Ling Tian had shot an arrow clean through a boulder several yards across. With Poqiong's reminder, he spotted the problem: the arrow's entry hole was only a finger's width, while its exit hole was two fingers wide. That meant the Spiritual Energy Arrow's energy had dispersed and dissipated after it was fired.
Though he knew this was a flaw, Ling Tian still stubbornly insisted it wasn't a big deal.
"Tsk. Still not convinced, are you?" Poqiong seemed to know Ling Tian would react this way. After a pause, he continued, "Look closely. The stone around your exit hole is cracked, with fine lines running through it. The damage around the hole is even worse—it's crumbled away in a huge chunk. If the old master were here, the arrow he shot would leave a perfectly round hole, without a single crack."
"Perfectly round? Good heavens, how condensed would that Spiritual Energy Arrow have to be?" Ling Tian mused. He quickly realized what made the technique special. "That way, none of the arrow's energy disperses, and its power would increase by about half?"
"No. It would increase by at least ten percent." Poqiong was quite pleased to see Ling Tian catch on. "Don't underestimate ten percent. In a battle between experts, the slightest difference can mean a world of difference."
"Mm, I understand." Ling Tian nodded, then quickly shook his head. "But this is a technique I can't master right now, and the old senior is gone. He can't demonstrate it for me. Otherwise, I'd surely learn a lot from watching."
"Who says you won't get to see it? Heh." Seeing Ling Tian's eyes light up, Poqiong was thoroughly pleased with himself. "You guessed right. I know how. I followed the old master for tens of thousands of years. I couldn't learn