"Teacher Qin." Ye Lingling suddenly said, "The one with the gun, whose surname is Yang?"
Qin Ming looked at her and nodded. "Yes, Yang Guyun."
Ye Lingling lowered his head, was silent for a moment, and said softly, "Douluo Continent Martial Soul has many guns, but his surname is Yang, and his shooting skills are so wonderful... it reminds me of a family."
Yu Tianheng's pupils shrank. "You mean...Breaking Clan?"
"Breaking Clan?" Osler raised an eyebrow, "That family known for its attack power? Didn't it mean that the number of their clan members decreased due to the Clear Sky Sect disaster that year, and they seldom walked outside?"
Since the battle between the Clear Sky Sect and Spirit Hall, Four Single-Attribute Clans suffered more than half of its casualties, scattered in every corner of the Douluo Continent, with the Breaking Clan suffering the most casualties.
"There are very few, but not none." Yu Tianheng said in a serious tone, "If you are really Breaking Clan, then you should be careful. I have heard of Soul Breaking Spear's characteristics, which are to break any obstacles. Their attack power cannot be measured by common sense."
And since it has the characteristics of Soul Ring, they cannot treat Yang Guyun as Soul Ancestor.
Ye Lingling shook his head. "That's not what I want to say."
All eyes were focused on her.
"Breaking Clan There is a freak, I've heard of it." Ye Lingling raised his face, "It is said that he is a young man, extremely talented but deviant. He ran away from home two years ago and has not returned yet."
She paused and added, "His name is Yang Guyun."
The room seemed to be still, and you could hear a pin drop.
Qin Ming nodded slowly. "When I was collecting information, I also heard similar rumors. If it is really the same person, then this Yang Guyun... is by no means simple."
"Forty-level Soul Ancestor, no matter how strong you are, how much stronger can you be?" Yu Feng said unconvinced, "Our captain is level thirty-nine, but with Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's Dragon Transformation ability, it is not difficult to fight beyond the level."
Yu Tianheng said nothing, just stared at the boy's portrait.
He had only seen this look on people who were truly obsessed with Martial Way.
"Teacher Qin, you haven't finished speaking yet." Dugu Yan suddenly interrupted, "What about Zhou Qiubai? What's so special about him?"
Qin Ming was silent for a moment and then said, "There is less information about him. His swordsmanship... is very strange."
"What kind of strange method?"
"Soft sword." Qin Ming said these two words briefly and powerfully. "You also know that there are many Sword Martial Soul awakened on the mainland, but there are very few soft swords. Moreover, the young man's swordsmanship follows a light and cunning way, specializing in joints, throats, blood vessels and other places that ordinary people cannot protect, and..."
He paused and seemed to be considering his words: "And he seems to be able to predict the opponent's movements. In many games, before the opponent's Soul Skill was fully released, his sword was already waiting at the flaw just right."
Yu Tianheng's heart was shocked.
Prejudgment?
This is no longer a technical issue, it involves combat intuition and experience, and may even be some kind of special ability.
"The most important thing is that the two of them cooperate very well." Qin Ming continued, "I have watched the two-person match just now. They never said a word from the beginning to the end, but they can understand each other's intentions with a look or even a movement. This kind of tacit understanding cannot be cultivated without years of fighting side by side."
The room fell silent again.
After a long time, Yu Tianheng spoke, "Teacher Qin, what do you mean?"
"What I mean is..." Qin Ming looked around the seven people, "If you want to challenge them, be prepared to lose."
"Losing?" Osler stared wide-eyed, as if he couldn't believe his ears, "Teacher Qin, are you kidding? There are seven of us and two of them! No matter how strong we are, we can't win two against seven!"
"I didn't say two versus seven." Qin Ming said calmly, "We came here just for training. What does it mean for a group of you to fight two people? And if word spreads, do we Heaven Dou Royal Academy still have face?"
Seven people fight two, whether they win or lose, their reputations are not good.
Losing is embarrassing, winning...
It can also be considered bullying.
Yu Tianheng shook his head. "Seven against two is not fair. I, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, am so proud that I will not allow us to bully the minority with more."
Qin Ming stared at him, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes, but his tone remained serious. "Tianheng, you have to understand that this is not a battle of wills, this is experience. You come to Tianxing City not to abuse others, but to break through yourself in actual combat. Spear and Sword Peerless is by far the best whetstone."
"I understand." Yu Tianheng nodded, "So I think... two against two, me and Yanzi, against the two of them."
Dugu Yan's eyes lit up instantly. "I agree!"
She also wanted to see how well the two of them understood each other.
You must know that Soul Master Tournament will be held in a few years. When they arrive, they will not only play alone, but also have team competitions.
If you don't cooperate well, it's doomed.
"Captain, this..." Shi Mo hesitated, "Although you and the vice-captain are strong, they have a tacit understanding with each other, and that Yang Guyun is Soul Ancestor..."
Breaking Clan's Soul Ancestor should not be viewed as Soul Ancestor.
"So what about Soul Ancestor?" Yu Tianheng's eyes lit up with fighting spirit, "My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is not afraid of any opponents of the same level and fights across different levels. This is the norm for top-level Martial Soul like us."
Qin Ming knew that their fighting enthusiasm had been ignited, so he said no more and just nodded, "Okay, I will communicate with Soul Fighting Arena. But whether it succeeds or not depends on the other party's wishes. After all, they can refuse such a challenge of naming names."
"They will agree." Yu Tianheng said confidently, "Such a swordsman and such a gunner are proud at heart and will never shrink from a challenge."
Qin Ming smiled and put away the parchment, "Then just wait for the message."
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The room fell into silence again.
Outside the window, the sound of a watchman banging his wooden clapper could be heard in the distance.
Dude, dunk, dunk.
Zhou Qiubai opened his eyes instantly and his hand was already tightly grasping the hilt of the sword.
Yang Guyun sat up silently, Returnless Spear lay steadily in front of him, alert and fearless.
"Who?" Zhou Qiubai asked in a deep voice.
A respectful voice came from outside the door. "Young Master Zhou, Young Master Yang, excuse me. I am the supervisor of Tianxing City Great Soul Arena. My surname is Zhao. I have something important to discuss with you."
Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun looked at each other and nodded.
The door opened.
Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man in his forties.
"Supervisor Zhao?" Zhou Qiubai put on his coat, "It's so late, what's the matter?"
Supervisor Zhao entered the door and solemnly said, "I'm sorry for bothering you late at night, but this matter is urgent and I really have to come."
He paused, took out a gilded invitation from his arms, and handed it over with both hands. "Someone named you and wants to challenge you."