Analyzing Roles, Strengths, and Weaknesses (Part One)

A gentle breeze swept across the Special Training Ground, dispersing the lingering heat and smell of gunpowder.

The sparring match within the team had left everyone utterly spent. All seven sat cross-legged in a neat formation, eyes closed as they regulated their breathing and devoted themselves entirely to recovering their soul power.

Bai Qingqing had yet to withdraw the Awakening Bell floating in the air. Its soft, faint light bathed the entire field, while gentle mental power steadily nourished everyone's sea of consciousness and accelerated the circulation of their soul power. Their depleted, empty dantians gradually filled with soothing soul power, and the aching exhaustion in their bodies rapidly faded.

Before long, a familiar rush of air sounded high in the sky again.

A tall, straight figure descended on the wind and landed steadily beside Bai Qingqing, his touchdown so light that it stirred not a whisper of air.

It was Mo Yuan.

He had already changed out of the old uniform that had been clawed open. Now dressed in a clean, immaculate black instructor's outfit, with smooth fabric and meticulously combed black hair, he showed none of the dishevelment from being surrounded and driven back by the group. His usual calm, composed bearing as an instructor had returned.

Yet a trace of lingering astonishment remained deep in his eyes.

Even he had to admit, looking back, that their chain of encirclements—the dual battlefield control combined with a lethal five-person coordinated assault—might truly have broken through an ordinary Soul Saint's defenses and severely injured them if they let their guard down.

Once Mo Yuan had settled his footing, he turned toward Bai Qingqing beside him and asked quietly.

"You should have observed enough while they were fighting, right? How are the Specialized Team's tactical framework and individual special training plans