your answer was wrong."
A trace of a smile appeared on Xiao Tianyang's face. "What I'm going to train is your close-quarters combat. As for accuracy training, you can ask Little San. He has far more experience than I do."
Ma Hongjun swallowed and asked weakly, "Can I refuse?"
"You have three minutes of attack time. I allow you to summon your Martial Soul and use Soul Skills."
Xiao Tianyang did not answer him directly, merely stating the rules.
The moment his words fell, Ma Hongjun knew he could not escape this ordeal. Gritting his teeth, two soul rings rose from beneath his feet in succession.