He glanced at Leng Shengnan: "Inheritance, combat awareness, reaction speed, adaptability, and even willpower, survival instinct, even luck... these are hard to change, but they do exist, and they should indeed be included in the standards of talent."
This slightly gloomy beautiful young man extended his bandaged left hand, covering half of his face, leaving only one eye shining with platinum light, and spoke deeply:
"And speaking of these things..."
"In my life, I am second to none."
"So, I want to train with you all, correct my theoretical problems, and take a fresh look at whether any of you have what it takes to be my rival, Du Qing!"
As soon as these words came out, the middle school syndrome and fighting spirit of Du Qing and Lin Guang's first meeting resurfaced, and it seemed like ethereal voices and faint holy light wings appeared vaguely around them.
Vishdair, Chelina, Lisa: "..."
