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Whoosh!

Smack!

The first steel needle Lin Chen threw curved a full one hundred and eighty degrees before striking the target board three meters away with perfect accuracy—right in the bullseye.

Tang Cheng's eyes widened in disbelief, but he still kept his composure. One time could have been an accident, just luck. He had to stay calm.

But then came four meters, five meters, all the way up to ten meters. Nearly every needle struck the bullseye, and Tang Cheng could no longer remain calm.

"Little Lin, you hit every one of them. How did you do that?"

Tang Cheng asked excitedly.

"My master taught me."

Lin Chen gave a wry smile.

"A genius! Truly a genius! You're even more talented than Tang Huan, and not by just one or two levels. I can say responsibly that since the founding of the Tang Sect, not even our founding patriarch has produced a genius like you. In just a few hours, you learned the entire Tang Sect technique of Qi Control Artifacts. Most people need seven or eight years to learn it, and even then, their accuracy is nowhere near yours. Your skill is already about equal to mine, above Liu Bo's, perhaps even above Eldest Senior Brother Tang Youwei's."

Tang Cheng was beside himself with excitement.

"Master, you're flattering me. How could I possibly be as incredible as you say? Maybe I just got lucky."

Though Lin Chen said that, he understood that it was all thanks to his neural enlightenment ability. Everything he had previously comprehended had suddenly become crystal clear, without the slightest doubt, which was why the targets had seemed so distinct.

"Heh, other things might happen by chance, but there is absolutely no luck involved in this ultimate technique."

Tang Cheng changed the subject. "Still, it's