Indeed, there was sound reason to call the Breathing Technique a Title Douluo-level art.
Just as Ou Ya had experienced firsthand, practicing the Breathing Technique sent his combat strength soaring, as though he had been reborn.
Zhu Yanfeng's Stone Breathing had held its own against the Soul Skills of He Tiancheng, the Black Feather Crane, and ultimately secured victory. That was the best proof of the Breathing Technique's power.
Thus, in battles at the Soul Douluo level, the Breathing Technique could undoubtedly provide tremendous assistance. Calling it a Title Douluo-level art was no exaggeration.
Unfortunately, however, when it came to battles between Title Douluos, the members of the Chen Clan placed greater trust in the swords in their hands.
Although the Breathing Technique still had a place in their battles, they mostly used it occasionally as an ordinary move. It had yet to reach sufficient heights.
After bidding Ou Ya farewell, Chen Xiaojun stroked his chin and fell into thought. Perhaps I could discuss this with Xiao Yi.
Her understanding of the Radiant Clouds Breathing Technique has reached the realm of perfection. Perhaps she could offer some unique insight into this feeling that there is still more to it.
But what did that glance Xiao Yi gave me earlier mean? Why did it feel so chilly, yet seem to conceal a hint of amusement? It really was baffling.
Ah, a woman's thoughts truly are as deep as the sea, impossible to fathom!
I don't understand her. She doesn't seem to think like those pampered modern girls in my previous life.
Forget it. I'll ask her first and see.
He stepped into the elegant courtyard residence called the Moonshadow Residence, a name Chen Xiaojun had chosen when he deeply missed Xiao Yi.
For the clearest image in his memory was