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After the Heavenly Soldiers Trial ended, the hungry students rushed in an orderly fashion to the cafeteria.

Qin Le and the others sat down in their usual spots.

Just as she picked up her chopsticks, Luo Qiuyue suddenly looked at Qin Le and said, "I'm saying, this is the last Heavenly Soldier Trial of the semester... do you want to command it?"

"Hmm?" Qin Le raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Why do you suddenly think that way?"

He truly hadn't expected Luo Qiuyue to bring this up. The others also looked at Luo Qiuyue with puzzled expressions.

They all knew very well that Luo Qiuyue had been in command since the first trial, and not just because Qin Le was lazy.

Furthermore, Luo Qiuyue needed to hone her command skills through this opportunity—her future path after ascension was almost set: to follow her master, Yue Cijing, and serve as a commander on the Heavenly Battlefield.

This is a valuable opportunity for her to gain practical experience.

"It's all about finishing what you started." Luo Qiuyue smiled, her tone relaxed. "Since you were in charge the first time, it's time for you to wrap things up the last time and bring it to a perfect close."

Qin Le gave her a meaningful look and smiled, "Isn't that the only reason?"

Luo Qiuyue, having been seen through, didn't mince words, but smiled helplessly and confessed, "Alright, I can't hide it from you. I do... want to see how you're giving instructions again."

She had studied Qin Le's only command video repeatedly. She had figured out what she could learn and imitate, but she always felt that there were still some deeper things she couldn't grasp.

She hopes to see the live version again in person and gain new inspiration.

We should certainly learn from the classic battles of the Celestial Realm, but that's something for the future.

"I don't mind," Qin Le nodded readily. "However, if we're changing coaches at the last minute, we should at least ask the other students for their opinions."

The commanders are different and have very different styles, so everyone needs to adapt and cooperate.

"They'll agree." Luo Qiuyue seemed confident all along, smiling as she took out her phone and started a poll in the group chat:

[For the final Heavenly Soldier Trial of this semester, do you agree to replace the commander with Qin Le?]

As soon as the voting window popped up, the group was silent for a moment, and then messages flooded the screen.

"???"

"Should we switch to Qin Le as the commander?"

"Really?"

"Yes! We absolutely have to agree!"

"I haven't seen Senior Qin Le conduct yet!"

"+1, out of curiosity!"

"..."

After a brief and heated discussion, the voting results quickly showed a one-sided trend—the number of votes for the "yes" option skyrocketed.

In the end, apart from Qin Le himself, all 1,200 human students unanimously voted "yes".

This result left Qin Le somewhat taken aback: "They...really wanted to see this?"

"There's no way around it," Li Yanran said with a smile, teasingly. "To your younger schoolmates, you're practically a 'campus legend.' Who wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to see a 'legend' personally directing the game?"

She wasn't exaggerating.

Although Qin Le is a friendly person who answers all questions and is happy to give pointers during sparring sessions, he rarely shows off his strength or flaunts it.

As a teaching assistant, he delivers lectures that are both insightful and easy to understand, and he always appears relaxed and at ease.

All these behaviors, on the contrary, shrouded him in mystery, making his classmates curious about his potential.

"Alright." Qin Le rubbed his temples, somewhat amused. "Just make sure they're not 'disillusioned' by then."

"Haha, it's not that bad." The others laughed when they heard this.

As Qin Le's closest dining companions during his university years, they had long been accustomed to the various accolades surrounding him, and they also saw that beneath those accolades, Qin Le was essentially a reliable peer with a great personality, who could occasionally be quirky and a bit mischievous.

But this sense of normalcy comes from spending a long time together. For most classmates, Qin Le remains a legend they look up to.

Time flies, the last semester is coming to an end, and the final Heavenly Soldier Trial is here as scheduled.

In the trial realm, Qin Le stood in mid-air, his expression calm.

The five-colored military flag, embodying the spirit of humanity, fluttered silently around him.

He didn't give a grand pre-battle mobilization speech; with just a thought, clear, concise, yet extremely precise instructions were instantly transmitted to the consciousness of every student participating in the battle through the military flag.

The battle erupted silently.

Luo Qiuyue hovered behind and to the side of Qin Le, observing intently. The more she looked, the more shocked she became.

Qin Le's command was nothing short of terrifying.

Under his seemingly calm commands, more than a thousand students transformed into a precise yet violent whole.

Their movements, infiltrations, feints, and coordinated attacks... every action seemed meticulously calculated, yet flowed smoothly and without any hesitation.

Everything—including seemingly defensive positioning—ultimately points to the same goal:

An extreme offensive.

Fifteen thousand chaotic beasts at the Refinement of Emptiness and Integration of Dao level surged like a surging gray-black tide.

However, before the "student army" under Qin Le's command, this tide was like hitting the sharpest and most efficient meat grinder. The number of Chaos Beasts was decreasing at a visible rate.

This was not an evenly matched battle, and it could not even be called a war.

This was more like a meticulously planned, pure annihilation.

Or rather, a massacre so efficient it sent chills down your spine.

Luo Qiuyue unconsciously bit her lip.

A faint light flashed on her shoulder, and a palm-sized female phantom clad in exquisite armor quietly appeared—it was her master, Yue Cijing.

"Master," Luo Qiuyue's voice was slightly hoarse as she asked using her divine sense, "Can you... find any flaws or oversights in his command?"

The illusory image of the Moonlit Mirror gazed at the ever-changing battle below, remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook its head, its tone grave: "So far, we cannot find it."

As a personal guard under the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, she had experienced countless battles, large and small, and her command experience was extremely rich.

But watching Qin Le's command at this moment, she felt an impenetrable sense of oppression.

Qin Le's strategy seemed to focus all its power on offense, displaying its sharp edge, but in reality, the entire battle formation operated seamlessly, with the defensive capabilities already implied in the connection and transition of each attack, leaving no room for error.

However, its overwhelming speed of annihilation was so dazzling that people subconsciously overlooked the tightness of its defense system.

This sense of control over the entire battlefield, reaching the level of the Dao, was something Yue Cijing had only experienced when the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden commanded certain key battles. It was a high-dimensional control that transcended specific tactics and went straight to the essence of war.

Perhaps, through repeated review and analysis afterward, she can find some subtle details that can be explored or optimized based on her richer experience.

But at this very moment, in the midst of this lightning-fast battle, Yue Cijing, with the discerning eye of an excellent commander, could not find any weaknesses that could be exploited.

She even silently calculated in her mind that if she were standing opposite Qin Le, commanding a force of the same size and quality... the result would probably not be much better than those Chaos Beasts below who only knew how to charge and kill on instinct.

Under Qin Le's calm command, this trial of heavenly soldiers had become a ruthless and efficient demonstration of his personal way of war.