"Huh?"
Meng Chao instantly broke out in cold sweat.
He realized that he had been set up by Gu Jianbo.
The door was ajar. Just now, he had swung his fists and shouted loudly. With a Deity Realm superhuman's hearing, he should have heard every single word.
Even though he was confident in Dean Zong …
If he really faced a Deity Realm superhuman, he would still feel chills down his spine.
When he entered the ward, Gu Jianbo even closed the door from the outside. Meng Chao, a newbie in the Ultimate Style, was in a room alone with the strongest Beast Soul Style martial artist. The atmosphere became even more tense.
Compared to his great title of Iron Shield Is Like a Mountain, Dean Zong of the martial arts and life science department was a short man.
When Meng Chao entered, he was lying on Gu Jianbo's bed and focused on watching television.
An old movie from more than one hundred years ago was playing on the screen. It was about an ancient war from hundreds of years ago. The war drums were loud, the military music was melodious, the guns were fired, and smoke filled the air. The fight was very lively.
Meng Chao instinctively compared Dean Zong to Soul Breaking Saber Luo Wu, the strongest person he had ever come into close contact with.
Heaven Realm and Deity Realm were different by one realm, and the feeling they gave off was completely different.
Luo Wu was a six-star superhuman who stood at the peak of Heaven Realm. He was just like his Soul Breaking Saber. He was fierce, fierce, and aggressive. He constantly released the presence of a peerless elite, and the pressure he gave off was suffocating.
Even his own son, Luo Hai, said that he did not want to be alone with his father. Meng Chao believed that it was the truth.
And when a superhuman's spirit energy turned into armor at six-star realm to seven-star realm, their spirit energy seemed to have gained life. It could leave the superhuman's body and fly hundreds or even thousands of meters away. They could transform at will, fight fiercely, and kill at will.
This was a qualitative change in the hierarchy of life.
At the same time their fighting strength increased by leaps and bounds, their killing intent and anger were restrained to the point that they did not feel any pressure.
He seemed to have become one with the environment around him. If they did not face him, they would not be able to sense his existence.
But when their gazes were focused on him, they would feel as if they were facing a mountain that even birds could not cross.
"Hello, Meng Chao," Dean Zong said with a smile.
"You must be tired after running around the university for half a day. Sit down, rest, and watch television."
His tone was very calm, and it wasn't as exaggerated as "containing an irresistible power that could suck one's heart and soul".
Meng Chao thought about it, then obediently sat down on the chair beside the bed.
Since the God State Expert asked him to watch TV, he watched it obediently.
This war movie, which depicted the history of the West in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries on Earth, happened to be playing the most exciting part of the final battle.
Under the coordination of the rhythmic war drums and military music, both sides lined up in a neat and rigid formation.
The entire army was divided into three lines, each line separated by fifty to a hundred steps, and then divided into six columns. They were so densely packed that they looked like ants stuck together with glue.
The officers on both sides of the formation waved their sabers and directed the soldiers to step on the drums. They marched forward in unison, expressionless, like fearless puppets. They held flintlocks in their hands, but they did not fire a single shot. They just silently moved forward, getting closer and closer.
When they were only fifty steps away from each other, the army in blue and white uniforms was finally unable to withstand the tense pressure. They stopped and fired.
The accuracy and speed of the flintlocks were rather limited, so they did not deal too much damage to the army in red uniforms that moved like lobsters.
Quite a number of the lobster soldiers in the first row fell.
The lobster soldiers in the second row immediately took their place. They stepped over their comrades' corpses and moved forward like robots.
When both sides were only twenty steps away from each other …
The lobster soldiers started firing in unison.
They only fired three volleys, and the army in blue and white uniforms collapsed.
The lobster soldiers put on their bayonets and charged forward while shouting. They cut into the rotting bodies of monsters like burning sabers. There was no longer any suspense in the outcome of the battle.
"It's stupid, isn't it?"
Dean Zong suddenly said, "This is the Line Infantry Tactic that was created not long after firearms were invented on Earth. It's also known as Line Up to Be Shot. All the soldiers are piled up densely together and walk like zombies while they slowly move toward the enemy like snails. They even have to wear the brightest military uniforms and play laughable military music. At first glance, it's like a farce. They're really lining up to be shot.
"The flintlocks in their hands have to be loaded with gunpowder, and they have to use sticks to push the bullets in. They don't even have rifling, so their speed and accuracy are terrible. The most well-trained soldiers can only fire three to five shots per minute, and there's a 20% failure rate. Even if they fire thirty to fifty shots, they might not be able to hit an enemy.
"Regardless of whether it's the flintlocks or the line up to be shot, the flaws are really serious. You must think so, right?"
He asked Meng Chao with a smile.
But before Meng Chao could answer, Dean Zong's gaze turned sharp the next second.
"But in that turbulent and majestic era, the line infantry relied on these seriously flawed weapons and seemingly stupid tactics to win against the traditional army with heavy armor, the undisciplined scattered soldiers, and the dragon cavaliers who came and went like the wind. They helped countless heroes complete their great feats and created a huge empire that could see the sun forever!"
