18: Chapter 18 Zero Losses, the Immortal Martial Legion's Dimensional Devastation

The auditorium was dead silent.

Everyone stared with wide eyes at the one-sided crushing defeat on the light screen.

Wang Jincheng's three hundred Lightning Spell Citizens had already been scattered into several pieces, unable to look after each other front and rear.

Wang Pingan's Martial Dao Citizens rushed to the very front, with fine steel heavy armor protecting their whole bodies, and every swing of their rune longswords carried fierce Sword Qi.

They did not pursue a one-hit kill, but instead gathered in groups of three or five, surrounding a small group of Lightning Spell Citizens to jointly strangle them.

The Cultivation Citizens in the rear row cooperated closely.

They did not rush forward, but stood in the back, continuously releasing Sword Qi to interfere.

Whenever any Lightning Spell Citizens attempted to condense lightning strikes to counterattack, a few streaks of Sword Qi would always fly over first, interrupting the spellcasting rhythm.

Wang Jincheng's Lightning Spell Citizens possessed a burst of power, but didn't even have the opportunity to make a move.

"What kind of fight is this!" Someone in the auditorium couldn't help speaking out, "Wang Jincheng's lightning Spells can't be brought into play at all!"

"The equipment gap is too huge. Iron swords cannot break through heavy armor, and leather armor cannot withstand Sword Qi. How is this still supposed to be fought?"

"And Wang Pingan's citizens cooperate too well. The Martial Dao front row resists pressure, and the Cultivation rear row interferes. They've obviously practiced this many times!"

The invigilator stood at the front of the auditorium, watching the combat situation on the light screen and nodding slightly.

This was no longer a simple resource gap; this was the crushing of civilization Systems and tactical literacy.

Wang Pingan's Immortal Martial Legion had clearly undergone strict training, with clear division of labor and tacit cooperation, far from being comparable to the single-element burst genre of Wang Jincheng.

Beside the sandbox, Wang Jincheng's expression was solemn.

"Lightning Spell Citizens, don't scatter! Gather together and cast Thunderstorm Spell!" He lowered his voice to issue the divine oracle.

Thunderstorm Spell was the basic area-of-effect Spell of lightning magic, featuring area damage and decent power, with its only shortcoming being the long condensation time, making it easy to interrupt.

But if he didn't fight with everything he had now, his Lightning Spell Citizens would touch the casualty bottom line.

The remaining two hundred plus Lightning Spell Citizens barely gathered together and began to jointly condense the thunderstorm.

Purple electric arcs intertwined in the air, gathering thicker and thicker, and soon formed a huge electric ball with a diameter of three meters. Inside the electric ball, thunder roared, and the coercion caused the sandbox ground to begin trembling.

Wang Pingan looked at that thunderstorm electric ball, and the divine oracle fell.

"The whole army retreats fifty steps. Cultivation Citizens, prepare the Spell-Breaking Sword Array."

The five hundred citizens obeyed orders strictly; the Martial Dao Citizens raised their shields and retreated, and the Cultivation Citizens quickly withdrew their swords and formed hand seals.

Three hundred Cultivation Citizens stood in three rows, their rune longswords pointing forward simultaneously, and the spiritual light on the sword bodies soared greatly.

Wang Jincheng stared intently at the sandbox.

"Release!"

The thunderstorm electric ball shot out abruptly, smashing toward Wang Pingan's military formation with an earth-shattering Aura.

Wherever the electric ball passed, the air was ionized into blue-purple, and the sandbox ground was plowed into a charred gully.

Someone in the auditorium cried out in surprise.

If this strike hit solidly, even if the front-row Martial Dao Citizens wore heavy armor, a large swath of them would be blasted away.

Wang Pingan's expression remained unchanged.

"Release."

Three hundred streaks of Sword Qi shot out simultaneously, intertwining in the air into a huge sword net that met the thunderstorm electric ball head-on.

