"Ah."
"Ah."
"Ah..."
"Alright, I admit my control is really too poor. Please teach me something else."
Just like before, pick up stones from the ground, and then from a certain distance, hit the bottles. This is the most basic strength control.
However, Han Shengjun has been practicing since morning. The original twenty meters shortened to fifteen meters, then shortened to twelve meters. From using full force to eighty percent strength, then to fifty percent later. In the end, he used ten percent strength and threw countless stones, finally hitting only two or three times.
"Your force is too great, it's hard to control the accuracy when throwing stones. Actually, the skill Xiaofan has in flicking toothpicks, I can't do either. But your strength is your advantage. I dare say, if it's about raw power, that scrawny kid from Swallow Sect can't be your match." Ye Aotian explained softly.
