"Think about it carefully, if you get injured on the front lines, Fang Zong can heal you and you'll be back to your old self. If the enemy tries to deal with the support first, Fang Zong can turn around and run away, bumping into them and kicking them along the way. The strength of a humanoid tyrannosaurus won't be easy to withstand, baa baa baa..."
Xue Nuo muttered to herself, then suddenly understood.
If other support generals are like medical support from the rear, Fang Zong is like a first-aid kit that can be taken to the battlefield!
"Yes, dear Xiao Zong, join us! You'll be getting a great deal teaming up with two stunning beauties!" Xue Nuo's attitude changed completely.
"Team up?" Fang Zong didn't quite understand.
Meng Laode explained, "When our generals do missions, they usually work in groups of three, but good teammates are hard to find, while there are plenty of bad teammates. Xiao Zong, Xiao Ran and Xiao Nuo are both warriors with the potential of sub-gods, but they haven't found suitable teammates yet. It would be a good thing if you joined them."
“Alright, I’ll join.” Fang Zong agreed decisively.
Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo are indeed very strong; Fang Zong had realized this long ago. In a one-on-one fight, he really couldn't beat them.
This is truly a good thing. In the future, whether it's the FBI or certain ill-intentioned high-ranking officials in East Asia who want to cause trouble, they can simply close the door and release... their teammates!
That tasted wonderful.
"Bingo!" Xue Nuo immediately burst into laughter.
She and Li Xiaoran went to great lengths to find teammates. They searched and searched, but the candidates were either too ugly, the men too lecherous, the women too promiscuous, or simply not skilled enough.
As for Fang Zong, well, I'm basically satisfied!
He immediately took out some paper and inkpad, grabbed Fang Zong's hand, and slapped it on the hand—perfect!
"What the heck?" Fang Zong was a little confused.
"Team contract! Type out the details when you have time." Xue Nuo grinned slyly.
Fang Zong was speechless. This blank contract... why did he have a feeling that he was about to be ripped off?
Meng Laode patted his arm and laughed, "Don't worry, we're all in the Ghost Killing Team. As teammates, Xiao Nuo won't betray you. Come over and test your destructive power again. You're a support-type general, so just go through the motions."
Clearly, Meng Laode did not have high hopes for Fang Zong's destructive power.
Fang Zong is a support-type general; it would be good enough if he could cause such destructive damage as a derailment collision.
There is a great conflict between auxiliary and offensive techniques in terms of energy output. Fang Zong's main technique is neurosurgical suturing, and the offensive technique he wrote, Killing Slash, is only a first-level technique.
Meng Laode led Fang Zong forward: "We'll only test strength, speed, and destructive power, nothing else. It's good that you team up with Xiaoran and the others. Tell each other what your trump cards are later, so we can dig up the old tomb."
"Just the three of us going down?" Fang Zong asked, puzzled.
Didn't we say we were going to wait for Steel Bear and Overlord Blade to come together? Wouldn't it be a bit weak to go down with just three people?
Meng Laode shook his head and said, "The higher-ups sent Steel Bear and Overlord Blade over here. They originally wanted your two groups to work together, but a couple of days ago, the Japanese Swift Wind Swordsman came to the Eastern Country for some reason, and Overlord Blade went to hunt him down. You know, our Ghost Slayer Team is quite free. Overlord Blade insisted on settling his personal grudges first, and we couldn't stop him, could we?"
"No need to stop them!" Fang Zong's eyes suddenly lit up.
He grabbed Meng Laode's hand: "Tell Ba Dao for me that the three of us are enough. If he doesn't have enough manpower, I'll go through fire and water for him without hesitation!"
Meng Laode: "..."
The place to test the destructive power was a wall.
Fang Zong felt that this place was even more high-tech than a treadmill. The walls were 3.3 meters thick, made entirely of shape-memory alloy, and contained sensor chips that could visually display the level of damage and quickly recover after being damaged.
"Where is your sword?" Meng Laode asked.
"Can we use weapons?"
"Can."
"Then my sword is broken." Fang Zong helplessly spread his hands.
"What a pity, such a fine sword." Meng Laode had seen Fang Zong's plain sword and thought it was quite good. He shook his head with a bit of regret, then clapped his hands, and a row of weapon racks rose from the ground.
Fang Zong looked over and found that all eighteen kinds of weapons were available. He flicked his finger and immediately heard sounds like the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers.
These weapons are better than those of the FBI, but clearly, they are still a far cry from the basics.
"Huh?" Fang Zong spotted a weapon that looked like a knife or a sword.
It's somewhat like the Japanese sword of the Sword Master, but much heavier.
Meng Laode laughed and said, "There are four types of Tang swords: the ceremonial sword, the shield sword, the horizontal sword, and the long sword. This one is the horizontal sword, also called the Tang horizontal sword. The Tang horizontal sword is a two-handed sword, but with your strength, you can use it as a one-handed sword or a one-handed blade."
Fang Zong really liked the knife, but suddenly shook his head slightly: "It's a pity it's too bad."
Upon hearing this, Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo exchanged a deeply moved glance. Standard weapons were truly the worst.
Old Meng couldn't catch his breath and almost fainted; his face turned deathly green.
You're a support character, and you're being picky about weapons? Do you really think the old man's weapons are junk? They're all part of the old man's collection, you know that!
Old Meng pointed at the wall with a dark expression: "Chop!"
Fang Zong asked, "Use a magic method?"
Meng Laode's face remained dark: "Use it!"
"Alright!"
Fang Zong immediately drew his sword, his feet neither shoulder to shoulder, the tip of the sword dragging on the ground, and from bottom to top... Killing Slash!
In an instant, the blade, like a flowing silver dragon, bared its fangs and claws, its killing intent chilling as it pierced the air.
It was as if the Milky Way hadn't yet fallen from the heavens, and then suddenly it rose again!
As the blade sliced through the wall, a mechanical electronic sound rang out: "Ding ding, congratulations on cutting through a Chery car."
Immediately, Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo's eyes lit up.
Meng Laode took a deep breath in disbelief. A Chery car is still a car, after all; this level of destructive power already reaches the sub-god level potential of a support-type general.
"Ding ding, congratulations on cutting through an ordinary bulletproof car."
The electronic sound started again.
"Is it not over yet?" The thought flashed through their minds, and Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo cracked their knuckles with their slender hands.
Old Meng's beard bristled. A level one technique, the Killing Strike, is just a level one technique! Cutting through a bulletproof car—that's already at the level of a combat-class general!
"Ding ding, congratulations on cutting down a standard armored vehicle."
"Slap!" Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo both covered their mouths, with only one thought in their minds: they had hit the jackpot!
Is Fang Zong still a first-aid kit you can take to the battlefield? No! He's still a grenade!
"First aid kit, grenade, first aid kit, grenade, first aid kit + grenade..." The two beautiful women were completely dumbfounded.
Old Meng was also dancing with joy, his long eyebrows twitching with delight.
"Ding ding, congratulations on cutting down a tank."
Suddenly, the electronic voice sounded again.
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