Yu Feng saw the crown prince leave.
He immediately sidled up to Tang Tian and lowered his voice:
"Junior, let me give you the inside scoop."
"Of everyone in our First Squad, you really shouldn't pick Tian Heng."
"That Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon of his really isn't something a human can fight."
Tang Tian raised an eyebrow. "He's that strong?"
Yu Feng nodded like a chicken pecking grain:
"Ridiculously strong! Last time we sparred, he had me pinned down and grinding against the ground in three moves."
"No matter how fast you are, you can't dodge his lightning power."
Tang Tian looked thoughtful.
"What about the two seniors, Shi Mo and Shi Mo?"
Yu Feng waved a hand:
"Those two defense types have thick hides and tough flesh. You could hit them forever without making a dent."
"And don't even think about Lingling. She's a healer. Even if you picked her and won, there'd be no glory in it."
After counting them off on his fingers, Yu Feng finally looked at Tang Tian with utter sincerity:
"So, when the time comes, pick me! I might run fast, but my defense is terrible. One swing of your hammer would send me packing."
"That way, you win, and I save face. After all, I'd have lost to a future powerhouse!"
"Junior, I think you have the makings of a Titled Douluo!"
"Then I could even brag about it. After all, I'd have lost to a future Titled Douluo!"
Tang Tian: "..."
He finally saw through it.
Yu Feng had gone around in this huge circle not to analyze the matchups.
Instead, he was frantically hinting: Boss, have mercy! Don't pick me! I'm fragile!
"Senior Feng, your abacus is clacking so loudly I could hear it from Nuoding City."
Tang Tian chuckled.
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