Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1198 - 11: Witch Boy and Back-Hill Strongman (Part 2)
No one has ever heard of a scumbag Sea King balancing eight ships, making eight wives intimate, and still managing to cultivate the Garrison Soldiers Dharma Gate while pursuing a military career.
The Garrison Soldiers are adept at combat, yet not stuck in ancient traditions or obsessed with progress in melee using cold weapons.
War inherently utilizes all tools to the utmost; whatever weapon has greater power advantageous to battle will be used, and whatever tactic causes the most damage to the enemy will be employed.
The problem, however, is that as technology advances, the weapons and tactics of modern battlefields are beginning to transcend the understanding of ordinary people.
An ordinary person holding a knife can kill if they have the courage.
Yet, to command a modern navy warship in battle, at least four years at the Naval Academy are needed to learn various advanced military theories, principles of mechanical engineering, geography and hydrology... numerous specialized subjects, failing even one is not an option.
Without this foundational professional knowledge, one would not know where the steering wheel or throttle is even if they boarded the ship.
Garrison Soldiers could not possibly be disinterested in such specialized knowledge, but interest doesn’t equate to the ability to learn it.
Gao Lingfeng has used this trick of the Seven Nails Arrows Book to trap numerous classmates, achieving countless victories with none escaping its effects.
The only counter to his trick is the exceptional dual cultivation of Garrison Soldier and Advisor, exemplified by Wei Liuyun. If the knowledge instilled is already well mastered by the individual, it loses all power.
But Wang Yunxiao is just a freshman who had only been enrolled for a short time.
What Gao Lingfeng implanted in his mind was a cutting-edge military technology study report that was theoretically discussed at the Naval Academy but not yet intended for practical application.
This is called radar.
A military device that transmits and receives high-frequency electromagnetic waves to detect enemy warships at long distances via the Doppler effect.
On one hand, the current scientific and technological accumulation by the Navy has not yet reached the standard for experimental production of prototypes.
On the other hand, there is no place where this device can currently be effectively used.
If Wang Yunxiao shows the slightest interest in this radar technology, he will drown in a sea of knowledge, overwhelmed by extensive related information.
Of course, if it were only these, it would be far from enough.
Since it’s called the Seven Nails Arrows Book, it has to be nailed seven times to complete a course.
Gao Lingfeng gritted his teeth, took out several prepared nails, and successively nailed them onto the straw figure before him.
Floating engine iteration and upgrade plan
Chemistry of explosives
Radio communication
Cryptography
Aerodynamics
Underwater vessel design...
"Ahhhhh——!"
With each nail driven in, Wang Yunxiao clutched his head, erupting in agonizing roars.
His brain was about to explode!
Get out of my head! I don’t want to learn this stuff!
Yet, this was mere lip service betraying his true desires.
Human curiosity is universal, albeit with different preferences.
Just like every benefit, scandalous picture, and brainless screenshot hauled in by group members, who can resist at least taking a peek?
A myriad of knowledge poured into his mind in an instant, completely occupying what little thought processes Wang Yunxiao had left.
I don’t want to learn! At least not now!
Get out! Return my mind to one untainted by this jumble of information!
Gao Lingfeng drove in seven nails in one go, sweating profusely and with limbs going numb; utilizing such divine skills also placed a significant burden on him.
Yet it still wasn’t over.
Wei Liuyun, to buy time, had sacrificed himself, and his fate remained uncertain as he plunged into the sea. Without his leadership, it meant that the other classes were leaderless.
If Wang Yunxiao recovered first, it would turn into a one-sided slaughter!
At this moment, Gao Lingfeng’s task was not only to unleash the Seven Nails Arrows Book but also to realign the formations of each class, seizing the moment to deliver a decisive blow to Wang Yunxiao and put an end to this ridiculous affair tonight.
"Follow my command! Reform the array!"
Gao Lingfeng wasted not a moment, as he regained command, he placed his hands in his mouth, drawing blood with his tongue to paint three battle lines on each cheek, transforming his aura instantly.
The Divination Child isn’t a purely remote casting profession.
The Southern coastal regions of Fujian and Guangdong practice spirit-mediumship, rooted in ancient "shaman" traditions, essentially communicating with deities through a human vessel.
