Curved upward, when it bounced on the ground, it rang out resonantly.
Just like striking with an iron rod.
"If it's used for attacking..."
Old Zhang paused for a moment, clenched his hand into a fist, spiritual essence flowed like water beneath his muscles, flashing light, and then he swung at Ji Jue.
Instantly, a fierce wind burst forth, messing up Ji Jue's hair into a bird's nest.
His face stung!
"This is the basis of spiritual attack and defense.
As they say, the fundamentals never change; almost all techniques evolve from this. You're a beginner, so you might not be able to achieve something this exaggerated at first, but there's no rush. What's needed is daily, cumulative training. As long as you maintain it, I believe you'll see results."
Old Zhang reached out to correct Ji Jue's posture, "Next up, take a deep breath, stabilize your spiritual essence, follow me, yes, try to keep..."
It must be said, he truly is a gold-medal coach.