Gao Xin didn't explain much, as he was shifting his consciousness slightly away from rationale to sensation.
After all, he had already roughly understood Peter and Luo Ban's fighting patterns through memory and analysis, which made his predictions much simpler.
He no longer needed such strong logical processing capabilities, deciding to sacrifice a bit of logic to enhance intuition and inspiration.
"Indeed, brooding alone in the training room is far inferior to actual combat with an unknown opponent."
How advanced could the techniques Gao Xin developed on his own be when confined to the training room?
He and Silver Hand had never faced off directly, and he had hardly crossed fists in depth with Oyama Mas, lacking any real combat memory.
However, Peter at this moment was an excellent opponent.
Gao Xin could feel his fighting skills rapidly strengthening.
Predict, think, improvise, then predict again, think again, improvise again...