At the moment when Sword Qi and lightning collided, the entire sandbox trembled violently.

The blinding light made everyone in the auditorium close their eyes, and the roaring sound made people's eardrums ache.

The smoke and dust dispersed.

The thunderstorm electric ball was torn into fragments by the sword net, and the lightning scattered and dissolved.

And that sword net also dimmed, with most of the Sword Qi consumed, yet it did not completely dissipate.

Wang Pingan's Cultivation Citizens raised their hands again, and the remaining Sword Qi condensed into dozens of streams of light, directly slashing towards the Lightning Spell Citizens who had just finished releasing the thunderstorm and were in a weakened state.

Muffled groans rang out one after another.

[The System prompt sounded.]

[The enemy casualty reached one-fifth, the Nova Assessment pre-protection mechanism was triggered, and the match was forcibly ended.]

Wang Jincheng looked at his most elite batch of citizens falling down, his expression dimming.

He lost.

From the moment the equipment gap was widened, he had already lost.

No matter how strong lightning Spells were in the early stage, they couldn't withstand the equipment crushing plus tactical cooperation.

His citizens couldn't even break through the opponent's defense, what could they use to fight?

Sandbox deduction ended.

The settlement screen popped up on the light screen.

[Wang Pingan wins.]

[Friendly casualties: Zero.]

[Enemy casualties: Sixty.]

Deafening cheers erupted in the auditorium.

"Wang Pingan won! He routed the lightning Spell legion with zero casualties!"

"The gap is just too huge; Wang Jincheng's lightning Spells were not brought into play at all!"

"Equipment, tactics, cooperation—all-round crushing, and this is only the fifth day of Awakening!"

Wang Jincheng's consciousness phantom stood in the sandbox, looking at the unscathed Immortal Martial Legion opposite, with a complex expression.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to save face, but found his throat dry and didn't know how to speak for a moment.

Wang Pingan's consciousness phantom looked at him calmly.

"Thanks for letting me win, Brother Jincheng."

These five words carried no mocking meaning, but to Wang Jincheng, they sounded exceptionally heavy.

He took a deep breath, severed the consciousness connection, stood up from the sandbox deduction table, cupped his hands toward Wang Pingan, and walked briskly out of the auditorium.

The discussions of his classmates came from behind, every single word striking his nerves.

"Wang Jincheng lost, and it was a disastrous defeat."

"A direct descendant of the main lineage losing to someone from a branch lineage, this face is thoroughly lost."

"Wang Pingan is too strong. It's only the fifth day, and his Immortal Martial Legion has already taken shape."

Wang Jincheng walked out of the auditorium, leaned against the corridor wall, and let out a long breath of turbid air.

He was unwilling to accept this.

Since he was a child, he had been the most outstanding among his peers.

A direct descendant of the main lineage, A-grade talent, a rare special building like the Thunder Pool, focused cultivation by the Family, and everyone revolved around him.

Yet today, he was defeated head-on by a cousin who rose from a branch lineage, in front of all teachers and students of the school.

"I was too impatient." Wang Jincheng clenched his fists, his tone revealing reflection, "Relying solely on lightning Spell bursts without the support of equipment and battle arrays means being passively beaten when encountering a structured legion."

He remembered what his father had said.

"Pingan is a child with high talent, and the Family will definitely cultivate him with focus. As his older cousin, you should take care of him more and learn more from him."

Learn? Yes, he had to learn.

Learn how the opponent maximized the conversion of resources into combat power.

Wang Jincheng loosened his fists, his gaze turning resilient once again.

He would never admit defeat.

He lost this time, but next time he would definitely win it back.

As a descendant of the Wang Family's main lineage, this little setback couldn't crush him.

Wang Jincheng turned around and walked toward the main lineage residential area.

He was going back into seclusion, to make his Lightning Spell Citizens accelerate their formation, to buy better equipment, and to honorably reclaim his face in the next showdown.