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This battle had already transcended the "Academy Competition." The choice of battlefield was dramatic, as both Dawn and Zuo Dao independently selected a plain terrain.
No one was surprised by Dawn's decision; there was no other terrain that could better facilitate the attack of his two Thousand War Department units.
However, Zuo Dao's choice left everyone puzzled. At that moment, the cultivators could only think that Yan Zhen still had fighting strength left. If that were true, it would certainly be enough to give Dawn a run for his money.
Once they entered the battlefield, Dawn's emotions stabilized. It was a moment of calm, for no one could have anticipated what his greatest strength truly was.
The War Soul Master was not merely a profession; it held an extraordinary status. Especially on the battlefield, the appearance of a War Soul Master could rival ten Robbery Realm experts, and in some cases, could be worth a hundred or even a thousand—far from mere myth.
The area of this plain was vast, so much so that neither side's cultivators could see each other with the naked eye. Although the battlefield was a mutual choice, its location had been determined by Luo Huaxing. While he couldn't provide absolute favoritism, reducing the advantage gap between both sides was not difficult for him.
Aside from a few cultivators who were very close to the battlefield, the rest were watching from beside the Water Screen. At this point, not only had the Water Screen increased significantly in number, but its area had also expanded several times. Its clarity allowed these cultivators to see even the ants on the battlefield clearly.
Dawn's formation was simple; the "return" formation had nothing remarkable about it. Zuo Dao also set up a very ordinary formation—perhaps it couldn't even be called a formation.
The cultivators by the Water Screen only saw a hammer-shaped formation, and it was irregular at that.
There were also War Soul Masters present outside the field. To them, it seemed like these two were merely playing a friendly game. If this continued, there would be no excitement because it was too ordinary. They even thought that with just a hundred-man squad, they could easily wipe out both sides—provided Dawn did not engage and Yan Zhen did not draw his sword.
Even though they couldn't see each other, a sense of spiritual awareness allowed both to detect each other's positions simultaneously.
Two immense wills to fight collided in the air above the plain.
Like fire and ice, Zuo Dao matched Dawn's War Department with an imposing force of fewer than three hundred men.
The burst of fighting spirit in mid-air acted like an invisible blade, cleaving through patches of green grass on the ground and exposing their yellow roots beneath.
A fierce battle intent surged through the air!
Both sides felt a chill in their hearts.
Dawn had not expected that Zuo Dao was also a War Soul Master, and of a considerable level at that. Without a formal confrontation, he could not truly gauge the opponent's strength.
However, Zuo Dao, with his powerful Celestial Soul, quickly discerned Dawn's true power—Master of the Eternal Calamity Realm Battle Soul. It turned out that all along, the opponent had been concealing his strength.
Zuo Dao let out a cold laugh, suddenly reminded of a line from an action movie in his past life: So hiding one's skills can lead to depreciation!
No matter how formidable you are as the Mirror of Endless Tribulations, or how impressive your title as a War Soul Master may be, you are still just a target for me to train my troops.
"Seven Disciples, it's up to you now. I'm going to take a nap," he said, pulling out a tent from his Storage Ring and beckoning the Three Women and Yan Zhen to step inside.
The cultivators outside were momentarily stunned. What was going on? Was he really going to sleep before the fight even began? Seven people against Luo Thousand's War Department? Were these seven even stronger than the previous five? Countless questions formed a massive question mark in the minds of the cultivators.
Luo Huaxing shook his head and muttered, "I can't see through this."
Among the two War Departments of Thousand, what Dawn valued most were the three War Soul teams he had personally trained. This was his true trump card; this was what he truly held.
The square formation slowly advanced, while Zuo Dao's side, after receiving their orders, immediately sprang into action. With "Do Not Delay" as their spearhead, they charged forward.
As both sides moved forward, they subtly adjusted their formations to maximize their lethality upon contact.
Outside the arena, War Soul Masters finally noticed the changes in Dawn's Cross Formation, and one of them suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
"The Great Cycle is the Great Cycle. Ah, the director is still a War Soul Master!"
There is a commonality in the term, but the Cross Formation and the Great Circular Formation are definitely two extremes. A War Soul Master can deploy a Cross Formation, while only those above the rank of War Soul Master can manipulate the Great Circular Formation; anyone below that level shouldn't even think about it.
Every twenty individuals form a Cross Formation, while two thousand create a massive Cross Formation. Dawn hovered high above the battle array, commanding the entire War Department.
The Seven Unruly Disciples whipped up a whirlwind as they charged into the enemy camp. Dawn frowned at this scene. Another solo breakthrough?
"Form a defensive line in front; the rest will conduct indiscriminate long-range attacks to intercept the enemy."
Commands were transmitted to each captain and every team member through some unknown means.
Soon, the momentum of the Seven Disciples began to wane. Thousands of attacks came thick and fast, none of them accurately landing on the group; they merely surrounded the Seven People with relentless assaults.
