The electronic display showed PT successfully capturing the Flag, increasing their score, while Team 01 lost points and dropped another rank.
The competition was brutal—a battlefield of the mind, not unlike one with flashing blades and shadows. It demanded strategy, mental resilience, and the ability to adapt spontaneously.
Zhang Qiang's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. "What a wicked scheme."
Xu Xin shook his head. "It's that we weren't skilled enough—file monitoring, traffic control, self-patching defenses, exp scripting, multitasking between defense, attack, and trap-setting—I'm convinced and accept my loss wholeheartedly."
After all, everything else is just fluff; hand speed matters most on the field.
In this aspect, Xu Xin's trio combined still couldn't match the black-clad boy alone. One had to admit, geniuses truly do exist in this world.
No, with such precise logic and meticulous thought processes, even Cheng Fan back then probably wouldn't have been his match.
