29: Chapter 29 Heavy Armor Push

Inside the holographic battle pod, Wang Pingan's consciousness entered the simulated battlefield.

This exchange battle adopted a large-scale holographic sandbox; it would not allow the students' Divine Kingdoms to truly border each other, only deploying combat projections of their citizens.

Battle damage would not affect the original bodies, but mental exhaustion would be fed back to the citizens.

The battlefield was an open wasteland with a simple terrain, suitable for a head-on confrontation.

Gu Jianbai was clearly very satisfied with this terrain.

Sword cultivators feared complex obstacles that affected the flight paths of their flying swords; an open battlefield was perfect for utilizing the advantage of long-range volleys.

System prompts unfolded before Wang Pingan's eyes.

"Both sides shall deploy no more than five hundred citizens."

"If battle damage reaches one-fifth, the system can forcibly declare a loss."

"If one side voluntarily admits defeat, the battle ends immediately."

Gu Jianbai did not hesitate and directly deployed three hundred sword cultivator citizens.

Blue-gray light and shadows fell upon the wasteland.

The three hundred sword cultivator citizens lined up in three rows, their flying swords hovering in front of them, the blades vibrating constantly.

Most of their cultivation levels were between the third and fourth layers of Qi Refining.

Among them, the dozens of elites in the front row had already reached the fifth layer of Qi Refining.

In terms of cultivation alone, this batch of sword cultivators was indeed not weak.

More crucially, they had almost no logistical footprint.

Their clothing and armor were simple, their food supply was ordinary, and all resources were poured into their flying swords and sword techniques.

This was the path of an extreme Sword Dao civilization.

Ignoring food, housing, ecology, and long-term balance, they prioritized maximizing combat power first.

On the auditorium's large screen, the moment the three hundred sword cultivators appeared, the students from Tianhai No. 1 High School cheered immediately.

"Brother Gu's sword cultivator legion is here!"

"With three hundred flying swords unleashed at once, who can stop them?"

"What can Tianhai No. 1 High School use to fight? Are they going to catch the swords with their faces?"

The students of Tianhai No. 1 High School wore worried expressions.

They did not like Gu Jianbai, but they had to admit that the appearance of these three hundred sword cultivators was indeed very imposing.

With flying swords hovering in the air and sword energy crisscrossing, the momentum was fierce.

Gu Jianbai stood in his own battle perspective, his gaze cast toward Wang Pingan's direction: "Wang Pingan, don't say I'm bullying you; you can deploy up to five hundred."

Wang Pingan turned a deaf ear and directly opened the Divine Kingdom deployment permissions.

In the northern martial arts field, the five hundred elite projections of the Xianwu Meat Grinder Array were selected.

These five hundred people were all the core of the two-thousand-strong heavy armor legion.

Two hundred Martial Dao Citizens with blades and shields.

Two hundred Cultivation Citizens with crimson flame sabers.

One hundred mixed elite reinforcements.

Their average cultivation had already reached the fifth layer of Body Refining and the fifth layer of Body Forging.

Among them, the few captains personally trained by Wang Shan were already approaching the sixth layer.

The next moment, five hundred heavy armor citizens descended onto the battlefield.

The pitch-black Black Iron Shields landed on the ground, emitting a rhythmic, muffled thud.

crimson flame sabers were unsheathed, fire patterns lit up, and red light flickered on the blades.

Clad in heavy steel armor from head to toe, with a shield wall spread out in a line, the five hundred people stood there, instantly suppressing the atmosphere of the wasteland.

Gasps of surprise echoed through the auditorium.

The laughter from the other school ceased.

The eyes of the Tianhai No. 1 High School students lit up.

Zhao Yang was so excited he almost jumped up.

"Damn, it's only been a few days, and he's changed equipment again?"

Looking at the crimson flame sabers and Black Iron Shields, Wang Qingyan immediately recognized the source of this equipment.

The spiritual herbs she provided, the iron ore provided by Zhao Yang, and the processing done by the Wang family workshop.

Wang Pingan had converted all of these things into combat power.

Seeing the formation of the five hundred heavy armor citizens, Old Li's expression finally softened.

He knew Wang Pingan was strong.

But the moment these five hundred people appeared, he was still shocked.

This was not the loose formation of soldiers commonly seen among students.

This was the prototype of a mature legion.

Gu Jianbai's expression faltered slightly.

He had assumed that at most, Wang Pingan would still be using the rune longswords and steel heavy armor from the weekly exam.

