115: Chapter 114 This captain wants to do things in a down-to-earth manner

Found it.

Team 32.

Core position: Instructor Liu Qiang.

Members: Yang Yue, Yang Hang, Chen Yang, Zhao Lei.

Yang Yue's eyes lit up instantly.

She turned back, pushed through the crowd, and grabbed Yang Hang's sleeve.

"Brother! We've been assigned to the same team as you! The same team!"

Yang Hang glanced at her sparkling eyes and nodded.

"Let's go find our teammates."

President Lu Xingye waved from the side, "You two go ahead! I have a spectator pass, so I'm not joining any teams. I'll go wander around on my own! Good luck, good luck!"

Yang Yue made a heart shape at her, then turned and dragged Yang Hang toward the matrix.

The northeast corner of the two-hundred-person matrix.

Instructor Liu Qiang didn't move.

The forty-one-year-old man stood in his position, arms crossed, chin slightly raised, his gaze sweeping unhurriedly over the various survivors walking toward him.

Three people were already standing next to his position.

One was his originally assigned teammate from the display board—Chen Yang, twenty-eight years old, [Earth-Shattering Ripple], a Silver Grade skill.

Stomping both feet could create violent tremors on the ground—or rather, the sea surface—within a twenty-meter radius, and could even control the speed and direction of a Houseboat. Combined with Instructor Liu Qiang's violent output of continuous power punches, they were a typical dual-core control-attack duo.

He was of medium build, taciturn, and always stood half a step behind Instructor Liu Qiang, with a low sense of presence.

The other was also originally assigned—Zhao Lei.

Thirty-five years old, talent [Steel Skin], Silver Grade. His entire body surface could briefly harden into the texture of steel, making him a standard front-line damage tank. He wasn't tall, but his shoulders were extremely wide, and his arms were as thick as calves. He was currently flexing his wrists, his knuckles cracking loudly.

The fourth person was not on the list.

A man in his early thirties, medium height, wearing conspicuous black leather armor. He possessed the [Wind Blade Slash], a Silver Grade skill, which could condense wind force on his arms to form high-speed rotating cutting Qi blades—his attack power was impressive, though not particularly complementary to Instructor Liu Qiang's sonic-based abilities.

But this man was smooth-talking, and Instructor Liu Qiang's personality meant he preferred brute-force solutions.

"Instructor Liu! I've watched the video of your fist shadows, which are so fast they're almost invisible, at least twenty times! You smashed the head of that high-level shark sea beast, and I've been replaying it in my dreams! It's my honor to be on your team! Wherever you point, I'll strike; I will absolutely obey your orders!"

Instructor Liu Qiang's mouth curled upward, and he let out a hum—a hum that carried thirty percent reserve and seventy percent gratification.

"Alright, alright, stop the flattery. Even if you flatter me more, I won't learn to fly. What's your name?"

"Han Feng! Feng as in the peak of a mountain!"

"Stay then," Instructor Liu Qiang waved his large hand, "Stand behind me."

Han Feng was overjoyed and immediately stood behind Instructor Liu Qiang, his posture three parts more respectful than Chen Yang's.

At this moment, there were four people: one core and three teammates.

The last vacancy for Team 32 on the display board—Yang Yue or Yang Hang.

But the list stated five people, and there were already four in the team.

When Yang Yue arrived, pulling Yang Hang along at a trot, this was the scene she saw.

"Instructor Liu!" Yang Yue let go of Yang Hang's sleeve and walked forward with a smile, "I'm Yang Yue! A member of Team 32 from the display board!"

Instructor Liu Qiang turned his head.

His gaze fell on Yang Yue.

Eighteen years old, a high ponytail, a light blue combat suit outlining a neat figure, and a Silver Grade Fierce Shark Halberd on her back shimmering with a cold silver luster. Her side profile had clean lines, with a tear mole at the corner of her eye; when she smiled, she was as sweet as a freshly cut honeydew melon.

Instructor Liu Qiang's eyes noticeably brightened.

"Yang Yue? The girl with Water Control?" His tone suddenly warmed up by three degrees, "I've seen your video! Not bad, not bad; you play the Water Tornado quite well! Come, come, stand here!"

He even turned his body slightly to make room for Yang Yue.

But Yang Yue didn't step forward; instead, she turned back and pulled.

"And my brother! Yang Hang! He's also on our team on the list!"

Instructor Liu Qiang's gaze passed over Yang Yue and landed on the young man wearing a dark gray tactical suit.

Stand-up collar, cuffed sleeves, standard belt, mid-cut combat boots.

He was dressed exactly the same as eighty percent of the male survivors on the platform.

Instructor Liu Qiang was momentarily troubled. Thinking of the teammate he had just accepted, he scrutinized him with difficulty for two seconds.

"You're that… Little Luck Technique?"

Yang Hang nodded, "Yes. Gold Tier. Support type."

Instructor Liu Qiang's brows furrowed. The way this kid looked at him made him somewhat uncomfortable.

There was none of the respect and flattery that Han Feng had.

It was unnervingly flat. In a trance, he caught a hint of condescension deep within those calm eyes. He felt that look was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

Oh, he remembered—it was strangely similar to the way General Zheng looked at him.

Although there was no direct offense, he felt even more put off.

Instructor Liu Qiang had originally felt a bit awkward, but now his expression calmed down. When he turned to Yang Yue, he tilted his body slightly—just enough to cut Yang Hang out of the circle of conversation.

"Little Yang, to be honest with you," his voice wasn't loud, but it was full of vigor, "Our team is currently only missing one spot. If you join, your Water Control will fill in the range control and long-range attacks, and our five-person configuration will be complete."

Yang Yue caught the subtext and frowned, "Does Captain Liu mean—"

"Tell your brother to go look at other teams."

Yang Yue's expression changed.

"Instructor Liu, my brother is the originally assigned member of Team 32. It's clearly written on the team distribution plan: Serial Number 3349, Yang Hang, Support position. The one who should go look at other teams is—"

"Little girl."

Instructor Liu Qiang interrupted her.

"I understand your concerns, but the team distribution plan is for reference, not an order. General Zheng himself said that we could form our own teams, but our team is already full with four people."

"So, after consideration, we prefer to recruit you into the team over your brother."

Yang Yue looked puzzled at the four teammates gathered around Instructor Liu Qiang, "Captain Liu, my brother's support talent is Gold Tier. Can the new member you added here have a better talent than my brother's?"

Instructor Liu Qiang frowned. For a moment, he did think Yang Hang's Gold Tier talent was quite good, but the second he subconsciously looked at Yang Hang, that Gold Tier Little Luck Technique talent instantly seemed to become ordinary in his mind, along with Yang Hang's plain appearance.

However, since it was a Gold Tier talent right in front of him, he knew that even a support-type ability couldn't be that useless.

But his first impression of Yang Hang was indeed a bit bad, especially as someone who was recognized and voted as the eleventh-ranked powerhouse on the list of top 1,000 hot candidates compiled by the God-Seeing Society.

He had absolute confidence in his own strength and didn't really like having potential uncontrollable factors in his team.

Also, he had just promised to let someone join, and now he was going back on his word—didn't he, as an instructor for the Revival Society Defense Headquarters, need Face?

He pulled his fingers back, rubbed the stubble on his chin, and still found an excuse to refuse.

"Support types are not the primary choice for my team at the moment. Your brother's talent sounds like it relies on luck. My team doesn't have any attack methods that need to rely on luck, and fighting based on luck is too mystical. This Captain has always believed that one must be down-to-earth to be reliable when doing things."