Technique? Completely unnecessary.
All that mattered was a talent that steamrolled over everything.
But would he ever say that out loud?
"Hahaha, alright. Everyone's been busy for over an hour, and it's getting late. Gao Neng, why don't we take a break?" Guan San spoke up with a smile.
"Of course. Whatever you say, Elder Guan," Gao Neng nodded.
'He knows, of course, that Guan San is going to report to Fang Yuan. After all, Fang Yuan wasn't present during his competition with Zheng Hai and the others.'
"Hahaha, let's go, Gao Neng!" Fang Tangtang laughed, skipping gleefully to his side. She grabbed his arm and began to lead him out.
"Take care, Miss. Take care, Mr. Gao!" Zheng Hai said, bowing respectfully.
The surrounding Manufacturing Masters were all equally respectful.
Gao Neng had demonstrated his capabilities.
Even though Gao Neng had shown no intention of explaining anything to them, in the world of technical arts, strength equated to status and respect.
