Squad Leader

The remaining students were all "friendly" sent off the battlefield one by one by Tang Wulin's team.

How one understood the word "friendly" was another matter.

When Tang Wulin stood in the center of the battlefield, giant hammer resting on his shoulder, his mismatched blue-and-gold eyes swept over the remaining crowd. At that instant, seven or eight of the so-called young geniuses selected by the various academies, students who thought they had some real skills, took half a step back.

He moved.

But only once.

Blue Silver Grass spread out from beneath his feet, covering the ground like a silent net. Every blade swayed gently in the air, its tip carrying an almost imperceptible golden sheen. He did not pursue anyone. He merely transformed the entire hundred-meter radius into his own sensory domain.

Who was where, who was gathering strength, who was preparing to escape by which route—all the information surged into his mind like a tide.

Then he stopped paying attention.

The rest of the battlefield was mainly left to the other three, who chased down and defeated their opponents one by one.

Gu Yue's figure darted through the woods.

Her Elemental Control was displayed to perfection at this moment—wind blades cleared the way, fireballs sealed off positions, earth walls cut off escape routes, and ice spikes struck with pinpoint accuracy. She did not use a single unnecessary Soul Skill. Every move was perfectly measured.

A boy tried to circle around the flank and ambush Xu Xiaoyan. After taking only three steps, a stone pillar suddenly burst from beneath his feet and launched him into the sky. Gu Yue did not even turn around. She merely raised her left hand, and a strand of Blue Silver Grass—Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass—sprang from the ground, wrapped precisely around the boy's