Four Split Personalities

"I’ve already made arrangements, but if we want to do it without anyone knowing, we’ll need a bit more patience."

Leaned lazily against the chair, Ramollok said casually, listening to the noise almost loud enough to flip the entire arena, while gently watching Liya Delin and the Snow Bathing Sword leave the field, he lightly asked: "Tom, after watching these few days of competitions, who do you think has a bigger chance of winning the team match final tomorrow?"

Tom was silent for a few seconds, then asked coldly: "Are you referring to the Diesel Family delegation and that Holy Spear Knight Academy or whatever?"

"The Holy Spear Knight Academy, which is where Miss Mu currently resides."

Ramollok corrected lightly with a chuckle and nodded: "Yes, that’s exactly what I’m referring to."

"Hm, they will indeed meet in the finals."

Even though the semifinals of the team match would only begin in a few hours, Tom, whose combat intelligence was absurdly high, could almost predict the results without much thought. As the annoying man beside him said, if nothing unexpected happens, tomorrow’s final could only be between the Holy Spear Knight Academy and the Diesel Delegation.

So, if the above assumptions are taken as basic conditions—

"The one on the Holy Spear Knight Academy’s side, with the Snow Bathing Sword."

Tom responded without hesitation.

Ramollok raised an eyebrow and asked with interest: "Reason?"

"Reason?"

Tom repeated in a slightly exaggerated tone and sneered: "The reason is that the Snow Bathing Sword is very strong."

Ramollok shook his head slightly and refuted: "According to what you’re saying, the young knights of the Diesel Family are also very strong, stronger than any participant from the Holy Spear Knight Academy except the Snow Bathing Sword."

"It’s laughable, just like two swarms of ants fighting each other. Even if one side is far less strong than the other, with ’people’ helping them, they can easily achieve victory."

Tom Leicester laughed contemptuously and glanced at Ramollok with disdain: "Aren’t you supposed to be a much stronger commander than Lucius? Can’t you even see that?"

"Precisely because I’m a competent player, I feel that things may not develop exactly as firmly as you assert."

Ramollok chuckled, lifted his leg leisurely and said: "Of course, I admit that the Holy Spear Knight Academy has a very large win probability, but it’s just a big probability, it doesn’t mean they can win a hundred percent."

Tom scoffed with a sneer: "Don’t tell me that if I let you command that Diesel cavalry, you could easily turn the situation around."

"Of course not, commanding that Diesel cavalry is just part of it; to overturn the situation, I’d definitely need some other factors, and even if all the conditions were met, it wouldn’t be ’easy’ at all."

Ramollok examined his nails carefully while casually asking: "I remember you told me before, Tom, although the combat skills of the Snow Bathing Sword are unbelievably high, comparable to an Epic Tier expert who focuses on Sword Dao, but fundamentally her real power is still just ’High-Order Pinnacle’, the same High-Order Pinnacle as the just defeated Miss Liya Delin, isn’t it?"

Tom didn’t speak, implicitly agreeing with Ramollok’s words, as this is what he said a few days ago, and it didn’t need rebuttal.

"Good, since that’s the case, may I ask you, Tom the teacher~"

Ramollok blinked, happily asking: "In your eyes as someone who is a monster like the Snow Bathing Sword, having reached the Epic Realm before nearly being obliterated, facing High-Order Pinnacle battles, is the Snow Bathing Sword truly invincible?"

"... It’s not impossible to win, but if it’s just a duel, it’s as good as impossible."

"A team match isn’t a duel."

"I can see it, but it doesn’t mean others can see it."

"Even the Legendary Rank Dean Marlala of the White Oath Knight Academy can’t?"

"No."

"Why?"

"A sage can defeat two Epic Stage Warriors, but he might not be able to use a Whirlwind Slash effectively."

"Do you mean that because the Legendary Rank dean is a Knight, and the Snow Bathing Sword is a ’Swordsman’, it’s hard for the former to see?"

"Correct."

"Then why can you see it? If I remember correctly, as a Black Wizard, your gap with a Swordsman is even bigger than the gap between a Knight and a Swordsman."

"..."

"Haha, why are you silent? Afraid to say ’talent’ because you’re worried I’ll mock you?"

Ramollok smirked, gesturing: "Relax, take it easy, Tom, we’re friends now, aren’t we?"

Tom coldly glared at the other party, saying nothing.

And then—

"Isn’t that the point?~"

Ramollok suddenly clapped lightly, startling Tom.

[What point? Did I say anything?]

Tom Leicester was a bit puzzled.

"If the people of the Diesel Family can, like you, sharply perceive the weakness of the Snow Bathing Sword, and on this basis, do well in targeted preparations~"

Ramollok cheerfully smiled and said leisurely: "Plus a strategist like me, if both of these preconditions are present, do you think they can win?"

A moment later

"I don’t know your ’strategist’ level, so I can’t ’think’."

Tom’s speech, slightly hissing, sounded in Ramollok’s ears.

"That’s true. Let me give you a simple example then."

The latter curled his index finger to push the lens in front of his left eye, smiling and said: "You were there the whole time during the Sumier Holy Mountain war, so let me say this. If the Grand Chief Priest Ethan or your father Lucius were replaced by me, then our supreme Lord would have successfully descended an avatar long ago, infecting all of Sumier’s land veins; and if I were the Speaker from the Sumier side, I’d confidently bury everyone in the Northeast Diocese in that snowfield, except perhaps you and Ethan the Chief Priest... maybe even Lucius."

Tom remained unmoved, coldly asking: "Oh, so?"

"So? So where is there such a good thing?"

Ramollok laughed heartily, shrugging: "This Holy Spear Knight Academy is likely to take both the ’individual’ and ’team’ championship this time."

"Then what were you rambling about?"

"Because this world is exciting precisely because it’s full of possibilities~"

...

Meanwhile

"Well done~"

Seeing Liya Delin, with a slightly flushed face, finish speaking to Gavinrad not far away and walk straight towards him, Motan, who smiled with relief from the moment she conceded, immediately stood up, giving her a thumbs up: "Really tough."

"Are you really praising me?"

The white elf female knight, eyes a bit red, burst into laughter, shrugged: "I literally did nothing, just ’went up’, ’conceded’, ’went down’, so where was it tough?"

Motan shook his head and suddenly turned to catch Ya Ya, who had sprinted for nearly ten meters and leapt into his arms, giving Liya Delin a perfect time to wipe her tears, while soothing his own Quan Niang and smiling lightly: "Admitting one’s weakness often requires more courage than recognizing one’s strength. I don’t think your brief concession was any easier than throwing everything aside for a battle of blood."

"Um..."

"How’s your condition?"

"Not bad."

"No issues leading the team in the group match this afternoon, right?"

"Of course."

"I’ll give you five minutes, finish the battle early, we’ll head back home today. I have something to discuss with everyone."

"Alright."

Chapter 1097: End