Gao Lan and the Players Were Both Shocked

Cheng Huan's scalp went numb from the shock. He was already speechless, and the way he looked at Ding Ling grew increasingly astonished, as though he were watching an Unmatched Divine General on the verge of rising to prominence!

"Hmm?! What was that sound?"

Gao Lan had been happily teaching the new recruits Basic Stance Training.

He seemed to have already foreseen Ding Ling's fate a day from now: a pained, helpless expression as Ding Ling followed him to the Gao Family and became a household servant!

But all of a sudden, he seemed to hear a tremendous crash coming from the direction of his tent.

"What happened?"

Gao Lan looked toward the sound in surprise.

The sight left him stunned.

His tent had collapsed.

And in the center of the tent stood a young man holding a long saber.

That young man was none other than Ding Ling.

Standing beside Ding Ling was Cheng Huan.

But Cheng Huan's condition seemed somewhat off at the moment.

What exactly had happened?!

Gao Lan instinctively sensed that something was wrong. One possibility came to mind, but it seemed far too absurd. Yet aside from that, what else could have caused Cheng Huan to lose his composure like this?!

Countless thoughts flashed through Gao Lan's mind, and he no longer had any interest in instructing the recruits. He waved his hand for his assistant to come over again. "Take them."

Without waiting for his assistant to reply, he grabbed his Spear and ran toward Ding Ling.

Leaving behind a group of bewildered new recruit Players.

The Players did not recognize Ding Ling.

However, anyone who made Gao Lan, their "instructor," personally run over several times had to be extraordinary. They just did not know whether he was a Native or a Player.

He should be a Native NPC. There didn't seem to be any Player in Ji Province doing particularly well right now, enough to make Gao Lan, a future member of the Four Pillars and One Beam, regard him so highly.

Judging by how much Gao Lan values that guy, he clearly can't be underestimated. I wonder which famous figure from history he is?

The Players could not help sizing Ding Ling up and down, secretly making guesses.

This Myth Game was exceptionally realistic. Unlike other online games, it did not display a "Player" name above one's head. So how could they determine whether someone was a Player?

They could only tell through everyday conversation.

Or rather, among the people in the barracks during this period, those who looked particularly frail were most likely Players. Especially those seventy or eighty years old who still came to new recruit training—they were absolutely Players through and through.

After all, in this Three Kingdoms World, things had not yet reached the point where old men needed to be recruited into battle as soldiers.

And those who looked obviously strong—

Were most likely NPCs.

Ding Ling looked very strong. The great saber in his hand seemed as light as nothing, naturally drawing the Players' attention and respect.

Gao Lan took him even more seriously than the Players did.

He strode to the front of the tent and carefully examined Ding Ling. He could not help drawing a sharp breath, for he understood the changes in Ding Ling's body.

Then he lowered his head to look at the tent!

Sure enough, he saw a slash carved into it.

The mark was fresh, and it was clearly made by a bladed weapon.

And the only person standing there just now had been Ding Ling.

To split open a tent with a single slash—not deliberately, but merely through the force of one's energy—what kind of strength was that?!

Gao Lan's heart thumped wildly. He circled Ding Ling twice in disbelief before asking hesitantly:

"Ding Ling, I remember that you couldn't even hold this saber so easily before. Why had you improved so much in just half an hour?"

"Because I learned the Battlefield Saber Art."

Ding Ling was high-spirited. His Max-Level Acting activated, perfectly disguising him as a confident, proud genius.

"And I thoroughly comprehended the Battlefield Saber Art. That's why I achieved such results."

"...!!"

Gao Lan's mouth fell open. He wanted to say something, but his tongue felt tied. He twisted his neck, and only after a long while did he feel somewhat recovered. Then he looked at Cheng Huan with a dry laugh and said:

"Do you believe it?"

"I saw it with my own eyes. How could it be false?"

Cheng Huan had already recovered from his shock. He sighed.

"I can now say with absolute certainty that Ding Ling will definitely become an Unmatched Divine General comparable to General Pan Feng in the future!"

"...!!!"

Gao Lan's pupils suddenly widened.

Although he had long had his suspicions—

Now that he had truly received such an answer—

He still found it difficult to accept!

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Gao Lan was even more agitated than Cheng Huan. His handsome face had turned sickly pale, whether from embarrassment or overwhelming shock and disbelief.

"I don't believe it!"

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not."

Cheng Huan had accepted it by now. He was merely a Third-Rate Military General. Faced with an Unmatched Divine General like Ding Ling, someone destined to become a Super First-Rate Military General, he could only look up at him. Seeing Gao Lan refuse to believe it, he could not help snapping:

"This is the truth!"

"..."

Gao Lan shot Cheng Huan an unhappy look. Cheng Huan had been flattering him before, but now that he had gained something, he was turning on him? Was that any way to behave?

Cheng Huan evidently realized that his words and expression might be misunderstood. He immediately became serious and said:

"Gao Lan, don't misunderstand. I'm deeply shocked as well, which is why I spoke so casually. How about this?"

He looked at Ding Ling.

"Perform the Battlefield Saber Art again and let Gao Lan take a good look at your unparalleled talent with the saber!"

By the end, he could barely contain his excitement.

Clearly, he felt deeply honored and pleased with himself for having uncovered such a treasure.

"Yes, General."

Ding Ling still hoped Cheng Huan would continue taking him to learn other martial arts and techniques, or perhaps see whether Gao Lan could teach him spear techniques. Naturally, there was no reason for him to hide his abilities.

Clang!

The long saber in his hand rose slightly. Then, as the Battlefield Saber Art activated, a grim and tragic aura naturally spread out. Boom! His blade moved with his body, and the long saber in his hand once again transformed into a dazzling streak, a Jiaolong.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A fierce gust rushed toward them!

Cheng Huan was full of admiration and praise.

Gao Lan remained expressionless, but his pupils kept shrinking. Heaven knew how shocked he was inside at this moment!

Even having one's entire worldview shattered would not be more extreme than this!

"That guy is so strong!"

The Players became distracted. One after another, they turned to look and began discussing it among themselves.

"I've seen the saber techniques of some First-Rate Military Generals, and none of them looked as good as his! It's simply beautiful. What saber technique is that? Even from so far away, it gives me a feeling of terror!"

"Yeah. There aren't many saber techniques in the Three Kingdoms World that possess both beauty and killing power. He's clearly a famous general from Ji Province. I think I just heard Gao Lan call him Ding Ling. Do any of you remember a famous general named Ding Ling in Romance of the Three Kingdoms?"

"I've heard of Ding Feng and Ding Yuan, but Ding Ling? This is my first time hearing that name."

Boom!

Ding Ling delivered his final slash, as though splitting open mountains and seas. Amid a thunderous crash, the fallen tent split apart once more.