The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 813 Subtleties
You are not weak. But there will always be someone stronger than you.

Seeing the girl's deeply convinced expression, the young officer shook his head: "Don't you understand? I'm not trying to reprimand you, but to warn you."

"Don't hold your head too high. Learn to look down, and you'll be pleasantly surprised."

At that time, Jiang Hui was still somewhat confused and did not understand the necessary connection between the two sentences. It was not until she experienced some things later that she was able to roughly understand Stark's meaning.

But nothing could be clearer than this moment.

No one's life is always smooth sailing. No one knows what will happen next. Even those in positions of power can suddenly find themselves at a disadvantage, and those who try to prey on others can easily become prey themselves. There are no eternal truths in this world; all we can do is adapt.

Turn adversity into advantage, and impossibility into possibility. Always hold onto hope, never give up, and in the end, the outcome remains to be seen.

Seeing the other party turn around as expected, Jiang Hui silently recited a command. Everything before her eyes transformed into a series of data through some strange path: '0.52, 1.69, 83 degrees, 0.9333 centroidal axis shift—'

Everything seemed to be stretched out countless times in this moment, and even the smallest details became crystal clear in her eyes.

No, that's not enough. It's still a little short.

It doesn't matter if it's a little short, we can always find a suitable entry point by following that line, even if it's just a fraction or a fraction. This is it—Jiang Hui silently recited in her heart, her nerves taut to the extreme, and took advantage of the moment when the other party was most focused on her back to swiftly and recklessly kick out.

One and a half inches above the ankle, then one and a half inches, then one and a half inches below the knee—hanging upside down on the inside, and finally, with one swift stroke, he grabbed the opponent's entire back of the knee.

But that's not enough. To take him down, a mere momentary advantage is far from sufficient. If she doesn't strike decisively, if she gives him even a moment's respite, or hesitates even slightly, he will immediately retaliate with a storm of attacks. At that point, she will likely not have a second chance.

Jiang Hui's loss of half her body's center of gravity became the opportunity for him to take advantage of her vulnerability.

As expected of the most promising reserve in this cohort, Avery reacted quickly, his body reacting before his brain, and he was the first to read the danger signal, subconsciously making a series of buffer and emergency movements.

But it was too late. Jiang Hui had been watching closely, calculating the exact moment, and making her move without missing a beat. She wouldn't let her prey escape so easily.

Stark taught her to look down, and this looking down undoubtedly encompasses all aspects. Jiang Hui never underestimated the speed at which the world changes, so she had to press people down hard just before they were about to fall, giving them no chance to buy at the bottom.

Aside from slightly underestimating the opponent's extraordinary strength, everything is currently within her predictions.

Yes, Avery's solo assault, the movement of the enemy's main force, and the other reserve members who were suspected of strategizing were all within Jiang Hui's predictions.

While she wouldn't claim to have planned everything perfectly, it was sufficient. The vanguard, the wingers serving as the backbone, the reserve forces in the rear, and the mobile forces roaming among them—all these roles played in group battles were dismantled and broken down by Jiang Hui, and defeating them one by one was only a matter of time.

In the end, only one question remained, and it was also the most difficult one. Seeing that the other party was briefly trapped as he had calculated, Jiang Hui did not relax. She was still waiting, waiting for the perfect moment to finally crush him into a hole from which he could never escape.

Faster, faster.

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When Jiang Hui unexpectedly kicked out and trapped his foot, Avery felt a strong alarm bell ring in his mind, sensing that something had gone off track.

The top scorer this year was Jiang Hui, a dark horse who suddenly emerged from the unified recruitment program, from Class 2 of the Individual Combat Department. Avery had known about this person for several months now; no, it seems like he'd been hearing about him constantly for the past few months.

He had even overheard several of his good-for-nothing elders complaining about absurd things like, "That nobody commoner is disrupting their traditions," and so on.

But Avery wasn't as serious as some of his peers, who even seemed overly concerned. He just found it a bit boring.

Sure enough, no matter how dignified they appear on ordinary days, those who consider themselves high-ranking figures will inevitably harbor filth when faced with things that are difficult to control.

Little do they know that this kind of loss of control is the norm in this world. Their failure begins with the delusion that they can control everything and discipline themselves under their own set of rules.

Anything can happen to people. So how could he possibly never lose in his entire life?
—Just like him now.

One and a half inches, one and a half inches below the knee—Avery even remarked inappropriately, his opponent's control over strength and precision was truly remarkable. Every attack was perfectly timed, not an inch more or less, so accurate that Avery couldn't even react.

Yes, it's not that we can't fight back, but that we have no way to react.

Just as he had commented that Jiang Hui's physique didn't match his mental strength level, thus easily putting him at a disadvantage in combat, Avery was now facing the same problem: Jiang Hui's mental strength was firmly above his own. When the influence of physique was minimized, the subtle control the two had over their mental strength immediately became apparent.

Jiang Hui's series of sweeping leg attacks each struck the most difficult blind spot to retaliate, with such precision that even he momentarily doubted whether the leg truly belonged to him.

The loss of balance and leg strength instantly reversed their positions. He calmly accepted the unprecedentedly violent fall that was about to happen.

"If I were to pull that off, I'd probably fall pretty badly. A straight, zigzag descent from that angle would crack my right knee," Avery calmly assessed.

However, he wasn't one to sit idly by and wait to die, nor was he someone who would be unable to get up after just one fall. He had even crushed the other man's right arm, yet he could still—before Avery could even come up with a solution to the crisis, his usually calm expression froze for a moment, and his composed mask shattered.

His response was an out-of-control push from the other calf. A guy who had been carefully hidden and ambushed by someone used the same method to flatten his other calf, while two others restrained his hands, one on each side.

"You...!" Avery uttered the most vulgar language he had ever used in his life for the first time.