Wu Changkong reappeared before Tang Wuyang, but his gaze fell on the Golden Scales gradually fading from Tang Wuyang's right arm, a thoughtful look appearing in his eyes.
At the same level, although he had not used his Martial Soul, he had just concentrated his suppressed Soul Power into a single point.
Even so, he had still failed to break through the defense of Tang Wuyang's joint, only making his arm bend slightly for an instant.
This layer of scales possessed sufficiently powerful defense against attacks from opponents of the same level.
Tang Wuyang had not even used the ability of that dragon claw yet. That should have been even stronger.
"Teacher, were those all basic techniques you used just now?" Xie Xie's eyes widened as he looked at Wu Changkong.
Wu Changkong nodded. "Do you still think basic techniques are useless?"
"Basic techniques are the foundation of everything."
"Martial Souls and Soul Skills can certainly make Soul Masters powerful, but how you use them is what determines just how powerful you can become."
"Basic techniques are the methods of applying them. The same applies to Battle Armor and ordinary Mecha."
"Therefore, starting today, basic practical combat technique training will be one of your major subjects for a long time to come."
Tang Wuyang had a rather miserable time afterward.
As one of the two students who had not been injured, and with relatively good physical fitness, he naturally became Wu Changkong's teaching example.
Wu Changkong continuously used actual combat to explain practical fighting techniques and points of attention to the other students.
Tang Wuyang, meanwhile, was knocked to the ground again and again, enduring strike after strike from the Teaching Cane.
He always felt that Teacher Wu was taking revenge on the two of them for being late yesterday,