After lunch, since almost everyone had classes that afternoon, the members of the Xinghai Research Group went their separate ways.
Campus life held few surprises, and the afternoon classes soon passed. After the last class, Xia Xu headed straight to the archery range with Grant.
These past few days, he had been having Grant coach him in shooting. Likewise, Grant, who had just received the Werewolf Enhancement Serum, had been asking him to help him get used to his rapidly strengthening physique and train his close-combat skills.
Unfortunately, neither of them seemed to be much of a teacher.
"Fight! Fight! You're a human, not a wolf! You don't even have claws, so what are you lunging around for? Can't you overcome those damned instincts of yours?"
"Remember the moves and patterns, watch your opponent's attacks, and think through the right response and the right moment to strike. Is that so hard? Use your brain when you fight. Think through the gains and losses first instead of relying entirely on instinct."
"Why do you keep backing away? Stop trying to create distance all the time. Once someone good at close combat gets in close, they won't give you another chance to pull away."
"At a time like this, you can't think of yourself as a ranged shooter. The more you want to retreat, the more you tie yourself down, and you lose your nerve, too."
A combat lesson that sent both their blood pressures soaring ended with Xia Xu delivering a one-sided beating.
Grant's physical capabilities were certainly nothing to scoff at, and his combat talent was even rated two stars, higher than Xia Xu's. Unfortunately, his shooting talent had influenced him far too deeply, and his habits as a gunman had become instinctive.
Whenever he faced close combat, his first