He hadn't expected that in just a few short days, Wang Pingan had switched to a blade-and-shield system better suited for battle formations.

Suppressing the unease in his heart, Gu Jianbai said coldly: "No matter how thick the iron cans are, they can't stop sword cultivators from breaking the formation."

Wang Pingan's tone was calm: "Let's test it."

The battle countdown ended.

Gu Jianbai took the initiative and gave the order.

"Ten thousand swords launch together, break the shields!"

The three hundred sword cultivator citizens raised their hands simultaneously.

The flying swords left their hands, carving dense sword trajectories in mid-air as they poured down toward Wang Pingan's heavy armor legion.

Sword light covered the front-row shield wall.

On the auditorium's large screen, the sky full of flying swords fell simultaneously, the visual extremely oppressive.

The other school's students shouted again.

"Break him!"

"The shield formation can't withstand the continuous slashes of the flying swords!"

"Brother Gu will take it directly!"

As the flying swords fell like rain, Wang Pingan raised his hand and ordered: "Form up."

The five hundred heavy armor citizens stepped forward in unison.

The Martial Dao Citizens in the front row raised their Black Iron Shields, pouring their blood energy into the shield faces, causing dark red runes to light up one by one.

The Cultivation Citizens in the back row injected spiritual energy into the formation nodes, and a layer of red light curtain unfolded, clinging to the shield wall.

The flying swords smashed against the shield wall.

A continuous clanging sound rang out.

The first round of sword rain did not break the shields.

The second round of flying swords circled and slashed again, still leaving only white marks on the Black Iron Shields.

A few flying swords struck the gaps between the shields, but were forcibly parried away by the reinforcement citizens using their crimson flame sabers.

Gu Jianbai's brows furrowed tightly.

It wasn't that his flying swords lacked lethality.

But to maximize numbers, his sword cultivators mostly used F-rank low-grade flying swords.

These flying swords were enough to kill ordinary soldiers in leather armor, but they were too inadequate to break Wang Pingan's Black Iron Shields and steel heavy armor.

What was even more troublesome was that Wang Pingan's shield wall was not a dead object.

Behind every shield, there was a Martial Dao Citizen supporting it with blood energy, and in the rear, there were Cultivation Citizens replenishing the spiritual energy nodes.

The sword rain could wear them down, but it could not tear open the battle line.

Observing the frequency of the falling flying swords, Wang Pingan issued an instruction: "Take medicine, advance."

The front-row citizens quickly took out basic healing powders and spiritual energy recovery potions.

These medicines were not for treating major injuries, but for reducing shock damage and replenishing the blood energy fluctuations caused by carrying pressure for a long time.

The spiritual herbs provided by Wang Qingyan came in handy at this moment.

The heavy armor legion began to advance while bearing the sword rain.

One step.

Two steps.

Ten steps.

The wall formed by the Black Iron Shields slowly pressed toward the sword cultivator formation.

The flying swords slashed down continuously, but they could never stop the shield wall.

Gu Jianbai finally grew anxious.

He hadn't expected Wang Pingan's legion to be this tough.

Sword cultivators feared this type of enemy the most.

You can hit them, but you can't penetrate them.

You can wear them down, but you can't outlast the opponent's medicine and formation.

Gu Jianbai ordered sharply: "Merge the sword energy, strike the center!"

The three hundred sword cultivators changed their sword stance.

The flying swords no longer attacked separately, but gathered in the air into dozens of thick torrents of sword energy, booming toward the center of the shield wall.

This move was clearly more powerful.

The center of the shield wall shook violently, and several Martial Dao Citizens were forced to retreat half a step.

The other school's students were instantly energized again.

"It's working!"

"The middle is cracked, keep pressing!"

"That's how sword cultivators should break a formation!"

Wang Pingan's expression was steady: "Reinforce the gaps, twist the formation and press forward."

Fifty reserve elites immediately filled the gaps.

The Cultivation Citizens in the back row shifted their spiritual energy, and crimson flame saber light slashed out from the gaps between the shields, directly interrupting several sword energy torrents.

The captains personally selected by Wang Shan roared in the projection while wielding their shields.

"Hold the line, don't disgrace the God Lord!"

The five hundred heavy armor legion suddenly increased their speed.

The shield wall continued to advance, bearing the torrent of sword energy.

The distance between the two sides was closed to within a hundred paces.

Cold sweat beaded on Gu Jianbai's forehead.