The title of Divination Child evolved from these practices.
However, those regarded today as mediums are mostly recent practitioners, their Taoism scarcely spanning a millennium.
More than a millennium ago, shamans revered the heavens above and honored the earth below!
Three blood-red battle lines lit up on Gao Lingfeng’s cheeks, making his visage bizarre and menacing.
This isn’t mediumship but ancient exorcism practices!
In ancient times, shamans donned ceremonial masks, imitating the spirits to cleanse plagues and filth, and harmonize the Yin Yang seasons.
"Eee-yah——!"
Gao Lingfeng yelled bizarrely, flailing rhythmically as the students within his formation began stamping the ground in sync under his command.
The drumbeats echoing ancient primordial chaos struck fear into Wang Yunxiao’s heart; he barely lifted his head to see a flash of green light with Gao Lingfeng charging right at him.
His mind rang with the nagging voices of a hundred instructors, and Wang Yunxiao could hardly focus, relying on sheer reflex to lift his spear and block the azure-glowing spear in Gao Lingfeng’s hand.
At that moment, a metaphorical bulldozer collided head-on in reality.
As weapons clashed, the blood-red mecha flew backward over a hundred meters, shattering countless boulders along the way.
Gao Lingfeng followed as a streak of blue light.
The monstrous blood wave, struck by the blue light, cleared visibly, purging its foul stench to release an aroma of fresh grass and woods.
In the primordial ancient era, shamans presided over the four seasons.
Spring’s Goumang
Summer’s Zhurong
Autumn’s Roushou
Winter’s Xuanming
Gao Lingfeng, with the Rampaging Colonel Divine Skill, led the students in an ancient exorcism dance invoking the wood of the Five Elements and the spring of the four seasons, channeling the dawn and birth’s Goumang power.
The rising morning sun, its brilliance illuminating the earth’s rebirth, perfectly counters the overwhelming blood sea summoned by Blood Slaughter.
The immense purification power suppressed the blood sea’s enhancement on Wang Yunxiao to the utmost.
The blood-red mecha retreated continuously, falling into the sea, as a dot of azure light pierced through, parting the waters toward his chest.
It was about to pierce the mecha’s chest, but just as the spearhead reached the mecha’s outer shell, it was firmly parried by the spear.
The surrounding parted waters rolled back, engulfing the two completely in the sea.
"How many chances do we have now?"
Aboard the floating battleship, General Zeng exhaled a long breath.
Wang Yunxiao’s formidable combat prowess was certainly exciting, but if the Naval Academy couldn’t field anyone to stand against him, it wouldn’t reflect well on the Navy.
Up till now, whether it was Ma Zhiqiu, Wei Liuyun, or Gao Lingfeng’s performance, they were commendable, showcasing discipline and bravery, confirming that naval training was on par.
Seeing this, General Zeng felt the night had been thrilling enough.
As for Wang Yunxiao... this kid was indeed arrogant, deserving of it. To achieve such feats must leave none at school contesting his abilities.
So... should it be enough?
"Forty percent."
"Why is it still forty?"
Yu Tongxuan shook his head, saying, "Gao Lingfeng has already spotted the issue, but it’s unclear if Wei Liuyun has realized it. Both sides aren’t looking to end the fight quickly; they’re heading for a second round."
After all, it’s an internal clash of the Garrison Soldiers.
There’s no easy end until the blood runs dry.
No sooner had he spoken, a massive figure on the beach slowly rose, resembling a mountain in stature from a distance.
In five minutes, Wei Bao had rested and seized the moment Wang Yunxiao was knocked into the sea to reveal the primordial true form of the Back-Hill Strongman.
As a blue streak shot out of the sea, Gao Lingfeng fell broken-handed, blood spilling as he conceded.
The giant roared, taking a stride to cross a hundred meters, extending a steam train-length arm to grasp the blood-red mecha from the seabed, clenching it in his fist, and hurling it full-force into the nearby cliff.
Standing at an imposing 150 meters tall, the cliff of lunar rock was cleaved in half by this punch!
The warm-up was over, and the second round was about to begin in earnest.
