Ying Huaixu really did train He Xiuyuan as though he were his own son.
"Too many of your movements are unnecessary. Cut out all that flashy nonsense when you fight. Your enemy isn't watching you perform. He's only thinking about how to slit your throat as quickly as possible!"
"Why the fuck do you pause every time you use a skill? Is there a cooldown?"
"Seriously, is your footwork just for decoration? You need to combine your footwork with your swordplay!"
"What the hell is wrong with you? Can you only pull off one combo? Do you understand what a rotation is?"
Ying Huaixu beat He Xiuyuan's face into a swollen mess with the ice stick in his hand.
At first, He Xiuyuan had thought he was good enough and came to spar with Ying Huaixu.
Then He Xiuyuan discovered that, before Ying Huaixu, he was still no different from an ant.
But under Ying Huaixu's guidance, He Xiuyuan really did improve by leaps and bounds.
And through Ying Huaixu's training, He Xiuyuan felt that his foundations had become very solid, too.
In the end, He Xiuyuan went from simply taking a beating to actually exchanging a few blows with Ying Huaixu.
He also grasped a principle from Ying Huaixu's so-called skill rotation.
Until the enemy was dead, he should never stop attacking.
Ideally, he should never give the enemy any chance to catch their breath.
He Xiuyuan's improvement was tremendous. He had even been introduced to an entirely different combat style and system.
Qiu Shiyi, who had been watching the whole time, was dumbfounded as well.
Because he also had the flaws Ying Huaixu was berating.
Qiu Shiyi even ran through a simulation in his mind.
If Ying Huaixu were his enemy and they were at the same cultivation