"Hello, Comrade Zhou. I am Su Ye."
Su Ye reined in his thoughts, reached out, and shook hands firmly with the man.
Zhou Daqiang's palms were rough, covered in calluses, and his grip strength was astonishing yet measured with absolute precision.
"Comrade Su Ye, because time is limited, I cannot personally teach you too much."
Zhou Daqiang let go of his hand and went straight to the point. "But I can give you some advice."
Su Ye immediately straightened his posture and listened intently.
"Once your Training Room records my information, when facing my projection's attacks, you don't need to attack at first."
The smile on Zhou Daqiang's face faded, and his tone turned solemn and professional. "The first thing you need to do is learn to defend."
"Defend?"
"Right, to put it bluntly, you need to learn how to take a beating."
Zhou Daqiang pointed at his own chest and head. "Feel where it hurts the most when you get hit, and where getting hit is most fatal to you."
"The human body has instincts. Only when your body remembers that kind of fatal pain will you form muscle memory when you are truly fighting for your life, subconsciously protecting those vital points."
Su Ye nodded thoughtfully.
"At the same time, while taking a beating, you also need to observe how my projection attacks."
Zhou Daqiang continued, "Look at my force-exertion techniques, watch my footwork, feel my attack rhythm, and find what flaws are actually exposed during my attack process."
"Remember, there is no such thing as a perfect attack. Any move will be accompanied by a void in defense."
"When you can defend flawlessly against my attacks, and even effortlessly catch my flaws, you can start learning how to attack."
"Additionally, in the Training Room, as long as