By this time, Feng Yi was becoming more and more arrogant. He wanted to fight against ten, and those military strategists who arrived later were finding it hard to just watch. However, they still refrained from intervening. A match at such a low-end bronze level was beneath their gold status.

The brothers, however, weren't convinced. Eventually, Feng Yi simply requested that soldiers come at him two at a time. But now, the tactical simulation had evolved from turn-based to real-time simulation, which depended on a combination of hand and brain speed. Furthermore, he declared that the two soldiers who defeated him would have the right to request extra rations. Conversely, if they lost, the entire company would await physical training.

Now, even John was getting fired up. It was one thing to lose one-on-one, but to fail with two big-headed troops against one dummy? He was ready to step up, but wait, hold on. Hearing about the physical training, a sudden bad premonition welled up inside him. His intuition told him it might be best not to act rashly, as the whole situation seemed to smell fishy.

No one knew how it came to be this way, but individual failures were still tolerable. Now, a failure could potentially turn someone into the sinner of the company, battalion, or even the entire regiment. So, when faced with the current challenge, everyone hesitated, looking at each other – without a senior officer's order, they dared not rashly challenge. If they lost, they would simply join the queue behind and wait for their turn, maintaining some semblance of order.

Unfortunately, this tranquility was short-lived. John could no longer bear to watch. Several times, when the troops were close to defeating Feng Yi, they bafflingly managed to lose. He felt anxious for them. Finally, when Feng Yi proposed that two people were not enough and suggested three instead, a confident John jumped ahead of the soldier to approach the computer.

John smiled. With three people, he genuinely couldn't find a reason for failure.

What does it mean to fight three opponents at once? Take mecha for example: if the average hand speed of the opponents is 100 actions per minute, you need to achieve an extreme operation of 300 actions per minute to compete. And 300 actions per minute on a computer is more complex than operating a mecha.

But that's not even the most crucial part. The real issue was that Feng Yi only had one slightly outdated brain's CPU, yet he was facing three crafty opponents. This disparity made it clear who had the advantage.

Even John betrayed him, and Feng Yi's emotions went haywire. If they all wanted to die together, so be it! He'd show them the global awareness he had from 1945. He had managed to beat Contra without killing a single person, immediately uploading the video upon reaching the planet. If you don't believe it, just search online.

(Some friends might ask, "What does it mean to play through Contra without killing anyone?" Well, those who don't know can also look it up.)

And so, a one-versus-three tactical simulation battle began in an instant...

At this moment, Feng Yi, commanding the blue forces, charged at the enemy three times his number without the slightest hesitation. The corps commander once more demonstrated our military's spirit – not afraid of death, not afraid of fatigue, willing to sacrifice, happy to sacrifice, daring to sacrifice, skilled at sacrificing... even competing to sacrifice.

John and the others were a bit confused. If he was so eager to sacrifice, then let's fight. Were the three of them afraid of him? The two armies were on the brink of clashing...

Both the red and blue forces' numbers were decreasing, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that the situation was not so straightforward. Although they were both diminishing in number, anyone with eyes could see that the red forces were dwindling much faster than the blue.

Attentive observers had already noticed that, on the surface, Feng Yi would face three opponents at once, but at the crucial moment of contact, when facing a greater number of enemies, he would always manage to yield just enough space to have room to maneuver properly. And when he had the upper hand in terms of troops, he would sacrifice the minor for the major and swallow up the enemy in one fell swoop.

The soldiers had no sense of rhythm at all, watching Feng Yi weaving his way through, they thought they could do it too, and even better, convinced they could show off their moves alongside him. But practice takes time, it cannot be rushed, and before they could finish showing off their moves, these silly kids had been easily outmaneuvered by Feng Yi, who had coaxed them out of their meager capital.

It was John, the deputy commander, who relied on his extensive battlefield experience to forcefully exhaust a portion of Feng Yi's troops. As expected, these brothers fared even worse. The commander was clearly playing the pig to eat the tiger, pretending to be weak as he came to disgust everyone. He gave them a glimmer of hope, let them taste victory, and then, without warning, knocked them out cold.

They say the world should have more schemes and less sincerity, but this scheme was just too damn unethical. You never knew what other tricks this guy had up his sleeve.

A bunch of military strategists couldn't bear to watch any longer, eager to try, they all issued challenges to Feng Yi one after another. In the end, it wasn't 3, or 4, but 7 military strategists who joined the simulation, which finally led to Feng Yi being beaten into retreating with his tail between his legs, prompting laughter and ridicule among the crowd...

Actually, everyone knew very well how formidable he was, and wondered what kind of simulation method he had come up with in the past half a month, to be able to face so many people simultaneously.

Hand speed played only a part in Feng Yi's success, more of it relied on his unorthodox simulation formulas, such as the associative memory technique he devised himself. By mentioning a string of numbers, he could remember over 20 digits based on the specific environment around him, the number of items and people, their names, and even the strokes in their names. What was noteworthy was that this counting method wasn't difficult for Feng Yi. As long as the location, the number of people, their attire, and the environment didn't all match exactly, he could remember for a considerable length of time. It was by relying on this method that Feng Yi managed to emerge unscathed in the simulations.

As soon as he left the field, he hurried back to his room. Poor Feng Yi, without even a teacher to guide him, could only rely on self-study and self-enlightenment, feeling that his simulation was still far from perfect.

Squeak squeak... A brief television news report caught his attention. Although the news was just 20 seconds long, it was enough to pique his interest. Was it a challenge issued by Saudi? If he hadn't seen the news, Feng Yi might have completely forgotten about it... He frowned slightly. As for fighting, he wasn't eager to do so, for he was uncertain of the other's intentions; it might not just be about defeating him but something more complicated. With his strength increasingly waning by the day, at best, he could barely maintain an edge over the realm of Jiu Ling. The last fight seemed to be an overpowering of Jiu Ling and Contra No. 2, but in fact, they came at him one by one, and it was a struggle for him...

Therefore, even if the opponent's motives were purely for the challenge, he had no sure confidence of complete victory. Feng Yi was not afraid of failure, what he cared about was the outside world's reaction after a defeat. He was no longer the person who fought just for the sake of the fight itself; there was much more at stake. And yet, not to accept the challenge would involve many complications as well.

After a long silence... he finally dialed Blade Warrior's number on Heavenly Communication.

"You must be busy, just tell me what you need," came the reply.

"Ah well, it's nothing big. It's like this, my realm has been greatly suppressed," Feng Yi briefly summarized his physical condition to Blade Warrior. In essence, he said he didn't know what Curse Seal he had stumbled upon, possessing strength but nowhere to apply it, and with time, his condition only became more apparent. The close call he had in his last fight with the faceless king was largely due to this issue. Because the forbidden Curse Seal failed to fully suppress him and he repeatedly entered the Legendary Realm to break the Seal, his body ended up in this condition. He had come specifically seeking a way to break it.

There was silence on the phone, "You might be afflicted with a curse-like witchcraft. Such things can be transmitted through physical contact, through hair, possessions you've used, even a look, the air you breathe, or even particular spiritual mediums. To untie the bell, the person who tied it must be present. Some laws of this world can't just be solved with medicine; even if you can purify it, it's mostly treating symptoms rather than the root cause. This matter isn't exactly small."

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