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This time, well, not only had the number of Soul Douluo doubled outright, the standard had been raised to Soul Douluo per person.
Cheng Yun was the guide. Although Ning Jiang was limited by his level 79 realm, his support was enough to rival any Soul Douluo-level support Grandmaster.
Among those present, not counting the direct line of the Chen Clan, only the two Titled Douluo, Yang Jingxue and Ximen Rongcheng, as well as he and Yang Zhijia, had taken part in that war wreathed in flames back then. Counting everyone, that made only four.
In other words, the Chen Clan's pool of mobilizable Soul Douluo was expanding.
In any case, he believed there had to be a necessary reason why everyone summoned this time was a Soul Douluo. It was not as though Soul Sages could not be called up.
After thinking it over, it came down to a tactical upgrade.
Because this time was completely different. The Soul Douluo's team coordination and tactical capability were much stronger.
Ma Zhibin's battle boots crushed the gravel beneath his feet. He felt the Chen Clan seemed to have gotten a taste of the benefits.
He had an even stronger premonition that such circumstances and battles would appear again in the future, making the former commanders—Soul Douluo powerhouses—personally step onto the front lines and fight through blood and fire.
Through constant drills and real combat like this, they would accumulate experience.
What a scale of operation!
Using Soul Douluo as soldiers, Titled Douluo as generals, and Super Douluo as marshals!
When that time came, what would they, these Soul Douluo, be called... special forces?
That little brat Chen Xiaojun seemed to have said that before.
Chu Tianshu's sword eyebrows were tightly knitted, and the wound on his