133: Chapter 133 Overestimating One's Abilities

However, reality is an ice-cold hammer.

The Wolf-Headed Demon General’s blood-red vertical pupils glanced at the charging Ron, a trace of brutality and mockery flashing in its eyes.

It merely swung its thick, muscular arm, which was as large as a millstone, wielding a terrifying wolf-tooth club that tore through the sound barrier with a shriek, smashing directly toward Ron Zaka’s spear.

BOOM—!

The massive clang of metal striking metal drowned out the clamor of the battlefield.

The terrifying strength Ron Zaka prided himself on felt like crashing into a mountain descending from the heavens.

An incomparably violent recoil force surged along the spear into his arms, shoulders, and entire body. The web of his hand instantly tore open, blood splattering, and the spear nearly flew out of his grasp.

His entire body felt as if it had been hit head-on by a siege ram. He staggered back seven or eight steps before barely managing to stabilize himself.

His Qi and blood churned violently, his internal organs felt displaced, and the flush of excitement on his face instantly faded, leaving only a deathly pallor and unconcealed horror.

“How—how is this possible?!” Ron Zaka exclaimed in shock.

That strike not only contained overwhelming power but also carried a savage and murderous will that instinctively filled his heart with dread.

The Wolf-Headed Demon General, having gained the upper hand, became fiercely aggressive. With a howl, it raised the wolf-tooth club again, bringing it down with an even heavier shadow of death.

Ron Zaka could only desperately block in his panic. Every collision left his arms numb and his chest tight, completely putting him in a passive, beaten state, all his previous high spirits vanished without a trace.

In just over ten moves, he was already in grave danger, liable to collapse at any moment.

“Ridiculous!”

“Truly stupid. Did he really think an Elite Commander was just an ordinary Demon Soldier?”

“What good is being second in the strength test? In actual combat, he’s just a brute!”

Across the battlefield, many Genius Cadets, despite facing immense pressure themselves, couldn't help but shake their heads and sneer when they caught sight of Ron’s comical and miserable state.

The top ranker on the Blue Star Platinum List? At this moment, he looked more like a clown who had overestimated his own ability.

In the Main Control Space.

“Hmph!” A cold-faced Female Marquis’s starlike eyes flashed with disgust, and her voice rang out clearly: “This kind of fool who only has strength but can’t even exert seventy or eighty percent of it in actual combat, who cannot read the situation and misjudges both his own strength and the enemy’s—utterly foolish! Investing resources in such a person is simply a waste!”

Marquis Qingyuan stroked his beard and chuckled, easing the tension: “Junior Sister, why be angry? After all, they are all high school students who haven't experienced true life-or-death combat. They haven't weathered any storms yet, making them a bit impetuous. If they hone themselves on the front lines for a few years, perhaps they can still amount to something.”

“High school students?” The Female Marquis’s tone grew colder. She pointed to the figure in the light screen who was skillfully weaving through the demon tide like a fish, gray-white saber light flashing wherever he went, Demon Soldiers falling in droves. “Take Li Wen, for example. His is what you call true combat instinct and control. The Yao Race’s encirclement is like child’s play before him.”

In the scene, Li Wen was using a precise to the extreme Flowing Rainbow Five Forms - Rushing Shadow Form, instantly piercing the throats of three Demon Soldiers attempting to surround him, his figure gliding toward the next target point without hesitation.

King Chu He, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, slightly opened them. His gaze swept over the miserable Ron in the light screen, finally landing on Li Wen. A barely perceptible smile curved the corner of his mouth: “The System will score fairly; no need to say more. Let’s keep watching.”

On the battlefield, as Li Wen swept away a group of Demon Soldiers like an autumn wind scattering fallen leaves, his Primordial Spirit perception, like an invisible spider web, instantly captured the intense energy fluctuations on the flank and Ron’s retreating Aura.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

This Ron Zaka—” Li Wen’s thoughts raced.

He didn't care about Ron Zaka’s personal life or death.

But if Ron tried to show off by challenging an enemy far beyond his ability to handle, once he was instantly killed or severely wounded, the defense line behind him would inevitably collapse instantly. That entire area of Cadets would be swallowed by the demon tide in a flash, triggering a chain reaction.

Moreover—he connected a possible thread—cooperation and an awareness of the bigger picture were likely hidden scoring criteria as well.

If he saw a fellow human in danger and refused to save him, although no rule forbade it, it would certainly be detrimental to his score.

Once the thought was settled, there was no more hesitation.

“Move aside!” A clear, sharp shout exploded like thunder across the chaotic battlefield.

The next moment, a gray-white saber light shot through the air. It wasn't aimed at the Wolf-Headed Demon General, but precisely severed the momentum of the wolf-tooth club that was about to fall on Ron Zaka’s head.

The saber light struck the air wave bursting from the side of the wolf-tooth club. Although it didn't cut through the heavy weapon, it successfully knocked it off course, saving Ron, whose face was pale and who had nearly closed his eyes to await death.

At that very instant, Li Wen’s figure phased in between them like a phantom.

The Wolf-Headed Demon General sensed a new, powerful enemy and roared, swinging the wolf-tooth club down.

“Guarding the Gate - Mirror Reflection!” Li Wen’s saber light flowed, seemingly effortlessly deflecting and diverting the heavy club shadow.

The immense force failed to move him in the slightest.

“Rushing Shadow Form!” Giving the opponent no chance to react, in the next instant the Wolf-Headed Demon General’s center was wide open because its power had been diverted.

Li Wen’s figure seemed to vanish; only a thin, cicada-wing-like gray-white saber gleam precisely wiped across the Wolf-Headed Demon General’s thick neck in one-thousandth of a second.

