Moreover, the auxiliary martial artists are slow, and the time required to cultivate their battle techniques is a fatal flaw.
Composing battle hymns requires even more time.
"Sigh... there's no one left. The decline of auxiliary martial artists is the trend of the times, it's an inevitable elimination."
"I don't know whether to feel happy or sad."
In the basement of You'an Mansion.
Lu Jianghao was cleaning off the tabletop.
Displayed on the table were rows of certificates and prizes.
These were the honors of Lu Jianghao, and also the honors of auxiliary martial artists.
Unfortunately, the signature dates on the certificates, the earliest being three years ago.
This represents that for three years, no pure auxiliary martial artist has gained any military merit.
This place represents a piece of history, and also a kind of passing.
Lu Jianghao sighed.
He sat in an old Grand Master's chair, sighing helplessly.
