"But the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation Cao Ren deployed is a military formation refined and improved by generations of strategists."
"For instance, this command platform within the formation was created by later generations. It is called the dragon's eye."
"If the man deploying it has truly grasped its essence, breaking it will indeed be difficult; but if he has learned only the bare bones of its layout, breaking it will be simple."
"I will need to go to the front and look at it myself before I can judge the specifics."
Zhuge Liang did not boast outright that he could break the formation.
Instead, he left himself a little room.
Only then did Sima Yi understand. He asked curiously, "If the enemy has truly grasped its essence, Kongming, how confident are you of breaking it?"
"I cannot be completely certain."
Zhuge Liang hesitated briefly, then said gravely, "About ninety percent. There is still some risk. The remaining ten percent depends on Cao Ren's ability to command and coordinate."
The corner of Sima Yi's mouth twitched violently.
Ninety percent, and he called that not very confident?
He called that some risk?
Sima Yi drew a deep breath, suppressing the urge to hit him, and snorted. "Then I shall wait and see how you break the formation tomorrow."
"Rest assured, Brother Sima Yi."
Gently waving his feather fan, Zhuge Liang smiled at Sima Yi. "It has been so long since we last met. Aren't you going to invite me for a drink, Brother Sima Yi?"
"I pledged my life before His Majesty. If I cannot break this formation, I must pay with my head. Perhaps we will never have another chance to drink together."
Expressionless, Sima Yi pushed him out of the study.
Then he slammed the door shut.
Though he