Wen Xingtian's words kept replaying in his mind. Zuo Xiaoduo felt that those few remarks made so much sense-they were words of profound wisdom.
Exactly. Why did I have to treat my hammers as my trump card?
Every means at my disposal could be a trump card!
Then, dragging his still-unrecovered body along, Zuo Xiaoduo began setting up targets for hidden weapons inside the Annihilation Sky Pagoda's space. He was exhausted to the point of death anyway, so this was the perfect time for such logistical chores. He could rest while he worked.
Once his strength had more or less recovered, he would resume his high-intensity training.
Only this way could he avoid wasting even a moment.
Little Gourds, little flowers, Small Flying Knives... appeared one after another.
Different speeds, different trajectories, different directions, different degrees of force...
Zuo Xiaoduo devoted all his strength and concentration to practicing the use of hidden weapons for half an hour.
Then, while recovering his qi, he turned to the books on hidden weapons He Yuanyue had left behind, pondering their essential principles and integrating the portions he had absorbed and mastered into his own skills.
In a few more days, he would begin learning Hidden Dragon's martial arts.
Before encountering new martial arts, he had to integrate everything he already knew as thoroughly as possible and turn it into instinct. Only then would it not hinder his progress in the new martial arts!
An hour later, he practiced his swordsmanship again.
After another hour, he began practicing the cultivation techniques, escape techniques, footwork, and movement techniques his father had taught him and Nian Nian Cat.
Then he practiced his fist and foot techniques during his downtime.
Half an hour later, only when his strength had recovered to eighty or ninety percent did he