To Tang Changsheng's eye, they came in every age and build, with not a trace of a soldier's bearing among them. Yet each had a gaze as sharp as lightning and clearly knew a trick or two. They were a band of so-called extraordinary talents.
People like that were often hard to rein in. Yet before Fan Wan'er, they were as meek as lambs.
Fan Wan'er was their direct superior. With her noble status and easy manner, she naturally kept this special operations team firmly in hand.
Before Tang Changsheng, though, they showed their defiance. It wasn't that they hadn't heard of his abilities or reputation. On the contrary, they had long known how formidable he was.
They had even used him as a hypothetical enemy in many drills and believed they could counter him. As a result, they didn't think much of his power...
What they had yet to learn was that drills were one thing, and real combat was another...
Fan Wan'er watched with a smile. She said nothing, merely letting her team members challenge him.
"I'll take you on first, Mr. Tang. I hear you're skilled in Illusion Arts. I'd like to find out for myself!" A burly man built like an iron tower rose to his feet, flexing his fists and grinning fiercely at Tang Changsheng.
"This is the top fighter on the team, known as Strength King. His strength is boundless, Mr. Tang, so be careful!"
"Strength King?" Tang Changsheng smiled faintly. "Let's see how strong you are."
Strength King roared like a tiger, excitement flashing across his face. He loved a fight. Though he knew he was almost certainly no match for Tang Changsheng, a chance to fight someone of his caliber was rare.
So he held nothing back and drove a fist straight