After all, isn't the Combat Artisan responsible for this on the battlefield?
But a surprised message came from the public channel:
"!?"
To avoid clogging the channel, Cuiye sent a text message.
Fang Hong hadn't yet understood what this message meant, he simply glanced in that direction—a bunch of people had already retreated to their right flank, and that guy, indeed eloquent, managed to rally a group and form a temporary team in such a short time.
Fang Hong looked around, roughly twenty people were visible.
Cuiye also looked in his direction and gave a thumbs up.
Cuiye felt he had latched onto a real bigshot, realizing this especially when he added people to the public channel and shared Fang Hong's battlefield information, observing their faces mix surprise with disbelief.
Admittedly, it wasn't a complex technique, just proficiency through practice, achievable through thousands of repetitions.
