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This time, well, the number of Soul Douluos had not merely doubled-the standard had risen to a Soul Douluo for every member.
Cheng Yun was the guide. Although Ning Jiang was limited to Level 79, his support capabilities rivaled those of any Soul Douluo-level support master.
Among those present, excluding the Chen Clan's direct lineage, only the two Titled Douluos, Yang Jingxue and Ximen Rongcheng, along with him and Yang Zhijia, had taken part in that war when the flames of battle filled the skies. Four people, all told.
In other words, the pool of Soul Douluos the Chen Clan could mobilize was expanding.
In any case, he believed there had to be a reason why everyone summoned this time was a Soul Douluo. It was not as though they could not summon Soul Saints.
After turning it over in his mind, he could only conclude that their tactics had been upgraded.
This time was entirely different, after all. The Soul Douluos' teamwork and tactical capabilities were much stronger.
Ma Zhibin's combat boots crushed the gravel beneath his feet. He felt that the Chen Clan seemed to have tasted the benefits already.
He also had a premonition that situations and battles like this would recur in the future, bringing those former commanders-the mighty Soul Douluos-to the front lines to fight through blood.
Through these repeated drills and actual battles, they would accumulate experience.
What an undertaking!
Soul Douluos as soldiers, Titled Douluos as generals, and Super Douluos as supreme commanders!
When that time came, what would Soul Douluos like them be called... special forces?
That little brat Chen Xiaojun seemed to have mentioned it before.
Chu Tianshu's swordlike brows knitted tightly, and the wound on his shoulder glowed red in the battlefield's firelight.