Chapter 11688 — The Content of the Rotation Trial Was Always a Severe Test of an Instructor's Skill at Keeping the Situation Under Control, and Now Di Liankong and the Others

Beneath the mask, Monarch Song's expression turned serious to an unprecedented degree.

It was every bit as ferocious as before, but Wei Zhao's assault this time was plainly more targeted—he was gnawing relentlessly at the weakness of that single arm.

The pressure on Monarch Song spiked at once.

Wei Zhao found a moment to reply, "Can't help it. My strength is limited, so I can only put my brains to work."

He had no notion of winning by unfair means. Within the rules, one was entitled to use any means necessary—this was no children's game, after all.

Monarch Song gave a curt "hmph" and said nothing more.

But precisely because of this, his position grew even more passive.

After all, he was doing nothing but defending on one side, without the slightest intent to strike back—otherwise, even with Ye Yinxiao's battle song empowering Wei Zhao, the situation could never have come to this.

Only, a long defense must eventually fail.

Soon enough, the opportunity arose once more.

Di Liankong and the others all felt their eyes light up in unison.

This time it was not Di Liankong alone who sprang forth to snatch the kill—all of them seized the moment and struck together!

Before Wei Zhao could even bring out his third lightning flash, Monarch Song had already been swallowed by the attacks of that whole pack.

They were not even bothering to hide their greed anymore.

And yet Monarch Song remained utterly unharmed.

Di Liankong and the others could not help but look at one another in dismay.

They had schemed and calculated, and their timing could hardly have been better; even though Wei Zhao had been on his guard, deliberately holding back the lightning flash at the final instant, six of them—Di Liankong included—had launched a coordinated surprise attack, a display of force that could only be stronger, not weaker.

Not one of them was a simple character, after all.

Even if none could match Wei Zhao when taken one by one, they were by no means good for nothing—at most, like Ye Yinxiao, they each simply had their own specialty.

And yet even under such circumstances, Monarch Song still defended without a single crack, which genuinely left them at a loss.

"Those fools, thinking themselves so clever!"

Watching the scene from afar, Prince Di Xuan could not help but curse.

The players were blind, but he, a mere bystander, saw it all with perfect clarity.

Di Liankong's strategy of gathering a band for a joint ambush seemed, at first glance, to have no flaw other than its ugly greed—indeed, it even looked like a clever move.

But in truth, it was pure folly dressed up as cleverness.

Monarch Song had been testing them all along.

Had they been like Liu Han, so long as their performance passed muster, Monarch Song would surely have gone easy on them.

As things stood now, if Monarch Song were still to let them off, he would have to be outright brain-dead.

Were he in Monarch Song's place right now, not striking back directly to teach them a lesson would already count as immense magnanimity and great professional integrity.

Go easy on them? Easy on your ass.

It was easy to foresee: the more viciously Di Liankong's pack ambushed, the higher Monarch Song would raise the intensity, and the harder it would become to claim the True Mandate.

In a round of self-styled cleverness, Di Liankong and the others had all but hurled themselves onto the spearpoint, and the outcome was only to be expected.

Shi Wushuang glanced at him. "Didn't Senior Di just say he was proud of him? How did you suddenly go all fickle? I thought only us women were changeable—I never expected Senior Di to be the same. How稀奇."

"..."

The boomerang came back too fast, and for a moment Prince Di Xuan could not think how to retort.

The others around them were all stifling their laughter.

One of the higher-ups said, "What comes next tests Monarch Song's ability as an instructor. Who should be let through and who should not—he needs a clear rule for that."

The others nodded one after another.

After all, even Monarch Song could not eliminate all these people in one breath.

Otherwise the trial selection to follow could not be carried out at all.

Di Liankong and the others, however, still failed to realize this. Their only feeling at this moment was that this one-armed instructor was just too damn unsolvable.

So they once again chose collectively to lie low, planning to wait until Wei Zhao opened up another opportunity, and then rush out again to pluck the peach.

Their failure a moment ago, summed up from their perspective, came down to one point.

The ambush had not been sudden enough.

Their only worry now was that Wei Zhao might go on strike and refuse to work, leaving them to face the challenge head-on with gritted teeth.

Little did they know, that was in fact their most correct solution.

It was a pity that, being in the thick of it, not one of them thought of it at that moment.

Fortunately, Wei Zhao remained in the arena, showing no intention of giving up; his offensive did not weaken in the slightest—on the contrary, it grew fiercer still, and the scene became ever more perilous.

"Was he not going all out just now?"

The crowd stared, dumbstruck.

Wei Zhao's performance a moment ago had already set their hearts pounding, and they had even involuntarily begun to think that in the future they must never face this beast head-on.

If he still had strength in reserve even now, then in days to come, whenever they met Wei Zhao, they would truly have no choice but to go around him.

The high-ranking officials in the Academic Affairs Headquarters building outside the arena, however, saw it all clearly.

It was not that Wei Zhao was deliberately holding back strength—it was that Ye Yinxiao had switched battle songs for him.

Different battle songs produced different enhancement effects.

At Ye Yinxiao's current rank, the best she could master was an elementary battle song.

Even so, the enhancement it displayed on Wei Zhao was already visibly, brutally dominant.

Ye Yinxiao could not possibly produce a higher-tier intermediate battle song, and yet Wei Zhao's offensive had surged so markedly—that could only mean one thing.

This battle song was even more extreme than the last.

If the previous battle song had enhanced both offense and defense across the board, then this present one poured everything into a single point.

Speed.

At this moment, the crowd could no longer catch Wei Zhao's figure at all—they could barely grasp a few afterimages appearing at random.

Every one of them was well-traveled and knowledgeable, but a freak whose speed reached this level—especially without employing any other space-type ability—was something they were seeing for the first time.

Di Liankong and the others were instantly dumbfounded in unison.

For them to pluck the peach, the most important thing was to seize the precise moment.

But now they could not even catch Wei Zhao's figure; even probing with their divine sense yielded only a blur.

If they could not even make out how the exchange was going at this instant, how were they supposed to pluck the peach?

Yet Ye Yinxiao, one of the parties involved, felt her heart sink at this moment.

A battle song had its own perspective. True, she herself could not keep pace with Wei Zhao's rhythm, but through the feedback the battle song provided, she could still grasp the state of the battlefield at this moment.

Wei Zhao's speed was indeed pushed to the maximum.

But the problem was that he had still failed to shake off Monarch Song.

To be precise, Monarch Song had still kept up with his rhythm.

Against an opponent as watertight as Monarch Song, the best way to find a flaw was to use speed to break slowness—to force his rhythm to blow apart.

Once the rhythm fell into disorder, the true flaw would naturally appear. (End of Chapter)