300: Chapter 300 The Calm Before the Storm

"It seems everything is fine now."

Seeing this, the Twelve-Winged Angel, whose body was becoming increasingly illusory, gave a light chuckle and turned to walk back into the scroll step by step.

The scroll, which had been radiating brilliant golden light, completely lost its luster and dissipated into scattered stardust.

In the center of the tower's light and shadow, an illusory figure emerged.

The avatar of Kraft nearby walked straight forward and, like a drop of water returning to the sea, crashed into the phantom and disappeared.

"The teacher's true body is here!"

Mild's wary expression finally relaxed completely, but he immediately looked at Zhang Huaiyuan with some apology:

"I'm sorry, Junior Martial Brother, it's my fault. If I had checked more carefully before acting and discovered the hidden methods they carried in time, you wouldn't have faced such a crisis."

He felt exceptionally remorseful.

The Association had stood at the peak of the Sea of Time for too long, and the prolonged peace had made him lose the caution he should have had.

If those from Holy Spirit City hadn't intervened just now, his Junior Martial Brother would have been assassinated right before his eyes!

Losing face was secondary; if such a genius had fallen, it would have been an irreparable loss for the Myriad Worlds.

"Second Senior Brother, you're being too hard on yourself."

Zhang Huaiyuan shook his head and said:

"No one could have expected these strangers would pay such a high price to kill me. Even if I dodged it this time, there would be a next time."

"Zhang Huaiyuan is right."

Just as Mild was about to say more, the illusory figure solidified, and a deep voice sounded from behind:

"This method is not something a few ants hiding in the dark world could pull off. Even the connection to the Virtual Tower experienced a momentary pause; this is unprecedented."

"Teacher."

Zhang Huaiyuan and Mild looked over at the same time, nodding in greeting.

"Mm, the Association will investigate this matter thoroughly. Before that, Zhang Huaiyuan."

Kraft's true body looked at his exceptionally gifted disciple, the anger in his eyes softening slightly:

"Your performance during your time at the academy has far exceeded the requirements set by me and Myriad Things. You are permitted to graduate early as an outstanding student."

"Furthermore, as of today, your status is changed from an Informal Disciple to a Personal Disciple. You are qualified to participate in the Association's advanced research. However, until the danger is completely cleared, try not to leave the vicinity of Time Island."

"Thank you, Teacher."

Zhang Huaiyuan looked delighted and hastily performed the formal bow for acknowledging a master again.

"Congratulations, Junior Martial Brother."

"Congratulations, Student Zhang."

Mild and the nearby instructors all offered their congratulations.

"Junior, congratulations."

Behind them, the other students also came forward with smiles, their eyes filled with envy and well-wishes.

"Thank you, everyone."

Zhang Huaiyuan returned the gesture and then looked at Talix and Fang Qingran. He could sense their intentions from earlier and said gratefully:

"Senior, Senior Sister, thank you both for your help just now. I will keep it in mind."

"Don't mention it, Junior... Sigh, we couldn't help at all, and..."

Talix and Fang Qingran looked somewhat ashamed.

"I understand, no need to say more."

Zhang Huaiyuan smiled and shook his head.

He naturally understood that their relationship wasn't close enough for them to disregard their own lives for him.

But judging by actions rather than intentions was enough.

"Those rats in the shadows fled quickly, but they think they can just run after attempting to assassinate my disciple? It won't be that easy."

While they were chatting quietly, Kraft's true body seemed to have finished inspecting everything in the surroundings, his expression growing more annoyed.

"Virtual-Reality Substitution!"

He coldly spat out those three words.

A mass of illusory light and shadow gradually solidified in front of Kraft.

Simultaneously, countless high-level weapons materialized, aiming at this phantom.

"Junior Martial Brother, Teacher is going to vent his anger for you."

Mild's eyes lit up as he spoke in a low voice.

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, Zhang Huaiyuan instinctively activated True Sight to look.

He discovered that the laws surrounding Kraft had changed completely at some point, becoming entirely different from original physical laws.

Though he could see the arrangement of the laws, he was completely unable to comprehend them.

"Junior Martial Brother, this is one of the highest-tier offensive methods in Virtual Technology."

Mild seemed to understand his confusion and explained via voice transmission:

"Simply put, it forcibly assumes that this condensed phantom is the enemy. After launching an attack on it, the damage can be transferred to the enemy's true body to a certain extent."

"Second Senior Brother, you mean even without knowing who the opponent is, you can still attack them?"

Zhang Huaiyuan almost doubted his own hearing and couldn't help but follow up: "What's the principle behind this?"

"That's right. The greater the difference in strength between the two sides, the higher the ratio of the transferred attack intensity. As for the principle..."

Mild coughed twice and said:

"This isn't something you can understand yet. It's better to let the teacher teach you personally in the future. Grasping advanced knowledge prematurely isn't good for your growth."

"Second Senior Brother is right."

Zhang Huaiyuan nodded in agreement.

High-level knowledge was certainly precious, but without a sufficient foundation to support it, it would instead affect one's judgment during research.

*(Hiss... Ugh...)*

At this moment, in the field.

As the illusion in front of Kraft was shattered by countless weapons, a faint, shrill, and malicious scream rang out.

Whether it was students like Zhang Huaiyuan or the academy instructors, they all felt a deep chill instinctively.

But in the next moment, with a cold snort from Kraft, all the strange phenomena vanished without a trace.

"Teacher, what was the res—"

"Mild, take them back to Time Island first."

Kraft slowly shook his head, interrupting him.

"Yes, Teacher."

Mild nodded respectfully upon hearing this and asked no more questions. He turned and called out:

"Let's go."

The group stepped into the illusory Time Island that had been set up earlier.

"Go."

With a wave of Kraft's hand, the illusion instantly turned from virtual to real, and the entire team's figures disappeared from this unknown space.

Having done all this, he floated quietly in place, as if in deep meditation.

But if one looked closely, they could see infinitely changing light and shadows flickering in his eyes.

"Not dead... not even heavily injured, otherwise it wouldn't be impossible to capture even a hint of their aura..."

After a long time, Kraft shook his head imperceptibly.

"They come with ill intent... It seems necessary to convene a Supreme Council meeting; this matter must be investigated thoroughly."