In the blink of an eye, three whole months flew by.
Over those three months, the Special Training Ground had practically become the seven-member team's permanent home. There was no slacking off, no easing up. Day after day of intense combat training stripped these newcomers of every trace of awkwardness and inexperience.
Mo Yuan and Yun Yan took turns sparring with them, one hard and one soft, one fierce and one precise.
Mo Yuan focused on overwhelming frontal power attacks, forcing them to develop the ability to withstand pressure in desperate situations, break deadlocks, and counterattack. Yun Yan focused on kiting, harassment, and locking down their tempo, gradually correcting their rigid, overly straightforward approach to team battles, refining their finer techniques and shoring up their weaknesses.
After day upon day of intense sparring, the team's coordination had undergone a complete transformation.
The most obvious change was Lin Chen's command.
When the team had first formed, he had needed to call out instructions, arrange positions beforehand, and adjust tactics on the fly. Team battles had left him somewhat flustered, constantly reminding his teammates to cover gaps, kite, and defend.
Now, however, everything was different.
After three months of working together, coordinated responses had become ingrained in all seven of them.
Often, Lin Chen hardly needed to speak at all.
A glance, a raised hand, or the slightest turn of his body was enough for everyone to understand instantly. Who would hold the front line, who would add damage, who would control the field, who would roam and kite, and who would cover the rear—each person slipped precisely into position, linking offense and defense seamlessly.
This silent understanding was something ordinary teams might not achieve even after a year of hard training.
Their coordination was not the only thing improving. Everyone's raw