Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1194 - 9: Aren’t Eight Enough to Match One?_2
On the Floating Battleship, Yu Tongxuan quietly inquired General Zeng.
"Yes, he was the commander of the Qingmei minesweeper at the time, participated in the whole battle, and deployed mines that damaged four Frank warships, achieving impressive results in Jiaozhou Bay with two other minesweepers."
General Zeng nodded, "After the war, he was sent here for advanced studies and was assigned to the Shentu directly after graduation."
Yu Tongxuan laughed, "Future Shentu Ship Captain, whether he has a fifty percent chance of winning depends on his formation and strategy."
"So how exactly do you calculate this fifty percent chance?"
"Nothing more than the right time, right place, and unity," he replied.
Yu Tongxuan smiled as he watched the movements on the monitoring screen, "Wang Yunxiao reacts very quickly."
Realizing there were masters on the other side operating already, Wang Yunxiao didn’t wait any longer and decisively launched an attack on the other senior students.
They couldn’t really form a group, as that would be futile.
With one punch, the entire Class Four of Year Two was wiped out!
Although hitting the target, Wang Yunxiao frowned.
The feel was off.
He was too familiar with the feel of striking garrison soldiers. Regardless of the number forming array, the defensive strength wouldn’t feel this different.
Wang Yunxiao didn’t hesitate and drew a blood-red spear from the void, thrusting it at the seemingly empty rock ahead.
The spear tip collided with the rock, unexpectedly unleashing a powerful counterforce, numbing his tiger’s mouth.
Was this right?
Of course not!
Wang Yunxiao spun the spear towards the sky, and the blood sea beneath roared to life, a boundless killing intent crashing down.
Screams erupted around, and the scene before him shattered.
Advisor!
Just as Wang Yunxiao focused on Wei Bao, the opponent had already discreetly mobilized eight Advisors to cast spells simultaneously, obscuring his senses.
The real formation had long been established, faster than he anticipated by half a minute!
The earlier thrust wasn’t blocked by a rock but struck a pitch-black metal round shield.
Appearing before him was indeed an all-black Heavenly Armor!
As Wang Yunxiao used the blood sea’s killing intent to break the advisors’ illusion, over ten young officers took advantage of the cover and charged before him, each looking strong and skillful.
"This is bad."
"How is it bad?"
General Zeng, noticing Yu Tongxuan’s slight change in complexion, felt puzzled.
What went wrong?
"Wei Liuyun is too hasty."
Yu Tongxuan’s words had barely fallen when a dazzling light suddenly bloomed over the dark sea, as if a nuclear bomb had exploded on the water’s surface.
The blood-red spear and black halberd collided violently, the terrifying aftermath obliterating everything within a hundred meters. The eager young officers were flung hundreds of meters away without any resistance.
Only a few strong individuals clung tightly to the rocks and survived.
Yet, in a battle of this level, even with array support, their strength was hard to engage effectively.
The black mecha staggered back, barely finding a foothold on a rock, a voice filled with shock and uncertainty emerging, "Are you even human?"
Is this the power a human body can unleash?
Wang Yunxiao raised the long spear horizontally, pointing at the black mecha, "Senior, aren’t you going to announce your name?"
A somewhat muffled voice emitted from the mecha, "Grade Three, Class Five, Ma Zhiqiu!"
"So it’s Senior Ma, I’ve long admired you."
"Admired my foot!"
Ma Zhiqiu couldn’t help swearing, "Everyone attack! I can’t hold him back!"
Years ago, three heroes fought Lv Bu outside Hu Lao Pass, ridiculed by later generations for winning through numbers, questioning Guan Yu and Zhang Fei’s strength. Today, after holding out for just one round, Ma Zhiqiu felt the tremors throughout his body.
What kind of monster is this?
"Retreat below tier one by three hundred meters, tier two maintains position."
Yet at this moment, Wei Liuyun’s calm voice rang in his ears.
"Old Ma, keep standing your ground."
"Wei Liuyun, you #￥%..."
Ma Zhiqiu couldn’t help but curse, how do you expect me to hold him back? You try and see if you can!
If it weren’t for the formation support from behind, I would have been smashed into a meat pie just now!
"I understand."
Wei Liuyun’s voice grew firm, "This is an order! Are you defying orders in battle?"
"Your mother #￥%..."
Ma Zhiqiu cursed as he struggled to stand, gritting his teeth to raise his halberd towards Wang Yunxiao, "Come on! Thief Sun! Your grandpa..."
Thud—
His voice abruptly stopped as the blood-red spear crossed dozens of meters in an instant, easily penetrating his mecha and body, skewering him into a blood gourd.
The black mecha exploded on the spot with a bang, countless black fog rushing into Wang Yunxiao’s eyes and nose.
Beneath the black fog was revealed a frail-looking boy, appearing malnourished, coughing blood as he gripped the spear piercing his body, green light shining from his eyes.
The Heavenly Armor was fake!
The divine skills he displayed were unheard of by Wang Yunxiao.
What kind of technique is this?
Completely unfamiliar!
At this moment, under the infusion of black fog and the boy’s green-eyed gaze, Wang Yunxiao felt his limbs getting heavier, his consciousness slipping involuntarily into deep darkness.
Is this... a dream?
Wang Yunxiao suddenly awoke, raising his head to see the boy transformed into a giant, lifting his foot to stomp him down.
Government Army, tier one Rampaging Colonel.
Geomancy Heretical Path, tier one Dream Wanderer!
Such an absurd combination was the first time Wang Yunxiao encountered, caught off guard and ensnared in their scheme, his consciousness forcibly dragged into a dream.
In the real world, his body still acted on battle instinct, trying to reclaim control of the spear.
Yet Ma Zhiqiu erupted with astounding combat will, gripping the spear impaled in his body, refusing to let go.
Underfoot, the rocks cracked inch by inch, countless debris flying apart.
"Zhu Zihang, Li Tianxing."
Wei Liuyun calmly issued orders, "Pin him down, don’t wake him."
Two figures leaped from the sky, pinning Wang Yunxiao from left and right. But as they exerted force, they both convulsed as if electrocuted, coughing blood as they staggered back, falling off the rocks.
"Zhang Meng, Fan Juzhou, up!"
"Then Wang Dahai, Li Wei!"
All those Wei Liuyun named were class leaders from various grades.
In an instant, he formed eight suicide squads of two people each, their sole purpose to exhaust Wang Yunxiao’s formidable killer intent as a physical presence.
"Faster, I can’t hold on..."
Ma Zhiqiu’s face paled rapidly, his voice growing weak, and this was less than ten seconds since he dragged Wang Yunxiao into a dream.
"How can a man say he can’t?"
"Wei Liuyun, your mother #￥%..."
On the Floating Battleship, Yu Tongxuan’s expression slightly eased.
Even General Zeng understood Wei Liuyun’s tactical intentions.
This was an exchange tactic.
Using their masters’ lives to deplete Wang Yunxiao’s unbelievable power.
Since numbers are an advantage, make the most of it!
Control your means of output, then bury you under a mountain of bodies.
Ming Country soldiers are never short of sacrificial spirit and desperate courage.
But even so...
"Forty percent."
Yu Tongxuan sighed, "Wei Liuyun’s strategic direction is correct, but he overlooked a fatal problem, though this isn’t his fault. After all, he had no prior intel on his opponent before this fight."
"Wang Yunxiao is a famously long-term combatant. Such attrition might not benefit them."
