After all, this wasn't a real battle. Virtual combat had certain restrictions.
For example, there were restrictions on the magical armor. What level of attack counted as destruction. There were restrictions on the contestants' bodies as well. For example, there were small devices that could replace death.
When a cheap and sturdy small force field shield on the chest was destroyed, that would mean that the contestant was eliminated (killed).
In a sense, although it was a little embarrassing that they didn't even see their opponent's face, it was precisely because their defeat was so straightforward that they weren't considered as "dead" in the evaluation of the tournament organizers. There was still a possibility of winning and advancing.
From this perspective, Rorschach was still quite considerate of his senior apprentice brothers and sisters.
At this moment, Rorschach, who had completed his hunting mission by himself, covered up his face and returned to his companions' side. He wanted to complete his three points as quickly as possible and end this time-wasting preliminaries.
[Congratulations, Brother. I just asked Adeline. You single-handedly defeated all the seniors in the lower grades. That's a perfect individual versus group victory. You've received two actual combat credit points.]
Rorschach paused in surprise. Just like that, he received two credits? He had painstakingly prepared for a single class. Even if he received an excellent grade for his theory midterm, he would still only receive two credits.
"… I heard that quite a few students around our age from the same school are participating in this competition."
[I heard that there are more than ten groups.]
Alright then, the opportunity to become rich and leave the repeater zone was right in front of him. There was no need to say anything else. Rorschach already knew what he had to do. He focused on searching for traces of his fellow schoolmates.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Rorschach chose to wear a mask … but considering how obvious his body size was, wearing a mask would probably only be able to comfort himself.
And so, the legend of the Ghost in the Fog once again appeared …
Although the Aishi didn't have magical fog that was everywhere, man-made fog was abundant. No matter if it was natural divine arts, witchcraft, or magical supernatural abilities, Rorschach began his most "realistic" "actual combat training" under the cover of the night.
Yes, it was only at the level of actual combat training. At this time, Roxia finally realized that he had unknowingly become one of the strong. In the past few months of life and death struggles, he had unknowingly surpassed his senior brothers and sisters who had taken several years to accumulate experience, step by step, or even dozens of years of accumulation.
"Is Ansorenne really that miraculous? No, it's not that I'm strong. It's that they're too weak. It seems that many of them haven't even seen blood before. "
Rorschach didn't get carried away by his easy victory..... After careful consideration, he rejected the notion that he was stronger than his senior apprentice brothers and sisters...
The side that could win was the stronger side? . If that was the case, he would have to redefine what it meant to be strong.
Rorschach definitely couldn't compare to these "veterans" in terms of absolute accumulation, especially in terms of theoretical knowledge. However, it was obvious that these "veterans" who had come to "school" to learn how to be a warrior in a relatively peaceful environment lacked experience and experience on the line between life and death.
Many of their methods weren't wrong, but they were too textbook examples. Their choices were often the most reasonable … and it was precisely this reasonableness that allowed their opponents to completely predict their preparations and responses.
Besides, since this was a magic armor combat competition, they had locked onto their opponents from the very start as magic armors who would cause a huge commotion and make an obvious target. They had neglected the possibility of a lone wolf sneaking in.
"That's impossible. There are so many of us, and we even have traps and magical preparations. We also have magic armors. How could an idiot come here to die?"
Since they felt that it was impossible for someone to sneak in and ambush them, even if they said that they needed to be vigilant, in the end, the content of their vigilance and attitude would only be a formality. How could they possibly guard against Rorschach, who had experienced actual combat?
Those who had truly experienced actual combat wouldn't consider it "impossible," because the battlefield was constantly changing. Nobody could tell just how many trump cards their opponents were hiding.
"As long as we can win, is there a difference whether we use magic armors to force our way in or sneak in to steal the badges? These guys only pay attention to the big guys. I'm speechless. "
When dawn arrived, Rorschach, who had been busy all night, happily tossed the four badges in his hand. Two of them were from his school, and the other two were from his opponents because they were completely unguarded. Rorschach felt that he would be letting down his professionalism if he didn't go in and take a look.
Rorschach didn't feel complacent because he had easily won the badges. On the contrary, he repeatedly reminded himself that he shouldn't be like these seniors who were obsessed with dogma and use "common sense" to set a trap for himself and restrict himself before he even took action.
"There's nothing fixed on the battlefield. There's nothing impossible."
Of course, was he happy that he had defeated his senior brothers and sisters so easily? Of course he was. It was only natural that he would feel the happiest when he reaped the rewards of his hard work.
Rorschach was able to see the difference between himself and his classmates even more clearly now. Perhaps he wasn't that far off from them in certain areas. Perhaps there was still a gap between him and his classmates in terms of theoretical knowledge and comprehensive knowledge. However, since he had been tested in actual combat ahead of time, he wouldn't necessarily lose even in actual combat.
But soon, Rorschach discovered that he had been happy far too early.
"… Over there!"
"Our badges!"
"Thief!"
Rorschach was in disbelief when he heard these voices from behind him.
"… Shouldn't I have perfectly concealed my whereabouts?"
Rorschach was rather confused, but he didn't have the luxury of time to think about it. Several magic armors directly pushed down large trees and rushed over. They even seemed to be working together.
After Rorschach confirmed once again that "there's nothing impossible on the battlefield", he could only shoot out his spider dagger and begin a new path of survival.
Perhaps only the dark rangers who were watching everything from the treetops, as well as a certain God who was encouraging Rorschach to earn as many credits as he could, knew what was going on.
[… Aren't we going a little overboard by hiding the fact that the emblem will send a signal to the original owner?]
"That's not true. Cliff Walkers are the job class that's best at escaping. Only when they're fleeing for their lives will they be able to better integrate their abilities into their instincts. Considering the situation he's about to face … it's quite appropriate to give him an escape technique midterm. "
Su Nanna maintained her smile as she watched Rorschach gradually widen the distance between him and his pursuers. She seemed to be in a good mood.
"Let's go. That won't be enough. I need to 'coincidentally' pass by him and teach him some new techniques. Just escaping won't be enough. Setting up traps according to the environment and finding opportunities to counterattack will all be compulsory lessons. "
[… It's so obvious. My brother probably knows that we tricked him.]
"Hmph! How could he not know? Relax, he's probably figured it out already. It's just that he won't say it out loud, just like how he's always done. 'As long as you have good intentions, you can trick me as much as you want.' Ha! How mysterious of you to trust me. "
Her tone was filled with disdain, and her expression became even more strange when she mentioned the word "trust". After all, the word "trust" didn't exist in the dark elven language.
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