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"But based on your description, it seems that the break is not complete enough."

"The summoning skill has changed. Now the summoned object has been following me since the beginning of the experience. It already has feelings. I am afraid that something unexpected will happen after breaking the bondage." I explained in detail.

"That's not what I'm referring to. Although as your strength increases, your summoning skills will break through the constraints sooner or later. How to solve it without harming your summons can only be explored by yourself. For now,

Helping summoning skills get rid of the constraints of the law will not have an immediate impact on your strength, so don't worry about it."

"Then you mean..."

"Isn't the so-called skill level also a kind of law-bound? Although your teacher has some ideas and talents, his vision is limited after all, and the wild paths he blindly explores can only be half-baked."

"That is to say, Uncle Hardy, you are going to teach me the orthodox way to break the constraints of the law?" After thinking about this, I immediately cheered up, and suddenly felt that the image of my father-in-law continued to rise and became more profound.

It's been measured.

"No, when did I say this? Young people, don't always live in dreams, the key is to be down-to-earth."

"ha?"

"Although I do have the ability to help you break this shackles, first of all, time does not allow, and it is necessary to increase your combat effectiveness as much as possible in the shortest possible time. This path is not feasible. Secondly..."

"What's next?"

"I'm lazy."

"..."

Since you are too lazy to teach me, why do you mention this to let others think about it? Go straight to the point, you bastard!

"Why, you're not happy to show you the right path to take in the future?" Looking at my depressed and deflated expression, this old thief's belly was trembling with laughter.

"No, no, I was just thinking, Uncle Hardy, what kind of powerful moves do you want to teach me? The fact that you specifically mentioned the law of restraint cannot be irrelevant, right?"

"Of course, you have to break the shackles to do it. Fortunately, you have done it now. Although it is half-baked, it is enough. As for powerful moves... Who said I want to teach you powerful moves? I said

Yet?"

"Then... what on earth is that?" If I couldn't defeat this old guy, I would have to pounce on him and stage a scene of a crippled son-in-law beating up his unscrupulous old father-in-law. Even if the evil dragon Rena was present, she would have clapped and applauded.

Both sides took turns cheering each other up, hoping that we would both lose and ascend to heaven together.

There's no way, we're not a family, if we don't enter a house, whenever that little female dragon sticks her butt out, I know she's going to...forget it, beautiful girl, beautiful girl.

"Skills, just a few tricks. You have already mastered the heavy attack skills. No, it would be more appropriate to say that you are obsessed with it. Although there is no growth potential, at this stage, your improvement is pretty good. In other words, in

In terms of pure attack power, even if you face those seven little grasshoppers from hell, you are not much inferior."

Is...really? I was naturally a little bit happy to receive such a comment from my old father-in-law, but if I think about it carefully, why was I beaten so badly by Uncle Walter?

Is it just an experience gap?

As if he saw what I was thinking, my old father-in-law smiled and said, "You must have been knocked unconscious by that bastard Walter."

Isn't it? After all, it's all thanks to your old age.

"Don't listen to what that bastard said. There are some, but there are many. The simplest truth is that your fist must be big. Just let it stand still and try to punch it with all your strength.

?”

"Then he must not be happy."

"That's right, but if you think about it more deeply, why would he be unhappy? If your fist is just a mosquito bite to him, with his arrogant character, I am afraid that a hundred people would be happy to use this method.

To humiliate you, you think he won't be happy, and he won't be happy, that is to say, you think your attack can threaten him, and it can indeed threaten him, it's that simple."

"That seems to be the truth." I clapped my hands and felt that I understood a little bit, but I always felt that I was even more confused in other aspects.

"Another point."

Also, is this an addiction to analysis? Can you please stop talking about simple things in such convoluted terms, please spare my IQ.

"Walter can dodge your attack, why does he stand still?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't be happy if it were me."

"That's the crux of the matter. Your attack threatens him, but it misses him. It's the same for Walter, and it's not much different for those little grasshoppers in hell."

"In other words, for me now, what I want to improve is not my attack power, but my skills to hit the enemy more easily?"

