Yin Kuang had formed a plan in his mind, but he did not act rashly. On the contrary, he grew calmer and calmer. He spent a full three days scouting the area, gradually forming a complete action plan in his mind. Other than scouting, he shut himself inside the small courtyard to adjust his condition, turning a deaf ear to everything else. Even when Wang Yun came looking for him, he turned him away on the excuse that he was in seclusion training.
Yin Kuang had already made up his mind! Since all of you were scheming against one another, turning the situation into such a lifeless, unfathomable mess that it was endlessly irritating, then he would smash this stalemate to pieces with one blow. He wanted to see what they would do then.
The first year of Chuping, February 15, 190 AD. For the academy students, there were still 54 days until the end of this "Eastern and Western Academy War." Half the time had already passed. As of today, Eastern Victory had lost 312 people, while Western God Academy had lost 228. The difference between East and West was 84 points. In other words, if Eastern Victory could not surpass Western God Academy in points over the next fifty-odd days, then Eastern Victory would lose this interschool examination.
At four in the morning, Yin Kuang suddenly opened his eyes and sprang to his feet. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, a restrained gleam flashed through them, and not a trace of drowsiness remained. Very quickly, Yin Kuang changed into a black night outfit and tied cords around his hands and feet to prevent his clothes from rustling. Dressed in black, he blended completely into the night.
Yin Kuang silently arrived