"Among all techniques under heaven, only speed is invincible!"
Mo Hua silently committed the words to memory.
"Then Grandpa Kui, what technique should I learn next?" Mo Hua asked Old Kui again.
He couldn't spend his entire life using only the Fireball Technique...
"Anything."
Old Kui's answer was equally casual.
"So as long as I understand the principles behind techniques, it doesn't matter what I learn..."
That was the only way Mo Hua could interpret it.
Old Kui reverted to being the dull, taciturn Old Kui, and Mo Hua did not feel it was right to ask further. He could only go practice the Fireball Technique.
After that, whenever Mo Hua had free time, he would practice the Fireball Technique.
He remembered Old Kui's words: the more accurate, the better; the faster, the better!
He now had Flowing Water Step to preserve his life and the Fireball Technique to attack with. He could barely be considered well-equipped in both offense and defense, with some ability to protect himself.
As for other techniques, Mo Hua was no longer in a hurry. At least, there was no need to rush for now; even if he learned them, he might not have the chance to use them.
Mo Hua turned his attention back to array formations.
Mo Hua was at the fifth level of Qi Refining and could now draw eight array patterns, but he estimated that before reaching the sixth level of Qi Refining, he would be unable to draw nine.
Just as Mr. Zhuang had said, Divine Consciousness had its limits.
Every night, Mo Hua still practiced array formations on the Dao Stele to strengthen his Divine Consciousness. Yet he could clearly feel that its growth had become minuscule, as though he had gradually reached a bottleneck and his Sea of