Chapter 141: Little Tank, Rat-a-Tat-Tat

More than just stunned and dumbfounded, when the white light faded and the scene returned to view, the entire city of Jiang was left utterly speechless...

Moments later, shouts, hisses, exclamations, and murmurs surged like a tidal wave, overwhelming everything!

Cui Zhaoze was coughing so hard he could barely speak: "Too much to swallow at once can choke you!"

Everyone shared the same thought: Is such a move even possible?

The rule for this round was that if the Heart Protector was broken, the contestant was out. Then, they could go to the entrance to receive another one and continue the exam. Three tries were the maximum. But what if... the Heart Protector wasn’t broken?

Then they’d just be held, dragged, trapped—turned into a little cannon cart, forced to keep drifting and rolling around the exam field, unable to move even a fraction, and worse, forced to shoot for others... no chance even to quit and restart.

This, this, this was just too cruel, wasn’t it? Surely this had to be against the rules!

The people of Jiang city didn’t harbor any grudge against Ye Chao; it was purely that this move was so infuriatingly clever that everyone wanted to understand it thoroughly.

Even Alpha Ji, who nearly couldn’t sit still and wanted to crawl along the network cable to help but was forcibly held back, was stunned and then immensely relieved: “Luckily I didn’t rush over, or I’d have missed such an exhilarating scene.”

The proctors instantly felt like their heads were about to explode.

Was this a foul?

The rules really didn’t contain any clause forbidding this.

So it wasn’t?

But it was undeniably... excessive. Even if they had allowed a straightforward way to restart, it would have been better.

*Sigh~~~~~~~*

How had such a glaring loophole gone unnoticed before?

Gasping for breath and tearing at their hair, the thinning areas on some heads had unknowingly expanded greatly.

After much thought, they finally realized it wasn’t the rules that had loopholes—it was Ye Chao’s little cart that defied all logic.

Ye Chao could casually conjure fire-based weapons, and everyone had grown used to this throughout the exam.

But normally, who could bring such bizarre equipment into the test?

Forget the prison cart—bringing a few sets of shackles to immobilize someone completely would already require weighing whether such a burden was worth carrying. None of them had a building on hand.

Even if they did, it couldn’t possibly fit so perfectly, as if custom-made!

Even though Ye Chao was only a three-star, not a five-star, able to stretch, deform, and mold weapons into any desired shape at will...

Without this little cart, such a strange situation could never have arisen.

The examiners’ assessment was absolutely correct: Ye Chao lacked the ability to do this. Even a virtual-space machine tool couldn’t do it; designing, calibrating, and adjusting would take tens of minutes to an hour. By the time it was ready, Chang Kongxin would have had countless descendants.

So how did this thing appear?

Quite simply: this little tank cart was the Transforming Mech version 1.66!

Starting with version 2.0, the transforming mechs began to resemble miniature Gundams, but version 1.0 was the traditional kind—four-legged, six-legged, wheeled, or tracked vehicles.

It moved swiftly and was easy to operate, but it was still limited by inherent drawbacks. It was like a little giant trying gymnastics—it would drag the ground. Like Guo Si trying to play ping pong—unable to see the ball. Tank-type mechs couldn’t climb steps, and basic combat moves like parrying, tumbling, and dodging were impossible.

So after modifying version 66, Ye Chao discarded the entire concept and started over from 2.0.

But to commemorate and for ease of reference, some failed versions were kept, leading to this sudden inspiration.

When equipped on himself, it was an off-road buggy; when equipped on Chang Kongxin, it became a prison combined with a small tank—the perfect match for Chang’s shooting skills, which compensated for the buggy’s mediocre attack power. It was a perfect pairing; with anyone else, it wouldn’t have been worth it.

Some might say, if that’s the case, when Ye Chao fought someone, he could just trap them in a cage with a flick of his hand—wouldn’t that be invincible?

It wasn’t that strong...

Because turning virtual items into real entities took time—even just a few seconds—and if the target wasn’t unconscious or unable to resist, a simple movement could cause the manifestation to fail and the skill to be interrupted.

Unless he became stronger in the future, cultivating to the level of the “Birdcage” fruit.

Otherwise, he could only do what he did now: knock someone out and then imprison them to serve as human cannon fodder.

“Chang, Chang-ge?” The squad from Number One High School was restless and panicked.

When they first entered, they were promised a grand show, but in the blink of an eye, someone else was made the cannon—this was not at all what they expected...

Realizing the situation, Chang Kongxin’s face gradually flushed a deep red, as if he were about to lose control: “Ye Chao, a soldier can be killed but not humiliated. Either you let me go, or... you kill me!”

“Letting you go is impossible. You want to keep causing trouble?”

“And if I kill you, are you really willing? You rank 77th; as long as you pass the comprehensive combat test, the four big schools won’t be a problem for you.”

“But if you get eliminated...” then the four big schools would be out of reach.

The four big schools versus the others was like comparing 985/211 universities to third-tier colleges... well, that analogy might not be so clear, since most people only understand such differences after entering society.

How to put it?

The four big schools and the rest were like a girl with a nine out of ten in looks compared to one with a six; like Shaolin and Wudang compared to the Funiu Sect; like the German national team versus the Chinese team—of course, referring to football...

As Ye Chao spoke, Chang Kongxin’s face shifted from red to green, then green to pale white.

When Chang said “kill,” he truly meant it—actual death, not elimination.

To try to show off but end up as cannon fodder, humiliated in front of two hundred thousand Jiang city residents, in that moment, he truly wished he were dead.

But Ye Chao’s words inadvertently reminded him of the future prospects of the four big schools—potential promotions and raises, becoming a general manager, CEO, marrying a wealthy beauty...

His impulse gradually faded, replaced by a stubborn resolve.

“I... why should I help you?”

“If you don’t help, fine. Then stay in the cart until the exam ends.”

“No, no, I’ll help, I’ll help...”

So Ye Chao maneuvered the little tank, casually strolling along.

After a few steps, a familiar voice arose: “Hello everyone, I’m candidate Ye Chao. Today, this lesson will explain some physical concepts: luminous intensity, luminous flux, illuminance, and brightness.”

“These aren’t covered in high school physics, so they might seem unfamiliar... but you’ve seen their practical power.”

“...”

Silence filled the room.

At a time like this, still thinking about lessons? Unbelievable!

The other dazzled candidates had plenty to say to Ye Chao; the Number One High School and homework groups wanted to ask for protection; other high schools naturally wanted to avoid conflict—but no one got the chance to speak.

Watching Ye Chao drone on like a substitute teacher, they exchanged glances and then drifted off in all directions...

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