Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1247 Grassroots counterattack Wang Baoqiang

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All of these training outlines proposed by Chen Xiaojun were submitted to Chen Cong for review and decision.

Although he was familiar with leading a team in training and was also adept at fighting in arena competitions, this was his first time to train an entire team with real weapons.

But to train the entire team with real weapons is the first time.

Chen Cong stood at the desk with his hands behind his back, his eyes narrowed slightly: "The individual enhancement is more than enough, but the teamwork is still insufficient."

The tip of the goat-hair brush tapped twice on the edge of the jade inkstone. "It's too sharp and lacks stability. I'll just treat this as a test."

Of course, Chen Cong did not express these comments out loud, but simply wrote the word "yes" on the charter.

Chen Cong's evaluation is that the individual is too high-level, but the team is not meticulous enough; the team is too sharp, but lacks calmness. Everything remains to be tested.

As for Chang'an College, in Zhuang Mocheng's words, with the enhanced strength of the middle school team and the presence of Chen Xiaojun, it is very likely that they will win the provincial preliminary round, let alone a place in the semi-finals.

In this situation where victory is certain, he can do whatever he wants.

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Chen Xiaojun rolled his lips and sneered, "Old Five, tell me, what's going on with this Wang Baoqiang?"

Chen Mu looked at him speechlessly: "Oh, you already recruited him into the team, but you're asking me about it? Don't you know?"

Chen Xiaojun spread his hands, "He has only appeared for a day or so, and I have never heard of this person before. Even if I want to investigate, you have to give me some time, right?"

Chen Mu put down the purple clay teapot in his hand and said slowly: "Wang Baoqiang lost his father when he was young and grew up relying on the help of the villagers."

"Fortunately, there is always a way out. His martial soul mutated, which brought about earth-shaking changes in his life."

"His martial spirit is very special."

"Do you know what rank his martial spirit was when he entered school?"

Chen Xiaojun shook his head and waited for what to come.

Chang'an College has a threshold for admission. Only those with a high-grade martial spirit can be admitted. Those with low-grade martial spirits are not even qualified to enter.

Chen Mu paused and said, "Third rank."

Chen Xiaojun suddenly stopped drinking tea and asked, "Third grade?"

His jade-like face showed surprise and cold stars flashed in his phoenix eyes.

Chen Xiaojun's eyes were as sharp as swords as he looked at Wang Baoqiang, who was looking silly on the fighting stage.

Behind him, a three-meter-tall dark golden giant ape was pounding its chest towards the sky. The bone spurs on its joints were as sharp as blades, revealing a fierce aura.

The giant ape's fighting style is both flexible and fierce and violent.

The sound of metal clashing was heard, and the giant ape moved as swiftly as a dragon. The bluestone cracked where its claws passed, which was clearly a deadly move that was both agile and fierce.

Chen Xiaojun frowned slightly and blurted out: "No way, this martial soul, judging from the aura and unique charm it exudes, it looks like it is at least of the sixth rank."

Chen Mu put down the teacup and sighed softly: "Yes, this monkey's martial soul growth path is legendary."

"It is said that he entered school just over a year ago, and after successfully obtaining his first spirit ring, his martial spirit rank broke through to the fourth rank in one fell swoop."

"In the years that followed, his martial spirit rank continued to rise, and finally reached the sixth rank."

"Such an astonishing growth rate naturally attracted great attention from the teachers in the college." "Old Yuan, the director of the junior department, was ecstatic and took a liking to this unpolished gem at first sight. He accepted him as his disciple without hesitation."

"In order to fight for him, Old Yuan and Old Wang quarreled for quite a while."

Chen Xiaojun paused, then continued to pour tea, then slowly waved his gilded fan, "Old Yuan? Not surprising!"

"How are they going to fight? Three more altars?!"

Chen Mu laughed, his lips curled up, and continued: "It is with Old Yuan's careful care and teaching, plus this monkey running around to work and earn money, that despite the hardship of life, he never gave up, and barely supported the resources needed for high-speed cultivation."

At this moment, a ray of sunset shines through the gap in the window and quietly falls on his cheek, illuminating his face in half light and half dark.

He continued slowly, "In the past two years, he has devoted a lot of his spare time to working part-time and has basically not participated in school team activities."

"As for the academy, in view of the special nature of his martial soul, in order to prevent him from being exposed to the attention of various forces too early in his growth, they deliberately hid him and turned a blind eye to his behavior, letting it go on its own."

Chen Xiaojun stroked his chin, thinking: "This martial spirit has evolved so many times?"

This number of evolutions is comparable to the four evolutions of Tang San's Blue Silver Grass in later generations.

Wang Baoqiang, he is truly amazing!
This person's reputation in his previous life far surpassed that of others. So, the luck he brought should also be quite considerable.

Wang Baoqiang's growth trajectory is somewhat similar to that of Ma Wencai.

He also started at a low level, but with his strong luck, he kept breaking through due to various coincidences, as if there was an invisible hand pushing him, allowing his luck to turn around and he made rapid progress.

Is this the core of the grassroots counterattack? !
Chen Mu raised his eyes slightly, with a thoughtful look on his face, and said, "As for his martial spirit, how can I describe it?"

"I think it's more like growing than evolving, rising level by level, or gradually returning to its original form."

"For now, the school is keeping his detailed information a secret. The confidentiality is very strict."

"For key data like martial spirit quality and innate spirit power, we can only rely on blind guesses and cannot get any accurate information at all."

Chen Xiaojun thought of something and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Then why did they let him out? There must be some reason behind this."

Chen Mu sighed softly and said, "Letting him out this time must have been agreed by Old Yuan and Old Wang."

"I think there is always a limit to the growth of this kind of martial spirit."

"Think about it, he hasn't evolved in three years. It's not easy to break through from the sixth-grade martial spirit to the seventh-grade."

"So, in my opinion, the upper limit of his martial soul is probably only the seventh level, and at best it can reach the eighth level."

"If that's the case, if he's mixed in with our group of people with top-level martial spirits, he won't stand out that much, and may even seem a bit mediocre."

"Besides, he's not young anymore, he's already in Form 4."

"Let him play this time to gain experience. Five years later, he can participate in another Gaoying Championship."

"If I don't come out to exercise, I won't have another chance in the future. No one knows what will happen in five years."

"Besides, even if he can participate in the preliminary round, it's still unclear whether he can participate in the semi-finals."

"We have a lot of talent here, and we have enough candidates."

"Old Yuan and Old Wang made this arrangement probably because they wanted him to perform well in front of you and leave a good impression on you."

Before Chen Xiaojun could reply, Chen Mu stood up and said, "Okay, it's my turn. Your request is really troublesome. It's a tiring life."

(End of this chapter)