Godslayer: I am the agent of King of Glory heroes

As Yuan Gang spoke with emotion, the reserve team members were stunned and fell into silence after hearing his long speech.

They guessed that Zhou Ping's social anxiety had a reason, but they never expected it to be because he was too kind and had experienced too much humiliation, which caused him to close himself off and become a socially anxious person.

"So that's how the Sword Saint developed his social anxiety." Cao Yuan sighed deeply.

"Gambling parents, a broken home, a dark world, and a sensible boy." Jiang Shiyuan's eyes were red. Sanjiu, you really deserve to die!

Her desire to send Sanjiu razor blades rekindled.

Upon hearing Jiang Shiyuan's words, Yuan Gang chuckled. He downed the beer that Baili Pangpang had poured for him, feeling that these words truly reflected Zhou Ping's childhood.

Baili Pangpang glanced at Yuan Gang's empty plastic cup, silently picked up the red wine beside him and filled it up, then obediently continued to listen to Yuan Gang's meaningful words.

"Once your mental strength reaches a certain level, any further progress requires a breakthrough in your mindset."

Just like the setting in cultivation novels, one must first cultivate one's mind in order to become an immortal.

For Zhou Ping, the hardships of his childhood have become his inner demons and obstacles deep within his heart.

Happy people are healed by their childhood throughout their lives, but unhappy people spend their whole lives healing from their childhood.

Even so, Ye Fan always believed that as long as Zhou Ping could overcome the obstacles in his heart, his pure heart would surely lead him to break through the threshold of the human ceiling and become the hope of the entire Great Xia.

"The hope of Great Xia..."

Everyone stared blankly at Yuan Gang. Perhaps Zhou Ping could truly become the first person in human history to achieve godhood, but...

“But Instructor Yuan, even if one day Sword Saint becomes the one who breaks through the ceiling of humanity, so what?” Lin Qiye clenched his fist. “Do you know… Sword Saint is currently facing a life-or-death crisis. If he cannot overcome this life-or-death crisis, how can he become the hope of Great Xia?”

"Death calamity? What death calamity?" Yuan Gang asked drunkenly.

Black-hearted Baili Pangpang served red wine and beer, and before they knew it, several bottles of wine beside Yuan Gang had been emptied. Lin Qiye knew that now was the best time to extract information, so he briefly told Yuan Gang about Zhou Ping's prophecy, trying to find out how to walk freely in the fog.

"You're not even a special team, yet you think you can rescue Zhou Ping from the mist?" Yuan Gang rubbed his temples, feeling dizzy, and cleared up a bit. "Isn't this ridiculous?! Are you guys out of your minds?"

"Even if the chances are slim, we must give it our all. What good is it to be part of a special team if we're afraid of death?" Lin Qiye said calmly. "Instructor Yuan, we know what we're doing."

Yuan Gang remained silent and did not speak.

"Instructor Yuan, you may not be very familiar with our team. Let me introduce it again."

Lin Qiye was deeply moved and slowly began to speak, following the seating arrangement.

“Jiang Shiyuan…”

Lin Qiye paused. He had originally intended to tell Yuan Gang and the other seven members of the reserve team that they had all experienced despair and bloodshed, and were people with no attachments. But coincidentally, the person sitting next to him was Jiang Shiyuan.

"Forehead……"

Although Jiang Shiyuan has indeed experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and still frequently teeters on the brink of death, those were all experiences she had after joining the Night Watch. In the past ten years or so, she has at least been safe and carefree, if not extremely happy.

If we were to pinpoint the turning point in Jiang Shiyuan's life that marked the beginning of her tumultuous journey, it would probably be after she met him.

On his first day at the new school, Jiang Shiyuan encountered the Masked Man. Later, when Jiang Shiyuan came to find him, he encountered the Masked King. After saving him and Lao Zhao, he soon encountered the Nanta Snake Demon and joined the Night Watch. Together, they were targeted by the Ancient God Church. Then came the Cangnan Calamity, and so on...

Although he was also a victim in those things, how should I put it... why do I suddenly have the feeling that Jiang Shiyuan has been very unlucky since she met him?

Jiang Shiyuan was still looking forward to it. She rested her chin on her hand and looked at Lin Qiye, very curious about what he could put together about her tragic story.

"Ahem, um." Lin Qiye skipped over Jiang Shiyuan and pointed at Baili Pangpang, "Baili Pangpang, the original heir of the Baili Group, an outcast of the Baili family, died at the hands of the person he trusted most..."

Jiang Shiyuan: "..." Never mind, business is more important.

Lin Qiye recounted everyone's story, then looked at Yuan Gang and asked, "Tell me, Instructor Yuan, what did you glean from our stories?"

Unable to answer Lin Qiye's question, Yuan Gang could only remain silent.

"We are all people who have experienced the despair of this world... We came from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, we flashed by alone, we have no attachments, we have nothing but each other..."

"Even if the chances are slim, we must do our best. What's the point of being a special team if we can't protect the people we want to protect?" Lin Qiye said firmly, staring intently at Yuan Gang.

Even if you say that…

Yuan Gang sighed deeply, "After the Blue Rain team was wiped out, the forbidden item that could protect them while they walked in the mist was taken back by the higher-ups. Even I can't do anything about it."

Hearing that Yuan Gang was also helpless, everyone immediately lost their spirits. They still lacked the means to fly and the forbidden items that would allow them to walk through the mist.

Although they now know the latter's whereabouts, Ye Fan will absolutely not give the item to them.

Is there really no way to save the Sword Saint?

"In short, go back and get some rest, and prepare for tomorrow's confrontation with our team. Once you defeat us, you will officially become members of the Fifth Special Team."

Regardless of what the reserve team members were thinking, Yuan Gang simply began to explain in detail the precautions for tomorrow's sparring session.

Apart from Yuan Gang, no one cared about tomorrow's confrontation; their minds were all focused on how to save Zhou Ping.

Everyone listened absentmindedly; at the dinner table, only Yuan Gang's voice could be heard.

The atmosphere was somber on the way back to the hotel.

Jiang Shiyuan lowered her head, and the panel that only she could see lit up. She stared at it for a while, lost in thought.

This night is destined to be sleepless.

……

The next morning.

The seven people got into the car arranged by Baili Pangpang and headed to the 006 Squad's base in Shangjing City.

Because of Zhou Ping's matter, Lin Qiye was not in the mood for jokes. In addition, he had not slept all night. After getting into the car, he closed his eyes and focused his mind on the hospital.

Jiang Shiyuan's gaze swept over Lin Qiye and then fell on the crowded window, lost in thought.