A teacher was a teacher, after all. As a God-Imperial cultivator, his discernment, knowledge, and experience were on another level!
He had hit the nail on the head.
"Li Chenglong, there's nothing wrong with your cultivation method, but your foundations are lacking. Your punches, kicks, movement techniques, and footwork are all far too poor. They're nowhere near seamless integration, let alone perfection!"
Wen Xingtian said, "I'll give you three days to spar exclusively with Xiang Bing! Every moment, without any breaks! Either you comprehend the Fist Soul and make up for your shortcomings, or you beat her straight out of Hidden Dragon. Only then will this come to an end!"
At those words, a peculiar gleam flashed through Zuo Xiaoduo's eyes, and an intriguing, very strange smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
"It's nine now. The opening ceremony starts at nine thirty. Spend the afternoon familiarizing yourselves with the school. Classes officially begin in three days. Although there won't be classes during these three days... anyone who hasn't improved by then can get the hell out just the same!"
Wen Xingtian's teaching methods could be called very unusual-or rather, very different, very unreasonable, and very domineering.
But everyone thought this was perfectly normal.
In Martial Dao cultivation, too much gentle coaxing would only leave people wallowing in tenderness, powerless to advance any further!
Back at their previous schools, even the most outstanding geniuses had been beaten countless times by their teachers...
Even the siblings Xiang Chong and Xiang Bing looked grateful. "Thank you, sir."
However harsh his scolding had been, in the end, he had still offered the best solution to Xiang Bing's psychological burden.
Xiang Bing's psychological burden had originated in her fight with Li Chenglong. The one who tied the bell had to untie it; fighting