As the long list of S-Rank abilities scrolled down before him, Ye Lin kept devising combinations in his mind.
He had deliberately filtered for these S-Rank abilities. During his search, he had unexpectedly discovered that level one privilege could filter abilities according to his needs.
There were only three criteria he could add.
But after he entered "comes at a cost," "high burst power," and "within five hundred points," the system found 1,737 S-Rank abilities for him.
After he screened them, thirty-nine remained.
The intelligence the Military had analyzed for him had given him considerable inspiration. The most important point was "leveraging advantages."
Those involved were blinded; those watching saw clearly.
Although the think tank members had never personally experienced a Death Exam, they could treat it as a war and devise plans through simulations.
But one principle held true for both. In war, whether at the tactical or strategic level, there was only one way to win: make the fullest possible use of every available advantage.
As examinees, their greatest advantage was that all their injuries could be healed upon their return.
As long as they survived, they did not need to consider the price of survival.
Putting those two things together made the answer obvious.
"Pay an unbearable price for a sliver of hope."
"Accept consequences that cannot be repeated to seize a chance at survival."
Ye Lin murmured to himself and turned to look at Li Tianyang.
If they had been in the real world instead of the Death Exam Space, even if Li Tianyang had been a true Celestial Master, he would have long since spat himself into a dried corpse with all that essence blood he kept spraying.
Not to mention how he could fight until he exhausted his lifespan in a single exam. Without