Intent

After glancing at the target board three meters away, Lin Chen gauged the force, then sent it out through his inner strength. The steel needle instantly struck the board within three meters.

"Change directions. You must ensure that shots at the same distance anywhere within a circle centered on you are equally precise, and the force must be controlled to the same level."

Tang Cheng reminded him.

Lin Chen nodded and continued practicing.

Tang Cheng, meanwhile, walked into another small room and watched from behind the glass.

Just like that, half an hour passed without them realizing it.

After throwing a batch of steel needles, Lin Chen gathered them up again and continued throwing.

Through the Tang Sect qigong, Lin Chen could clearly feel a sense of touch rapidly taking shape whenever he threw hidden weapons. It vaguely felt as though an extra patch of muscle had suddenly appeared around his wrists, allowing him to naturally exert precisely this much force.

"Is this the mystery of the Tang Sect's Qi Control Artifacts? By rapidly developing the hand muscles, then forming muscle memory for targeted shots, it achieves control over distance and force?"

Lin Chen was clearly astonished.

It turned out that things which seemed miraculous became quite practical once broken down. The Tang Sect's Qi Control Artifacts relied on the effect of Mind's Eye combined with inner strength. Mind's Eye relied on direction and distance to locate targets. The principle behind changing direction was somewhat more mysterious.

"That's about enough. I'll remove the three-meter targets, and you can start shooting at four meters. Just remember that feeling. The main thing is comprehension. As long as you truly understand the mystery within it, the remaining fine precision will become self-evident. You can make minor adjustments yourself, but even those adjustments require