The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

While Jiang Hui and the others were making their plans in full swing, the other participants were naturally not idle either.

Zhou Xiuwen and Huan Xian were in a different situation. Their class had been reassigned to a location far from Jiang Hui and the others. They could still vaguely sense each other at the start of the race, but once they entered the woods, the two were long gone. Since they were close together, they naturally huddled together.

However, one of them was indifferent, and the other was capricious, so their actions were rather lazy and unfocused. This made some people who were particularly interested in the Zhou family's heir feel like they had a mouthful of blood stuck in their throats.

Wait, are these two on a picnic?! What do they take this practical training test for?!
Well, these two really didn't take it seriously. After all, they'd both been on real battlefields, and this kind of test was like child's play to them. While it wasn't entirely without fun, it inevitably felt like bullying, so they both adopted a "let nature take its course" attitude.

Of course, if they were to face either Jiang Hui or Clarence, two guys with a strong competitive spirit, it wouldn't be a problem if they couldn't take it seriously—

As a result, many officers who were interested in this perspective watched the two of them paddling all the way, which was both infuriating and hilarious.

Fortunately, the two of them remembered that they were in the midst of a practical training test, and instead of completely giving up, they managed to rescue a dozen or so people before escaping into the woods, which was enough to barely put together a team.

"Hey, Ah-Xian, is this the right direction? Why does it feel like we're getting further and further away?"

"This is it." There are many signal jamming towers targeting mental energy buried along this route, and their purpose is self-evident.

The school made very detailed arrangements, even setting up high-precision equipment specifically for this purpose to interfere with human perception.

Indeed, although the venue is large enough, it's naturally difficult to control the situation when so many people rush in at once. If we want to assess the level of these freshmen as planned, we still need to manage the situation appropriately. I imagine that in addition to signal jamming towers, there should also be diversion devices such as line splitters.

However, for Huan Xian, who had received professional training and thus became skilled at disassembling and reassembling such specialized equipment, his presence was nothing short of a cover-up, practically pointing them to a shortcut to the end.

"To be honest, this place is smaller than I imagined. We walked for ages and still didn't run into Ahui and the others."

“Those two are the most serious types; they'll probably head straight for the finish line from the start. If they were any more relaxed, they probably wouldn't even leave a trace,” Huan Xian said, his gaze falling on his friend beside him. “What do you say? Should we follow them?”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiuwen actually thought about it seriously for a moment: "I don't care, as long as I can reach the finish line." Then he thought again: "But what kind of rumors might spread after this is over? I'd better be serious."

Huan Xian glanced silently at the person who was talking to himself, and only said, "Let's go," after the other person nodded as if he had been convinced.

"Hey, wait for me. You always just sit there with your arms crossed, watching other people's mischief. Only Ah Hui thinks you're serious, but you're actually the most perverse person."

"...If we keep talking, we'll lose them completely."

"Hey! Are you even listening? Fine, we'll see," the tall boy said in a low voice, sounding somewhat annoyed.

Watching the two leaders utter some nonsensical words and then run off, the "mute" temporary team members who had been playing a supporting role exchanged bewildered glances: 'Have they forgotten about them?'

Moreover, judging from their words, they didn't seem to care about the test at all; they were just there to make up the numbers, and clearly lacked any competitive spirit. Logically, they should have wisely considered other options, since they didn't want to fail even the initial school entrance exam. But—although it was only a fleeting glimpse during their initial clash, the strength of these two was undeniable. Especially the more taciturn one; wasn't he completely leading his companion by the nose?

And their serial numbers... it seems like following them is the best choice!
The group seemed to have thought a lot, but in fact, these chaotic thoughts were resolved in the blink of an eye, and the best answer was found.

Why wouldn't we follow?! They're neither here nor there; running away would just make them cannon fodder. They might as well wait patiently for further instructions. Although Zhou Xiuwen and Huan Xian didn't seem particularly interested, the other side had said to "put some effort into it," so following them would at least be useful.

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"Is this their only son? Can't they have any motivation?" A "dedicated person" who was probably on a mission and had been staring at a certain split screen was going crazy: "The other side is practically turning the whole place upside down, and they're acting like they're on a picnic."

How is he supposed to report this?

"Perhaps you could say that this young master Zhou is of a peaceful nature and dislikes conflict?"

"I heard that this person was involved in cleaning up the turmoil in the Moonfall Star area a while ago. Even if he had someone to assist him, his methods couldn't be described as 'peaceful'!"

"Actually, from another perspective, if Zhou's son and Huan Xian were to get serious, I'm afraid the other children wouldn't have any room to perform." The two looked at each other.

Real combat and competition are two different realms. They weren't trying to deify these two, but compared to other kids who had only seen the battlefield through their parents' generation or on digital panels, Zhou Xiuwen and Huan Xian were clearly on a different level. If the two were to actually win in this "competitive game" that couldn't even be called a formal competition, the outcome would probably be a hundred times more tragic than they anticipated.

They just wanted to teach these green recruits a lesson, not destroy their character.

From any perspective, Zhou and Huan's actions can be described as yielding—and also as following a certain principle.

"So now, do the others have room to maneuver?" A sergeant sitting relatively far away listened to the entire discussion between the two men with a somewhat speechless expression.

It seems not.

The most promising young nobles of this year all tacitly gathered in the east and west, while the larger groups that had come together by chance were scattered in various corners, forming small, cunning squads, and—

A large, somewhat chaotic yet strangely coordinated force has charged toward the center line with an extremely powerful momentum.

Jiang Hui's large team completely disrupted the "market" in that area. Apart from those who noticed something was wrong early on and immediately fled, all the other small teams were either merged or eliminated by Jiang Hui's large force in a short period of time. The scene was comparable to a minefield, completely wiped out.

Even though he had some idea of ​​what was going on, Colonel Wales was still taken aback by this development and was both amused and exasperated: "This guy doesn't seem like he's here to be a lone soldier."

(End of this chapter)