Chapter One Thousand and Eighty-One
"Well, I know that." Mordred nodded, at the end of the Divine Generation, it was impossible for her not to come into contact with those ancient monsters. But even so, she still didn't seem to have changed her opinion on whether the black shadow was a human being, and she said seriously, "That black shadow is completely attacking with tentacles, although I don't know if there are more tricks now, but even if it is a human, it is completely different from humans in form, even if it fights with both hands and feet, do you think those tentacles will be left alone?" ”
Qing was speechless for a while, but he was not much surprised, he looked at the girl indifferently, and smiled slightly, "What you see is what you see, and you measure the weight of what you see with your thinking." It's the same thing with fighting, you still see it too superficial, although what you say is very reasonable, but it's still not enough to practice. “
Qing breathed a sigh of relief and tapped his head with his hand, "The difference in the way of fighting is partly in the body, but more in the thinking. As he spoke, his fingers turned straight to Mordred's forehead, but it was flashed, and to no avail, he had to withdraw his hand in embarrassment.
"You and I think differently, so you and I won't judge the same way when fighting," Qing continued to explain, projecting the form of the black shadow again, "You see the opponent's posture, and then judge the opponent's fighting style based on the opponent's movement form." But! Have you judged the form in which the other party is judging you? ”
The corners of Mordred's eyes trembled, and his face was slightly depressed, it seemed that it was the chaotic thinking of the words that went around, because he didn't understand, so he couldn't say half a word for a while. Qing shook his head when he saw this, and said, "This is where the difference in strength between you and me is." ”
Without waiting for Mordred to get angry, before he knew it, he had already walked to his home in Xindu. Qing made a silent gesture, felt the key in his pocket, and walked upstairs.
Unlocking the old door, the two walked into the room, closed the door, turned on the light, and Qing took the brunt of the heavy sitting on his single bed, and let out a long sigh of relief. After all, the physical body is not something that can be recovered in an instant casually, and after a long battle just now, it is impossible for the body not to get tired after a large amount of mana consumption.
"Hey, you're not done yet." Mordred sat down cross-legged and reminded in passing.
"Isn't that clear enough?" Qing blinked his eyes and said with a smile, "Then it's simpler, you can say it!" You thought about how to deal with the enemy, but you didn't know how the enemy was going to deal with you at this moment. See yourself clearly, and at the same time see your opponent clearly, the former is always one step slower, but the latter can be one step faster! “
"If you don't even know whether your opponent is a human or a ghost, and you can't understand the battle from your opponent's point of view--- hehehe! ~ This is the difference in strength between you and me. Qing said mercilessly, after all, his physical fitness is not much better than Xiao Mo, the gap in strength is the gap in skills, martial arts are not all about physical fitness and tricks, if you are stronger than the other party, you need more things than the other party. The details don't seem important, but they are often the key to not being easily noticed.
Mordred was silent for a while, and it was rare that this time it was her turn to sigh, "With such a powerful thing, it's a pity that you don't teach people." Like a sigh of resentment, she silently lowered her shoulders.