In the blink of an eye, two weeks had passed.
Xuan Zi had guided the reserve team's seven members through training twice.
His teaching had a distinctly Shrek flavor-simple, brutal actual combat.
Each time, the seven of them were divided into different combinations to fight one another. Xuan Zi's only requirement was that they not hold back.
With a supreme expert like him standing by, there was no fear of any danger.
Under Xuan Zi's deliberate guidance, Chen Ping was continually paired with different teammates, and his team was invariably the weaker side.
Yet after these two sessions, totaling seven rounds of Soul Fighting, everyone realized something was off.
How come whichever team had Chen Ping kept winning, no matter how weak it looked on paper?
After seven rounds of actual combat, Chen Ping's record so far was an absurd seven wins out of seven.
Yet in those seven matches, Chen Ping had not stood out much.
Even Wu Feng had delivered the dazzling performance of single-handedly holding off two Soul Ancestors while boosted.
By contrast, Chen Ping hid among his teammates like a complete freeloader. He had barely exerted himself in any of those seven fights, yet he just kept winning.
"Ahem, we can rest once we finish this match. This round, Older Brother Xu, Senior Sister Nannan, Ning Tian, and Wu Feng are one team. I'm guessing this is most likely how they'll fight."
"Older Brother Bei Bei, pay attention here. Ning Tian will definitely be the one under tight protection. Even if you charge through, you'll inevitably face a three-pronged attack from teleportation, swapping positions, and Wu Feng, who'll stay behind to guard her."
"This lineup has its defensive response maxed out, so we absolutely can't fight along conventional lines. We have to..."
Bei Bei and He