Hearing this, Xing Piaopiao asked in confusion, "Young master, that's exactly the method I use!"
"I know, but you're afraid of hardship and exhaustion, and you take shortcuts in battle. That's why your saber skills are so poor."
"The most basic requirement for close-quarters combat is control over your strength."
"Your saber weighs over eight hundred jin. Add your own strength, and even a casual swing should deliver at least ten thousand jin of force."
"But when I watched you fight yesterday, your swings delivered at most around eight thousand jin."
"Even your all-out strike only delivered twenty thousand jin."
"As a cultivator in the title immortal venerable realm, your strongest strike only delivers twenty thousand jin of force. Aren't you embarrassed to admit that?"
At his words, Xing Piaopiao said guiltily, "My cultivation technique is a little unusual. It's normal for my strength to be a bit lower."
"Bullshit!"
"Even with an unusual cultivation technique, a cultivator in the title immortal venerable realm should deliver no less than eighty thousand jin of force with an all-out strike."
"The best among them can even reach five hundred thousand jin."
"Combined with divine power, laws, the might of magical treasures, and the power of their own cultivation techniques, cultivators in the title immortal venerable realm can uproot mountains and fill seas."
"But look at you now. You have the cultivation realm and nothing else. The strength you actually display can't even match a cultivator in the true person realm."
Chen Changsheng's scolding made Xing Piaopiao shrink her neck.
"Young master, everyone trains this way. What am I supposed to do?"
"Just because other people eat shit doesn't mean you have to eat shit too."
"From now on, you're not allowed to use divine power to cancel the momentum of your attacks