Dean Zong said coldly. "Is this method of lining up to be shot really stupid?"
Meng Chao instantly understood what Dean Zong meant.
The flintlocks and line infantry had so serious and laughable flaws.
But it did not stop them from creating unprecedented glory in a suitable environment and era.
Similarly, regardless of whether it was the Beast Soul Style or the Overkill Style, they both had the serious flaw of accumulating power, stiffening up, and cooling down. It was just like the flintlocks, which fired slowly and had low accuracy, and the line infantry tactic of lining up to be shot while beating drums.
This was something all the powerful fighters knew and would never deny.
But there was no perfect fighting style in the world.
As long as the advantages of all martial arts ideals and fighting styles far surpassed the flaws, they had value in their existence.
At the very least, Dragon City had relied on the Overkill Style, Beast Soul Style, Gun Fighting Style, and Machine Armor Style to defend itself over the past half a century.
And the same was true.
"The line infantry tactic was indeed famous for a time and created a mighty empire where the sun never sets, but as the era developed and the fighting style changed, the sun still set!"
Meng Chao gritted his teeth when he faced Dean Zong's stare. "The glorious era when the line infantry tactic was popular only lasted for one or two hundred years. When the firing speed and precision of guns increased by leaps and bounds, especially after killing machines like the Maxim heavy machine gun were born, if we lined up in neat rows and slowly pushed forward while beating drums, we'd just be asking for our own deaths like moths flying into a flame.
"The powerful country that once relied on the line infantry tactic to rise to power has finally started thinking about how to change its tactics after paying the price of hundreds of thousands and even millions of casualties.
"And I don't want to wait until Dragon City loses millions of people before thinking about it. We can't afford to be injured, and we can't afford to be slow!"
Dean Zong did not expect that Meng Chao would have the courage and brains to turn the tables on him.
He could not help but have admiration and surprise shine in his eyes.
"Is this why you're so impatient and want to challenge the students?"
Dean Zong asked. "Are you confident that the Ultimate Style can help the martial arts course become stronger and win against the monster controller course?"
"No." Meng Chao shook his head.
"I've never thought about winning against the monster controller course."
"Oh?" Dean Zong quirked an eyebrow and waited for his explanation.
"If I'm just thinking about winning against the monster controller course, I don't need the Ultimate Style at all. I think that the beast soul fusion we're focusing on right now is pretty good. We just need to perfect it and nurture Sun Ya, Xie Feng, and the others. That'll be enough."
Meng Chao's eyes shone with a piercing light, and he said clearly, "I only want to win against one target: Dragon City University's martial arts course!"
"Hmm?" Dean Zong's gaze instantly turned sharp.
"Over the past ten years, the monster controller course has been the strongest fighting course in Agricultural University. But over the past half a century, tens of millions of people in Dragon City have acknowledged that the only one who has the right to be known as the strongest is Dragon City University's martial arts course and their Overkill Style!"
Meng Chao's determination was like an erupting volcano, and his gaze was as bright as magma. "Agricultural University, the University of Technology, the military school, the Beast Soul Style, the Machine Armor Style, the Gun Fighting Style, the heroic spirit users, the monster controllers, the machine masters … Countless styles and countless powerful people have wanted to challenge Dragon City University's martial arts course and the Overkill Style, but all of them returned empty-handed.
"But I believe that there is no such thing as the strongest martial art in the world. There is only a martial art that continuously evolves and transforms to become stronger! The Overkill Style's glory has lasted for too long. Now, it's time for the Ultimate Style to shine!
"Dean Zong, I know that your true goal in supporting the beast soul fusion isn't the monster controller course, but Dragon City University's martial arts course. You want to prove that the Beast Soul Style is stronger than the Overkill Style, right?
"But the Beast Soul Style and the Overkill Style are like line infantry tactics. The so-called evolution is just a competition of whose formation is neater, whose soldiers are more fearless of death, and whose shooting skills are more familiar. No matter how strong the beast soul fusion is, without a transformative change, it's impossible for it to win against the Overkill Style.
"And the Ultimate Style, which has just been born, is like the Maxim machine gun that has just been born. As long as you're willing to pour in some resources to support it, it will definitely stir up the martial arts world and even the entire form of warfare.
"Even if our research and promotion will take up some of the Beast Soul Style's resources, as long as we can defeat Dragon City University's martial arts course and make Agricultural University's martial arts course become the strongest in Dragon City, we will get ten times the benefits. Not only will the Ultimate Style flourish, the Beast Soul Style will also benefit from it, right?"
His words made Dean Zong think about it expressionlessly.
Meng Chao gulped nervously.
He was taking a gamble.
He was betting that Agricultural University's martial arts course was more important than the Beast Soul Style in Dean Zong's eyes.
He was betting that his desire to defeat Dragon City University's martial arts course and become the strongest in Dragon City was stronger than promoting the Beast Soul Style.
In Meng Chao's previous life, Gu Jianbo had found a treasure.
But now, Dean Zong laughed coldly. "You're boasting shamelessly. How would I know that the Ultimate Style is the Maxim machine gun and not one of the thousands of strange weapons in the history of the development of guns that died without a hitch?"
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