Chapter 282
Ying Bing, dressed in a long feathered robe, sat amidst the wind and snow, her cool beauty adding a finishing touch to the scene of the first snowfall.
She gently placed her piece on the chessboard, exuding an air of calm and strategic prowess.
Across from her, Zhong Ling stared blankly, her lips parted, white mist billowing from her head and mouth.
Had she lost her soul?
“Just now, Zhong Ling asked Ying Bing how many soldiers she could command.”
Qu Sheng lowered his eyelids slightly, his hand trembling.
“What did she say?”
“The more, the better.”
“.....”
Classmate Li, taken aback, felt as if struck by lightning, his tactical mind reeling.
Qu Sheng couldn’t help but chuckle.
It seemed the chemistry between these two young people was indeed beyond doubt.
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PS: There’s more to come, but it might be a bit late. Little Pu Jie has a slight fever.
I’d appreciate some support in advance, heh heh~
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**Chapter 306: Creating History, Forging the Inner Realm!**
“Lost again.”
After much internal struggle, Zhong Ling finally let her piece slip from her fingertips, realizing the outcome of the game.
In truth, she had been doomed fifty moves ago; every step thereafter was merely guidance from her opponent before the inevitable defeat.
At that moment, Zhong Ling deeply understood why this sixteen-year-old girl could overshadow the formidable Li Mo, rising to the top ten of the Qianlong List and being hailed as a fairy.
“Um...”
Zhong Ling was about to speak.
“Did I win?”
But she noticed Classmate Li had somehow crept up behind Ying Bing, intently staring at the chessboard, his face uncomfortably close to her ear.
The cold fairy, who strategized with an air of despair, instinctively shrank her neck.
She definitely hadn’t misread the situation!
Ying Bing’s fingers trembled slightly, a black piece sliding off the board.
Yet she still spoke coolly, “Yes, let’s have a chat with Zhong Ling.”
Li Mo tilted his head, “Aren’t we discussing military formations through chess?”
“How do you know...”
Ying Bing paused, surprised.
“Commander Qu said you command the formations, the more the better. Zhong Ling was left questioning her life after you defeated her.”
“.....”
Ying Bing cast a glance at Zhong Ling beside her, “She’s not bad. If I let her have seven or eight pieces, she might not lose.”
Zhong Ling: “..... You flatter me.”
“So impressive?!”
Li Mo could tell from Zhong Ling’s expression that it was true. He then scrutinized the chessboard seriously, giving Ying Bing a thumbs-up, which earned him a light glare from the cold fairy.
He didn’t understand Go at all.
But the emotional value was undeniable.
“Then I’ll leave my men from the Qingmu Camp under Ying’s command.”
Qu Sheng presented his command flag.
“Let’s see how many soldiers we can manage?”
“Ten should be fine; we can increase it based on the situation later.”
Li Mo glanced at the long spears standing like a forest below, a thought of a true man rising within him, feeling every cell in his body buzzing with excitement.
He couldn’t tell if it was pure battle spirit or a hint of nervousness.
“Starting with ten?” Qu Sheng raised an eyebrow.
The other commanders exchanged glances; the strongest among them had already reached the third level of the Inner Realm, yet even accommodating a single unit of soldiers was a challenge the first time.
To bear the weight of thousands of troops alone was no easy feat.
But Ying Bing took the command flag, her gaze steady as she looked at Li Mo, “Go ahead, just do your best.”
“!”
Classmate Li suddenly felt he didn’t need to overthink it.
Someone was backing him up.
So he strode confidently into the formation, and soon, the seven mysterious pills in his dantian began to vibrate, a phantom of a monkey appearing behind him, its eyes seemingly ablaze with golden fire.
Li Mo called out loudly:
“Are there any brothers willing to help me form the array?”
“Count me in!”
“Li Shaoxia is so generous; how could we let him down!”
“Serving as soldiers in Li Shaoxia’s formation? Hahaha, we’ll have stories to tell when we drink later!”
The squad leaders, not wanting to be left behind, rushed to respond, eager to secure their positions, not just to gather ten soldiers.
In the end, those who remained by Classmate Li’s side were the most elite of the ten-man leaders.
“Move!”
As the command flag fluttered above.
Ying Bing began to familiarize herself with the methods of commanding soldiers while applying the military formation techniques she had just learned from Zhong Ling.