Ssssh—!

The massive wolf head shot skyward, and foul-smelling blood erupted like a fountain.

From the sharp command to the block, to the single strike that killed the general.

The entire process was fluid, so fast that the ferocity on the Wolf-Headed Demon General's face hadn't fully faded, while Ron Zaka’s eyes were left only with that fleeting saber light and the gushing blood.

Having finished slaying the demon, Li Wen didn't even spare a glance for the shocked and complex-looking Ron Zaka. He coiled his Saber Intent around his body.

Shredding several nearby Demon Soldiers, his figure melted back into the surging demon tide, killing deeper in, as if he had just casually flicked away a speck of dust.

His dashing, departing silhouette formed a glaring contrast to Ron’s previous wretchedness.

Just then, the vortex of the Interstellar Gate began to churn violently again.

Thump, thump, thump, thump—!

Like dumplings dropping, over ten more Elite-level Commanders of various shapes, all exuding powerful Evil Qi, roared out.

As soon as they appeared, they quickly merged with the remaining commanders from before. Like a general rallying troops, the Yao Race formation became more ferocious and organized under their roars and commands.

They began to purposefully concentrate their attacks on several sections of the human defense line.

Under the pressure and command of the commanders, the ordinary Demon Race members’ eyes turned blood-red, their attacks fearless, and their Aura suddenly surged.

“Hold the line! Hold the line!”

“Help me! Commanders are coming over there!”

“The defense line is about to break!”

Screams, roars, and the sounds of energy collisions mixed into one.

Nangong Xue temporarily stabilized the flank she was responsible for using exquisite movement techniques and swordsmanship, but her expression was grave.

Chu Feng’s spear struck like a Dragon, but he was also trapped in the siege of Demon Soldiers led by several Elite Commanders, struggling to break free.

Du Yun, Fang Chenghong, and the others were all barely holding on.

The entire human defense line resembled a dike being constantly pounded by a heavy hammer, issuing distress signals everywhere, precarious and on the verge of collapse.

The demon tide surged like a boiling tsunami, impacting the final line of these human geniuses wave after wave, each stronger than the last.

Only one person was the exception! Li Wen.

With Absolute Focus | v9 activated, his Primordial Spirit detection radius expanded to the hundred-meter limit.

Every minute change in that corner of the battlefield—where the Demonic Qi was strongest, where the defense line was weakest, which commander’s offensive was fiercest—was clearly imprinted in his Sea of Consciousness like a three-dimensional map.

The trajectories of ordinary Demon Soldiers' attacks were like slow motion to him; even the fatal strikes of Elite Commanders could be sensed and calmly dodged or blocked by him in advance.

He was not passively defending and blocking like everyone else; instead, he actively weaved through the Yao Race masses.

His saber was fast to the extreme, and precise to the extreme.

The Five Stances of Flowing Rainbow were handled by him with ease.

With one forward rush, the saber light of Overlapping Waves - Ninth Layer crushed rows of Demon Soldiers ahead like surging giant waves;

With one spin, the cold light of Rushing Shadow Form pierced a Demon General’s guard attempting a sneak attack from an inconceivable angle;

As his heavy Saber Intent unfolded, Shou Que Style neutralized a heavy blow from the flank—His points soared madly among everyone, far surpassing the rest.

However, he wasn't just focused on his own slaughter.

His Primordial Spirit detection allowed him to clearly know the collapse points of the entire battlefield.

On the east side, the defensive circle formed by three Cadets was torn open under the hissing commands of two serpent-like commanders, on the verge of being submerged.

On the south side, Du Yun was caught in the alternating assault of two commanders. His spear danced into a curtain of light, but he was clearly stretched thin.

On the west side, although Chu Feng was fierce, a small gap widened rapidly due to one Cadet being severely wounded—

“If this continues, the overall defense line will collapse in an instant,” Li Wen knew clearly in his heart.

Without the slightest hesitation, his figure abruptly turned. The gray-white saber light, like lightning tearing through a storm, slashed toward the crumbling gap on the east side.

The vast Saber Qi of Drooping Heaven Stance descended from above, instantly clearing a section of dense Demon Soldiers blocking the gap, giving the three nearly desperate Cadets a chance to catch their breath.

He even spared time to add another strike, severing the poisonous stinger shot by the serpent-like commander.

“Hold your positions,” Li Wen’s voice came calmly, and he had already vanished again.

The next moment, he appeared near Du Yun. A precise Penetrating Mountain Stance combined with his movement technique sent a boar-headed Demon General preparing to sneak attack Du Yun’s flank staggering backward, sharing a huge amount of pressure for Du Yun.

With the pressure easing, Du Yun’s spear shot out like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, seizing the opportunity to counter-kill a Demon Soldier charging toward him. He managed to glance toward Li Wen, his eyes complex, and muttered, “—Thank you!”

Without pausing at all, Li Wen’s figure once again streaked across the battlefield, heading toward the west.

Just like that, he became the busiest and most dazzling figure on the battlefield.

The main force of Demon Soldiers that was slaughtering its way through the north one moment appeared in the south the next, saving endangered Cadets; having just resolved a crisis in the east, he instantly rushed to the west to fill the gap.

He was like an unceasing gray-white thunderbolt, supporting the sky named 'Hope' and maintaining the defense line on the verge of collapse. “It’s Li Wen!”

“Hold on, he’s coming soon!”

Wherever he went, the exhausted and nearly desperate Cadets let out sincere cries of surprise and gratitude.

The figure tearing a path through the myriad Demon Soldiers became their only reliance in their hearts at that moment.