There was nothing wrong with Old Ancestor Kunpeng's nitpicking.
For Xu Tong, it was just perfect!
In a debate class, what could prove the debate's success better than defeating a particularly powerful argument?
"Indeed, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng's Soaring Wind technique is extremely fast. Across all the world, probably only the Golden Crows' supreme speed back then could rival it!"
Xu Tong first heaped praise on his opponent.
That would make defeating him later all the more satisfying!
"But why do I remember that back then, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you had to leap from the sea and beat the water several times before you could take flight? Have you never revised this innate technique of yours?"
"Well..."
After that exchange,
Old Ancestor Kunpeng was instantly struck speechless.
What could he say?
Of course he had improved it!
Innately born gods and demons like them came into existence with laws already at their command, and their bodies nurtured several innate racial divine abilities.
But those were only the initial versions, after all.
As their strength grew, what mighty cultivator with innate divine abilities had not revised his own innate techniques?
Yet he could not refute it.
After all, they had indeed modified their techniques. In a certain sense, those techniques now bore traces of acquired development!
"Back then, for convenience and for magical combat, we all either let our techniques develop freely or revised them into more powerful spells and divine abilities! Naturally, mortals do the same!"
"What does that tell us?"
"Only competition can produce better innovations!"
Xu Tong was not the one who delivered that conclusion. It was a burly, tiger-headed man.
The man stood ninety feet tall, his upper body bare and his head that of a tiger, while his lower body had the build of a monstrously muscular