One principle understood, countless principles become clear.
The military formation was a form of martial arts, albeit one that could only be executed by many.
Under her command, the thousand-man formation resembled a finely-tuned machine made of people.
“This is the power of the military formation?”
In an instant, Li Mo felt a surge of power within him.
The little figure in his dantian, the Taiyin divine pattern and the stone monkey divine pattern both lit up.
The energy of countless warriors was continuously channeled into the heart of the formation, refined by his consciousness, merging with his body.
“It’s somewhat similar to accommodating the power of the world, but not quite the same; it carries more of a killing intent, a martial spirit.”
“Would achieving the pinnacle of martial prowess yield such an effect?”
Li Mo felt a rush of vitality, his thoughts stirring.
Boom—
A massive coral stone crashed into the arena, a gift from Guo Jing in gratitude for saving her life, though Little Li insisted on trading for it.
“Whale Breath Coral? Such a large piece is rare.”
“Is Li Shaoxia trying to test his attack strength?”
“Wow, he’s completely absorbed the power of ten formations; he’s got the makings of a great general, doesn’t he? This is unprecedented!”
“The cold fairy’s command of the military formation is terrifying as well.”
The commanders watched this scene unfold.
“According to ancient legends, there was a tyrant who bore the weight of the heavens, and by sixteen, he was already a match for thousands. I wonder if Brother Li can achieve that?” Zhong Zhenyue murmured, gazing below.
“I wonder where his limits lie.”
Qu Sheng glanced at Ying Bing, then at Li Mo, murmuring:
“But it’s definitely not now.”
Boom—
Accompanied by the phantom of Wu Zhiqi pounding its chest.
The whale breath coral exploded with a thunderous sound as it hit the ground, sending tremors through the earth, its color rippling like water, staining thirty percent of the coral stone.
Purple!
This indicated that Li Mo’s casual strike, without employing any martial arts, was already comparable to the Inner Realm.
“Not enough!”
Li Mo felt the increasingly solid phantom of Wu Zhiqi, his voice booming across the training ground.
“How many more formations?”
Qu Sheng shouted.
Ying Bing lowered her gaze, locking eyes with Li Mo.
“Thirty formations!” ×2
They spoke in unison.
“Adding thirty formations at once?”
The arena fell silent, the soldiers believing they had misheard.
Qu Sheng took a deep breath, vaguely guessing what the young pair intended:
“First battalion, second battalion, third battalion, step forward in order.”
“Understood!”
Three thousand soldiers, moving in perfect unison, began to prepare to form the array.
“Uncle Qu, isn’t thirty formations a bit too ambitious all at once?!”
Zhong Zhenyue asked, his face showing concern.
Zhong Ling looked at the armored soldiers below, also feeling incredulous.
That was four thousand men!
Wait...
Qu Sheng felt a rush of heat in the cold weather, his voice trembling:
“You don’t understand what they’re doing; they’re creating history, the history of military formations!”
“Creating history?” Zhong Zhenyue was bewildered.
Zhong Ling looked at Ying Bing, who had released the command flag, its color shifting like the dawn, suddenly recalling that this cold fairy had once said.
Wind, forest, fire, and mountain, complementing each other.
“She wants to simulate a battlefield with forty formations, using four thousand soldiers to construct the Inner Realm for Li Mo?!”
“Forging the Inner Realm with soldiers?!”
Zhong Zhenyue felt a sudden rush of dizziness.
No one had ever done this before; perhaps someone had, but no one had succeeded.
What kind of talent could conceive such an idea? What kind of timing, location, and human factors would it take to turn theory into reality?
Zhong Zhenyue’s heart raced; he knew what this meant.
If successful, the history of military strategy would likely be rewritten.
Whoosh—
Ying Bing’s beautiful eyes resembled a mirror of ice, reflecting the youthful vigor of the boy in the formation as she lightly waved her hand, stirring the clouds.
The aura of the phoenix changed color, transforming into a swift azure.
“Wind!”
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PS: There’s been a lot of flu going around lately, so everyone take care of your health! Little Pu Jie is going to take a hot bath and see if he feels better tomorrow. Good night, mwah~
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**Chapter 307: The Power of the Inner Realm, Perfecting the Seventy-Two Transformations**
The colors of the dawn swirled, dazzling and magnificent, like rainbows descending to earth.
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