Chapter 265 Simulated Military Training

Su Ze stood on the platform, looking down at the crowd: "Now, it is time to test the results."

He raised his hand and tapped a few times on the virtual panel.

"Assessment Mode: Team Defensive Counterattack."

"Monster Type: Supernatural Entity."

"Difficulty Setting: Normal."

"Start."

As the command was issued, the entire scene in the Simulation Training Ground instantly distorted and changed.

The originally spacious and bright venue suddenly darkened, and gray mist rose all around.

Immediately after, piercing ghostly shrieks came from all directions.

Dense, semi-transparent Supernatural Entities emerged from the mist, baring fangs and brandishing claws as they pounced toward the ten phalanxes.

"Don't panic!" Wang Meng's rough voice exploded in front of the Third Floor phalanx. "Do as I taught you, don't stop the Spirit Guarding Incantation! Hold your peach wood swords steady! Whoever dares to take a single step back, I'll chop them down first!"

The Third Floor phalanx consisted entirely of burly men.

Facing the overwhelming number of Supernatural Entities, although their formation was somewhat scattered by the impact, not a single person retreated.

They loudly chanted the Spirit Guarding Incantation, bracing themselves against the mental shock of the Supernatural Entities.

Their uniform peach wood swords stabbed forward in unison.

These men were naturally strong, and with the peach wood swords' restraint against the Supernatural Entities, they managed to stabilize their position and even began to press forward against the swarm of Supernatural Entities.

Su Ze stood on the high platform, watching the Third Floor's performance, and nodded slightly.

"Wang Meng is quick-witted," Su Ze said, turning his head to Jiang Yuwan. "He knows his people can't handle complex tactics, so he just uses the simplest and most brutal fighting style."

Jiang Yuwan pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, looking at the peach wood sword in every person's hand below, and chuckled. "The cost is not small. With thousands of peach wood swords, he probably emptied the Third Floor's supply reserves and his own private savings."

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained." Su Ze withdrew his gaze. "He is determined to win the reward for first place."

His gaze shifted to the other side.

The Ninth Floor phalanx led by Chen Xueming had a completely different style.

Most of them were Research Personnel and production-type members, whose physiques were clearly not comparable to those burly men on the Third Floor.

Facing the Supernatural Entities pouncing on their faces, many were panicked and clumsy, using their skills in a flustered manner.

However, the ghostly sounds and mental shocks emitted by those Supernatural Entities had a slightly weaker effect on them.

"The members of the Ninth Floor generally have higher intelligence and spirit attributes," Jiang Yuwan noted, watching the scene. "Since the Supernatural Entities' attack methods are mental, it counts as an attribute advantage."

Chen Xueming stood at the very front, pushing up his glasses and shouting: "Don't panic! Keep your distance! Use skills to wear them down!"

Although their speed of killing monsters was as slow as a snail crawling, relying on their attribute advantage, the Ninth Floor phalanx managed to hold their ground steadily.

Right next to the Ninth Floor was the all-female team led by Liu Yuanfang from the Fourth Floor.

Faced with the ferocious-looking Supernatural Entities, the group of female players screamed one after another.

"What are you screaming for! Save your energy for skills!" Liu Yuanfang's expression was tense. "Prepare the Soul-Shaking Roar! Release!"

The members activated the Soul-Shaking Roar simultaneously.

A huge sonic wave exploded in front of the phalanx, directly shaking the hundreds of Supernatural Entities rushing at the front, causing their forms to dissipate and freeze in place.

"Take advantage of this, another wave!"

Su Ze watched this scene and raised an eyebrow.

He hadn't held high expectations for the all-female team, only intending for them to guard the Dormitory and act as an internal security team to protect their own women and manage the supply warehouse.

He didn't expect Liu Yuanfang to actually train this group of women well.

Playing to their strengths and avoiding weaknesses, abandoning strength-based training, it could be said that their approach was similar to the Ninth Floor's team, and it seemed the effect was quite good.

By comparison, the performance of the phalanx led by Xu Feng could be called art.

"First team, hold the shields! Second team, flank from the sides! Third team, prepare for area coverage!"

Xu Feng stood on high ground, his voice steady, his commands clear.

The composition of the team under him was the most complex, with both men and women, mixing members with high strength and high intelligence.

But under his command, the entire phalanx was like a precise machine, operating without the slightest stutter.

Players with high intelligence attributes used the Spirit Guarding Incantation in the front row to take damage, while players with high combat attributes took the opportunity to output ranged attacks from the back row.

Although they used items with relatively low power, such as simple homemade projectiles made of willow leaves wrapped around iron blocks, they were still effective due to the advantage in numbers.

Moreover, there were designated personnel responsible for cleaning up any fish that slipped through the net.

The entire phalanx not only defended tightly, but their efficiency in killing Supernatural Entities was also the highest in the venue.

"Xu Feng's ability to lead troops is indeed the strongest among these ten people," An Lan commented from the side.

Su Ze nodded.

People like Xu Feng were indeed better at this aspect than Wang Meng.

The Tenth Floor phalanx led by Qiao Yunfeng next to them was clearly imitating Xu Feng's tactics, using combined ranged attacks.

Although their coordination was still a bit raw and lacked the fluid tacit understanding of Xu Feng's team, they had the advantage that everyone was performing with all their might.

Qiao Yunfeng's voice was hoarse from shouting, and he was weaving back and forth in the team to plug gaps.

The entire phalanx was standard and proper, with no major flaws.

The phalanx led by Zhuang Yi seemed a bit strained.

Most of his subordinates were ordinary players brought over from the Taoyuan Residential Area.

Their foundation was weak, and facing the impact of the Supernatural Entities, their formation nearly broke several times.

Fortunately, Zhuang Yi gave appropriate commands, letting a few trusted aides relieve the pressure in time and easing the dangerous situation.

Although there were many casualties, they managed to grit their teeth and hold out through this wave of attacks.

As for Lu Jiaming, the situation was a bit awkward.

He was good at overall planning and management in the rear, but when it came to such real, hands-on tactical command, he was clearly stretched thin.

"Left side! The left side is leaking! Quickly plug it!"

"Back row, don't retreat! Hold!"

Lu Jiaming was sweating profusely with anxiety, and his commands were often a beat slow.

The entire phalanx was scattered by the Supernatural Entities, relying entirely on the players fighting on their own to barely maintain it without collapsing.

Compared to Xu Feng and Wang Meng, Lu Jiaming's performance could only be considered barely passing—better than those below him, but not by much.

As for the phalanxes led by the remaining Leaders, one could only say...

They barely survived until the trial ended.

The scene was filled with screams and curses.

Players fell in droves, turning into white light and respawning at the entrance of the Simulation Training Ground.

By the time the countdown ended, there were very few people left standing in those phalanxes.

"Ding—"

A crisp system notification sounded over the Simulation Training Ground.

The gray mist all around instantly dissipated, and the remaining Supernatural Entities also turned into points of light and disappeared.

The simulation ended.

The entire Simulation Training Ground fell into silence.

Tens of thousands of players were panting heavily, sweat soaking their clothes.

Those players who had been killed and sent back to the respawn point also slunk back to their phalanxes, heads bowed and not daring to make a sound.

Everyone's gaze was focused on Su Ze on the high platform.

The air seemed to have solidified.

Wang Meng wiped the sweat from his face, his chest heaving violently.

Chen Xueming straightened his crooked glasses.

Xu Feng still stood straight.

Lu Jiaming was swallowing nervously.

Everyone knew in their hearts that the performance just now was only the process.

The final power of life and death lay entirely in one sentence from Su Ze.