Of course, I'm talking about when life and death are at stake."
Zhao Peng shuddered and said:
"Dongzi, are you saying that on the battlefield, most of us might be wiped out by ordinary people?"
Zhang Xudong looked at the night sky, nodded, and said:
"If the ordinary people you're talking about are my Class A players, congratulations, you're right."
"How many Class A players do you have now? Would it be convenient for me to know?"
“It’s nothing, it’s okay to tell you.
Not many, the number has only increased to eighty-three in seven years.
However, if it is a fight to the death, not to mention you, there is no way Zhang Yunqing can escape from anyone.
Remember, fighting requires more than just force.
He also relied on willpower, patience, and various means.
No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of a kitchen knife.
They only need to set up a thunder array for you silently, and they can easily send you to hell."
Zhao Peng said helplessly: "Why didn't they teach us this during the special training?"
Zhang Xudong glanced at him and said, "Don't talk about others. It was you who was there. Did you humble yourself and study hard?
Pride is necessary, but arrogance is unnecessary."
Zhao Peng's face turned red when he heard this. He really didn't look down on Lu Zhanyun and the others at the beginning.
"Brother Zhao, let me tell you something honest.
Many of the skills and methods that Brother Lu and his colleagues have are developed bit by bit by themselves.
They themselves said that looking back at themselves five years ago, they did nothing wrong.
But what about you? You haven’t even figured out what our ancestors left behind, and you’re already looking down on others.”
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