"You are finally enlightened."

"..."

If you had said this earlier, without taking Uncle Walter as an example, I would have understood.

Of course, it cannot be denied that taking Walter as an example did make me feel more intuitively. Although my father-in-law likes to analyze and is a bit verbose, he will not say useless nonsense without aim.

"So, what do I do?"

"What you should improve is not attack power, but...depth."

It's gone, it's gone, where is my Huanggang Art of War?!

"I remember that adventurers in your alliance have a stage of strength called the pseudo-realm. For you, this is the first time you have come into contact with something like Shi. Shi, to put it bluntly, is the embodiment of will and the color of the soul. So I ask

Do you, your attack, have your own color?"

Wait, I applied for the art exam?!

That's right. With my IQ, that's all I can do. Maybe I have an artistic talent unexpectedly?

So what do I need from this Huanggang!

What's more, I didn't expect that my father-in-law, who has a thick belly, a round belly and a sparse beard, is actually a hidden people's artist?

Aikalay, who was listening quietly on the side, couldn't see it anymore. He coughed lightly, as if to remind me of my old father-in-law, an artist who used pen and ink wantonly.

Talking humanly.

"Uncle Hardy, what do you want me to do? I'll just do it."

"Everything is very clear. The reason why your attack cannot hit Walter is not that the speed is not fast enough, but that it lacks depth, lacks momentum, lacks will, and lacks soul-level power.

At your current level, you are no longer just concerned about attack power, but should consider more, the confrontation at the spirit, will, and even soul level, which is reflected in the attack power, which is the depth I just mentioned."

"Give me a chestnut." My father-in-law may have finally realized that if you want to teach people like me, you can't just rely on your words, you have to do it with your hands.

So he punched me in the face.

He could only use the Er Kuang Six Layer Flame Fist by gritting his teeth. He sat on the chair and waved it out easily without twisting his waist. Is this the realm of the royal chef of the dragon clan? He obviously cooks so much.

Why is Unpalatable so strong? Is it because I sacrificed my talents in order to become stronger? In this case, my IQ is often not online because...

Forget it, it's better not to think too much. It seems like you can hear complaints like "You just have a low IQ" coming from countless planes.

Let's talk about the father-in-law's punch. It was obviously a move that he was very familiar with, but he made it feel fresh. If I had to describe it, the world in his eyes seemed to be put into a convex lens, and the surrounding space was constantly compressing.

The fist located alone in the center is constantly expanding and disappearing. It is obviously not fast, but it still gives people a feeling that there is no way to hide.

To be honest, I'm... not surprised.

After all, my father-in-law has said so much. If there is nothing special about this punch, doesn’t it mean that he has been bragging just now?

I see, is this the so-called depth? Indeed, if you can learn it, you can greatly improve your hit rate. My father-in-law may be angry when I describe it like this. To put it bluntly, this technique is equivalent to punching before punching.

Sprinkle a handful of lime powder on the other person's eyes... maybe?

However, I still have a question.

"Uncle Hardy, let's take Uncle Walter as an example. If I can increase the speed of my attacks by ten times, can he still dodge my full force punch?"

"That's definitely not possible." My father-in-law, who is clearly supposed to be the guide and the hard-working gardener, for some reason looks like a villain in my eyes.

"But, can your attack speed be increased tenfold? In a short period of time."

"That's definitely not possible."

"So you still have questions?"

"No more, no more."

Sure enough, it was easier to use lime powder than to build muscles. On this day, after saving the world for more than 20 years, I finally realized it.

So the next key is, where is my lime powder?

"That's a good question." Uncle Hardy clapped his hands and wanted to give me a thumbs up.

"..."

But I haven't asked anything yet.

"The so-called depth is color, which can be your own color or a given color."

"that……"

I didn’t say anything, I really didn’t ask anything yet!

"For example, those little grasshoppers in hell are the best representatives of being given colors. Their abilities come from the ten sins. The power of the ten sins gives them colors and makes them stronger. Unfortunately, after all, they are

If something does not belong to you, a grasshopper can only be a grasshopper and will never become a locust."
To be continued...