All maneuvers—changes in direction, charges, retreats—were affected. At times, the Seven People even found themselves charging directly into dense attacks.
Luo Huaxing's expression shifted slightly. Dawn's tactics were ruthlessly effective; although he never directly attacked his opponents, he had them firmly trapped. Unless one stopped and became a live target, they would be forced to keep running for their lives.
This was true "interception." Indeed, worthy of being called a War Soul Master. Just from this point alone, it was evident how perilous the situation was for the Seven Disciples.
Every cultivator from the War Department participating in this battle had experienced no less than ten battles on the Outer Battlefield. Dawn knew these individuals like the back of his hand; every command he issued could be executed with maximum efficiency. Although he harbored an attitude of wanting to annihilate the entire opposing force, there was still a hint of reluctance in his heart.
In an instant, the Seven Disciples had evaded countless attacks. Do Not Delay's clothing was already somewhat disheveled, yet their gaze remained resolute. The other six were no different; they all shared one singular purpose in their hearts.
To break through.
Finally, through the relentless persistence of the Seven Disciples, both sides entered each other's line of sight. Dawn was taken aback by how difficult these seven individuals were to deal with; even under such density, they managed to push this far. Truly deserving of their title, especially the seamless coordination among the Seven People.
Others might not know, but Dawn was well aware that there were several moments when what seemed like certain death was averted by the opponent. Judging solely by the performance of the Seven People, Dawn felt that the Squad beneath him was nothing but trash.
The countless spectators at Water Screen were left in shock, especially those so-called War Soul Masters, who looked as if their souls had been snatched away.
"This is impossible! It can't be done! How could they reach this level unless all Seven People are War Soul Masters?"
Those who heard this nearly fainted. Typically, it was hard to find even one master; yet here was Zuo Dao producing seven at once and using them as combat personnel. Usually, the Squad and War Department treated War Soul Masters like treasures during battles, guarding them fiercely and risking their own lives to ensure their safety.
Wherever the Seven Disciples passed, chaos ensued. Countless roots were turned up, bearing traces of fire burns, flooding, and freezing. Yet among the Seven People, aside from slightly disheveled clothing, not a single person bore any injuries.
Behind Zuo Dao's tent, members of the Ten Snow Squad watched this scene unfold. They could think of nothing but admiration. If they were in that position, there would be no explanation other than total annihilation.
At that moment, the advance speed of the Seven Disciples suddenly increased dramatically. Above the Seven People, a shield-like air wall began to form. All attacks that struck it sank into it like stones in the ocean, creating not even a ripple.
"Is it One Breath Formation?" Dawn wondered uncertainly; after all, in the world of War Soul Masters, there were countless battle formations, and not every formation was known to him.
One Breath Formation was a defensive array designed to channel all incoming attacks into the ground. The key to this formation lay with those in the Formation. As long as they could withstand it, this formation was invincible; however, it had one drawback: it could not move.
But watching the Seven People darting swiftly and striking from different angles made Dawn doubt again. He never expected Zuo Dao would improve upon this formation and turn it into a unique battle strategy—Roaming the Earth.
With powerful defense combined with agile movement, this created an unsolvable situation unless someone's attack power exceeded the total capacity that the Seven People could withstand. But that became another joke. When Zuo Dao struck, how could there be anything inferior?
The Seven People charged across the battlefield like a high-speed war chariot. This was orchestrated by You Do Not See; after pushing forward to a certain distance with all their might, they would then use Roaming the Earth to strike directly at the enemy's center before they even had time to react.
The various transformations of the Cross Formation were well understood by the Seven Disciples. Although this was the Great Circular Formation, the essence remained unchanged despite variations; it was still fundamentally a Cross Formation.
There was only one way to break through the formation: to charge into the enemy's center, for that was where the entire battle array's defense and offense were weakest, as there were the fewest people there. It was a simple principle, yet it had stumped countless individuals.
"You Do Not See" aimed to simplify complexity.
At this moment, Do Not Delay had already transformed into a Humanoid Tyrannosaurus, unleashing his full combat power. All attacks directed at him were neutralized by an invisible force. Ordinary attacks no longer posed any threat to the Seven Disciples.
Dawn was not in a hurry; he quietly calculated and arranged his strategies. If this battle resulted in excessive losses, it would reflect poorly on him. Now that his identity as a War Soul Master had been exposed, he could not afford any mistakes.
"Team One, engage the enemy!"
The first direct confrontation since the battle began finally commenced.
A squad of twenty Black-Clad Monks broke away from the main force and charged toward the Seven Disciples. Soon after, other squads filled in the gaps. This was also the first time since the battle began that Dawn displayed an advantage; having more people was indeed beneficial.
As Team One made their entrance, they surged straight toward the Seven Disciples. As a squad meticulously crafted by Dawn, each member possessed strength at the Hundred Tribulations Realm, and their movements were synchronized with a clear objective.
Thus, Do Not Delay faced his first crisis since the battle began.
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