He Might Fall Because of His Own Dungeon's Size
On the other side of the crowd, Lin Qingyin stood next to her own instance projection, but her gaze remained fixed on Su Mu's instance.
She carefully observed every detail of the Su Mu copy.
The more I look at it, the more unbelievable it seems.
Su Mu's dungeon features two completely different art styles. One is a scene of lush green mountains and clear waters, with flowers and fruits covering the mountains, monkeys frolicking, and the Spirit Monkey Mountain teeming with life. The other is a scene of piled bones, corpses scattered everywhere, and a chilling wind blowing, with a demonic aura soaring over Lion Camel Ridge. There is also a scene of a girl in plain clothes standing on a solitary peak, as quiet as a figure in a painting.
Two completely different styles coexist in the same instance without any conflict between them.
This is almost impossible to happen in a normal topic.
A theme should have a consistent style and logic. An Ice and Snow theme should be all about Ice and Snow, and an undead theme should be all about undead. But in Su Mu's dungeon, life and death, spirits and demons, mountains and water are all mixed together.
"Journey to the West..." Lin Qingyin murmured the name, her brows furrowing slightly.
She didn't know what those three words meant. But she could sense that Su Mu's understanding of this topic had reached a level she couldn't fathom.
On the other side of the crowd, Ye Qingxue stood beside her own virtual projection, her gaze calm.
Looking at the shocked expressions of the other examinees around her, and seeing them pointing and whispering around the projection of Su Mu's copy, she felt a faint sense of superiority.
She had seen a copy of Su Mu.
From its initial size, which was just average, to its current size, she can say she's watched this instance expand step by step.
Others only saw the result, but she witnessed the process.
It was a strange feeling. It was as if only she knew how Su Mu had gotten to where he was today.
But she quickly suppressed this sense of superiority and turned her gaze to her own copy.
Her Ice and Snow World was projected onto the edge of the ancient battlefield, its icy blue light standing out starkly against the grey sky. She needed to focus on the upcoming assessment.
At the very edge of the crowd, Wang Hao stood beside his own projection, his gaze fixed intently on Su Mu's direction.
A copy spanning hundreds of kilometers.
Even at this size, Su Mu could attract everyone's attention.
Wang Hao clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He was seething with hatred, but he knew that hatred was useless. He had to focus on his assessment and let his results speak for themselves.
At this moment, above the clouds, on a floating platform.
The proctors stood on the platform, looking through the light screen at the 1,065 projected images below.
"That Su Mu copy has indeed caused a sensation again." A teacher smiled, his tone carrying the ease of someone who had been through it all.
"It's similar to our reaction when we first saw it," another teacher chimed in. "We were all first shocked, then puzzled about the source of the Soul Power, and finally started guessing what its theme was."
"But to be honest, seeing others so shocked now gives me a strange feeling," the older teacher stroked his beard. "Back then, we were quite shocked ourselves."
"Indeed," the middle-aged teacher nodded. "Looking at the shocked expressions on the faces of those candidates below, I actually find it quite amusing."
Everyone smiled, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed than before.
But Elder Xiu stood in front of the platform, his gaze fixed on the projection of Su Mu's instance on the light screen, his expression still deep.
"Don't get too cocky," he suddenly said. "Although the monster density in the fourth level is only one percent of that in the ancient battlefield, the strength cap is level thirty. Moreover, the monsters in the ancient battlefield are different from those in the lair. They have intelligence, are organized, and can cooperate. The mortality rate in this level is no joke."
The crowd fell silent.
Elder Xiu is right.
In the previous tests, the candidates' opponents were ordinary monsters, elite monsters, and bosses. But the monsters in the ancient battlefield are the true elite of their lair. They can divide their forces, encircle and flank, besiege and attack reinforcements, and launch suicidal charges against core cards.
This is a real test.
The air was quiet for a moment.
"Did you notice? His instance size is dozens, even hundreds of times larger than others." The middle-aged teacher adjusted his glasses and pointed to the data on the screen. "In the fourth level, this is actually a disadvantage."
"That's right," another teacher chimed in, a hint of regret in his voice. "The monsters in the ancient battlefield are different from those in the lair; they attack from all directions simultaneously. The larger your instance, the longer the boundary you need to defend. Su Mu's instance, spanning hundreds of kilometers, requires him to face monster attacks from all directions at once. Other candidates' instances, only one or two kilometers long, mean the monsters can only attack from the front, making the defensive pressure much less."
"The monster in the first level has no intelligence; it only moves in a straight line, so its depth was indeed an advantage. But this level..." The older teacher shook his head, "The monster can flank, it can outflank, and it can launch suicidal charges against the core cards. Its Great Wall here is actually a burden. Every section of the wall needs troops to be stationed, where will it get so many troops?"
"So this time, Su Mu is probably going to stumble because of his own limitations," someone concluded.
Elder Xiu stood with his hands behind his back, not participating in the discussion. His gaze was fixed on the projection of Su Mu's copy on the light screen, his brows slightly furrowed.