Sword cultivators' greatest strength was long-range suppression.

Once a heavy armor legion got close, his three hundred sword cultivators would be in great danger.

"Scatter, flank them!"

He hurriedly changed his command.

The three hundred sword cultivators attempted to scatter to the sides, using flying swords to contain the shield formation.

But this was exactly what Wang Pingan had been waiting for.

"Twist and kill."

The middle section of the shield wall suddenly opened.

Small formations of thirty people cut out from the front, and the heavy armor citizens on both wings pressed up simultaneously.

crimson flame saber light spewed out from the gaps in the shield wall.

The Martial Dao Citizens used Black Iron Shields to seal the path, and the Cultivation Citizens used crimson flame sabers to finish them off.

The sword cultivator citizens had thin clothing and armor, and once engaged in close quarters, they could not withstand the impact of the heavy armor blade-and-shield units.

The first batch of sword cultivators had just been swept into the small formations when they were knocked down by shield strikes, and subsequently, their projections were slashed apart by crimson flame saber light.

The second batch of sword cultivators tried to control their swords to counterattack, but their positions were directly suppressed by the shield wall.

The flying swords could not maneuver at close range, and their power immediately dropped.

Wang Pingan's Xianwu Meat Grinder Array began to truly operate.

Front row pressing.

Middle row slaughtering.

Both wings sealing.

Rear filling in.

Gu Jianbai's sword cultivator formation collapsed in pieces.

In the auditorium, the excitement on the faces of the other school's students gradually froze.

They watched the big screen, and no one spoke anymore.

Gu Jianbai's previous flying sword volley was indeed impressive.

But now, Wang Pingan's heavy armor legion had already pushed those three hundred sword cultivators into the meat grinder zone.

The scene was too direct.

The sword cultivators were squeezed by the shield wall, slashed open by the crimson flame sabers, and blown apart by the impact of blood energy.

The students of Tianhai No. 1 High School began to cheer.

"Press up!"

"Hack him!"

"Let him be arrogant just now!"

Zhao Yang raised his arms and shouted: "Pingan, smash his sword box too!"

The students nearby were stunned for a moment, then burst into a round of laughter and roars.

On the battlefield, Gu Jianbai still wanted to struggle.

He ordered the remaining hundred-plus sword cultivators to gather in the rear, preparing to launch the final round of sword energy impact.

Wang Pingan did not give him the chance.

After the five hundred heavy armor legion completed the semi-encirclement, the Xianwu Meat Grinder Array compressed comprehensively.

crimson flame saber light connected into a single piece, and the Black Iron Shields squeezed inward step by step.

The activity space of the sword cultivator citizens became smaller and smaller.

As soon as a flying sword flew up, it was swept down by the crimson flame saber light.

As soon as a sword cultivator tried to retreat, they were blocked back by the shield formations on both wings.

In less than half an incense stick of time.

The system prompt sounded.

"Gu Jianbai's side has suffered battle damage exceeding one-fifth."

"The battlefield situation is detected to be completely unbalanced."

"Battle ended."

"Winner: Tianhai No. 1 High School, Wang Pingan."

On the big screen, only broken projections remained of Gu Jianbai's three hundred sword cultivator citizens.

Wang Pingan's five hundred heavy armor citizens remained in complete formation.

The front-row shields had scratches, and a few citizens had suffered mental damage, but not a single one was judged to have fallen in battle.

The auditorium was silent for a moment.

Subsequently, a thunderous cheer erupted from the Tianhai No. 1 High School student area.

Old Li's face turned bright red, and he slapped his palm on the table, almost knocking over his teacup.

The smile on the face of the other school's team leader vanished completely.

Gu Jianbai sat stiffly in the battle pod, his eyes devoid of focus, having not moved for a long time.

He didn't understand how he could have lost so quickly.

His sword cultivators clearly had a more impressive appearance, there were clearly more flying swords, and the sword energy was clearly brighter.

But in front of Wang Pingan's heavy armor legion, all advantages were crushed to pieces.

The flying swords couldn't break the shields.

The sword cultivators couldn't withstand the blades.

Once the formation was in chaos, it was a massacre.

When the pod door opened, Gu Jianbai did not stand up immediately.

He looked at Wang Pingan walking out from the opposite side; the previous arrogant air was already gone.

Wang Pingan did not look at him for long.

His gaze fell on the gray-black card outside.

D-Rank Legion Killing Aura Concentration Method.

He had won this match.