Four Split Personalities

And Ramollok plagiarizing the answers seemed to be purely because he wanted to copy the answers.

On the other hand, if the choice of initial answers was merely coincidental, whether Ramollok wanted to hide his true capabilities, or simply wanted to appear approachable, or was just lazy to play seriously, his subsequent series of actions almost confirmed Mo Tan’s suspicions.

Truth be told, Ramollok’s playstyle was by the book, completely contradicting his usual approach. In terms of distinctiveness, it was even less impressive than the occasional blunder or brilliant move by Galavina.

At this moment, Motan started to ponder again, wondering about the significance of Ramollok’s actions, based on his meager understanding of the latter.

This wasn’t easy, and for many, it was an impossible task, but right now, ’Hei Fan’ sitting here might be able to achieve it, thanks to the exceptional traits he possesses under his current persona.

Finally, with ten minutes left until the competition ended, two of Ramollok’s commands allowed Motan to vaguely catch the answer.

The first command was a sudden order to recall four light cavalry units that were always on the alert line, to reinforce the main formation’s resistance to impact.

The second command was a reversal to resume sending scouts for continuous maneuvers after canceling the order to stop relaying information to the main force.

The first command seemed by the book, but Motan noticed something off. While it appeared fine, it didn’t quite align with the overall battle tone, as if trying to mend the pen after losing the sheep. Yet, beneath this layer, it genuinely ensured the stability in the latter stage of the battle, crushing Galavina’s last hope of breaking through the center.

This command had a slight shadow of Ramollok.

While many found the second command senseless, in Motan’s eyes, it was mental torment for the enemy. Under that circumstance, sending the few remaining scouts to keep relaying information wasn’t important anymore; even if the red team’s main force did nothing, Galavina’s remaining force would struggle to handle a conventional siege.

Yet, this pressure was still applied by Ramollok, forcing the opponent to accept it!

Because if they didn’t continue to split forces to intercept the red scouts, once the main forces responded, Galavina would have no chance whatsoever.

Her choice was like drinking poison to quench thirst, and she had no choice but to drink that poison, because not drinking it would mean immediate doom.

This tactic... also had traces of Ramollok’s style.

Throughout the match, only the above two commands carried Ramollok’s distinct style.

Motan contemplated for a long time and finally concluded that Ramollok wasn’t restraining himself but was making amends.

Amending two unlikely leaks that posed a potential risk of failure.

Two so-called leaks that were unlikely to lead to failure, not really leaks at all.

And this is also a characteristic of Ramollok that Motan recognizes.

He does not accept any avoidable failure, even if the chance of failure is almost a miracle.

To spoil the mood, Motan thought that Ramollok seemingly always considered himself on par with someone like Cordova, but in reality, his luck wasn’t bad, it was actually quite good.

Yet even so, he couldn’t tolerate such matters.

Although this seemed like a confrontation where the victory of either side would surprise people, Ramollok never intended to lose from the start.

Given this premise, why were there two leaks that needed his special attention for amends? Motan couldn’t believe Ramollok inadvertently left them.

Eliminate all impossibilities, and only one answer remains.

Ramollok was amending someone else’s leak!

And that someone wouldn’t be the so-called standard answer or the opponent Galavina.

Thus, it could only be the counselor assigned to Ramollok by the official Warfire League, who was in the same team as him.

Having realized that, Motan suddenly understood.

If he hadn’t guessed wrong, then from the beginning of the competition, Ramollok might have already started to guide that counselor—who theoretically shouldn’t exhibit extra performance—to make judgments, and he almost unchangedly used the opinions inadvertently disclosed by the counselor and implemented them by his own hand.

It must be admitted that the counselor’s level was indeed not low, at least stronger than the dwarf girl sitting opposite Ramollok, so Ramollok almost didn’t mix his own opinions in the early stage, merely replicating the central idea of that person’s feedback based on the intelligence (Motan noticed Ramollok mostly listened, hardly glanced at the intelligence) and using it without the participant noticing.

Until the end of that drill, it seemed that the counselor, prematurely confident of victory, didn’t notice the two problems, and only then did Ramollok casually correct them.

To Motan, those two nonchalant ’corrections’ were the essence of the entire drill confrontation, the ’divine strokes’ everyone had been anticipating, yet, unfortunately, even Daylight Black, who had quite a command insight, failed to see it.

All in all, Ramollok almost completed a cheat unnoticed, simply having his counselor play for him, but such a cheat couldn’t be recognized as cheating, because firstly, it wasn’t discovered, and secondly, the skills and insight required to complete such a ’cheat’ far exceeded those necessary to beat Ramollok’s initial opponent.

Of course, no one else noticed was just Motan’s own thought. In reality...

"Teresa."

The seventh combat zone’s other referee, a handsome human guy with flowing blonde hair, one level above Foster Ward, a seventh-year student from the Dan Slave Military Academy, Karouz Webb lightly patted his partner’s shoulder, curiously asked, "What are you thinking?"

"Ah!"

Tiny Teresa Tarosa, the witch, barely taller than Double Leaf by half a head, shuddered reflexively, making a small animal-like squeal. After realizing it was Karouz who patted her, she patted her (far larger than Double Leaf) chest with relief, taking a deep breath, "Oh, it’s Mr. Webb, you scared me."

Webb dryly chuckled, tugged at the corner of his mouth, and shrugged, "Well, you scared me first, wandering off like that?"

"Sor... sorry, just thinking a bit."

Uneasily playing with the braided hair hanging over her shoulder, Teresa’s bright white face flushed with a visible red hue, and before Karouz could jokingly remark, she noted, "It was the recent match... I just feel uneasy about something."

Karouz clicked his tongue, looked back at the compartment where Ramollok was previously, laughed dryly, "What about it? I’m uneasy too! When I met that big shot, I was about to be thrilled, and it turned out? Damn, that performance was a disaster, honestly, if it were me, that encounter just now..."

"Would lose."

Murmuring like a dream, Teresa whispered a sentence.

"What?"

Karouz was immediately bewildered, deftly exporting the magic sand table’s recording crystal card while exclaiming, "I said with his current performance! If he was holding back, then I wouldn’t count that."

"Ramollok..."

Leaning down, Teresa pulled out all the duplicate instruction cards sent earlier by Ramollok’s counselor from the card slot under the sand table, refraining from executing clearance work. Instead, she picked out two rather concise ones, and beneath her long lashes, her beautiful gray eyes began to clear: "He just... performed twice."

Karouz frowned, gazing in bewilderment at this fourth-year junior sister, who had monstrous talent in the military field but was otherwise mindlessly naive: "What do you mean?"

The witch did not respond at first, instead rubbing her brow and softly sighing...

"Literally."

Chapter 1269: End

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