Do you think you're so damn deep? (4,000-word mega update)

Jia Xu had once told Chen Feng that, based on his years of experience screwing people over, the simpler a plan was, the more likely it was to succeed. Any plan with more than three steps was shit.

After all, more steps meant more variables.

In certain idiotic TV dramas, dealing with a political rival often involved plotting for years, even decades: first dismantling their power base bit by bit, then driving a wedge between them and their trusted lieutenants, and finally crushing them psychologically, using suggestion to force them into suicide.

It looked cool.

But in reality, one wrong step would ruin the whole thing.

In real life, dealing with a political rival often took just one remark from the ideas guy.

Li Shimin: "Hey! The crown prince and the Prince of Qi are going through Xuanwu Gate tomorrow. How about we figure something out and ambush them?"

His subordinate Yuchi Jingde: "Start the fight. I'll be right behind you."

His subordinate Zhangsun Wuji: "Start the fight. I'll be right behind you."

Then one perfectly executed team fight settled everything.

So, to get it done in one go, Chen Feng's plan for dealing with the Flesh Willow was simple: charge into its core area, unleash his ultimate, and beat the shit out of it.

The only problem now was that the Willow Tree's fleshy shoots were incredibly powerful. With just a month of practice in the Clear Wind Demon-Subduing Sword, Chen Feng had no confidence that he could break into the core area and reach the Flesh Willow's main body.

He needed someone to cover him.

That useless Yellow Hair was obviously no help.

Old Wolf's Invisibility wasn't a safe bet either.

Of the six champions who had emerged from Cihang City's deadly survival contest, the Swordsman was already