A glimmer flashed in the depths of Wang Jianshe's cloudy eyes.
He carefully studied Su Wuwei's teammates.
"Well, well. [Abyssal Erosion], [Earthshaker], [Whale of Wailing], Kou Cheqie'er, and Su Wuwei, a former Old One. Hahahaha! Was this team put together by Calamity?
"And this Wan Lan doesn't look simple, either. I've lived a long life, seen just about everything, but I really have never seen a team like this."
There had to be something behind such an anomaly. There was definitely something wrong with this team.
Yang You wasn't interested in their identities. He was watching how they fought, and the longer he watched, the more familiar it seemed.
"Why do I see traces of people I know in them?"
The members of the Vermilion Bird Division, the New Roman Court Knights, that person from North Russia, the Heavenly Fire Society from the Americas, and Sister Huang.
Yang You scratched his head. "No wonder Su wanted me to spar with him. Turns out his teammates haven't been slacking off, either."
Wang Jianshe rubbed his chin. "[Withered Glory Theatre]. Their intentions are unclear. Who knows what Qin Yue is up to? Hopefully, something good will come of it."
Yang You said, "I'm starting to look forward to the team event. I've never seen Su coordinate with other people in a fight."
The corner of Wang Jianshe's mouth twitched as he glared at Yang You. This muscle-bound, simple-minded idiot had nothing going for him but fighting ability.
He had mentioned so many things with terrifying implications, and Yang You had no reaction at all?
Yang You looked at Wang Jianshe in confusion. "Mr. Wang, what's wrong with your face? Does it need oiling?"
Wang Jianshe closed his eyes and turned Yang You's head away.
"Just watch the matches!"
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