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Formation Master - Chapter 5: The Evaluation - Part 1
🕑 Added 2025-11-22 02:57:00 +0000 UTCCHAPTER 5: THE EVALUATION - PART 1
The supervising elder stepped onto the arena floor and raised his hand for attention. The ambient noise from waiting disciples dropped to a murmur.
"Combat demonstration will proceed in elimination format," the elder announced. His voice carried across the arena without strain, amplified by formations Wei Chen couldn't quite identify. "Single elimination. Lose any match, and you're dismissed from the evaluation. Survive to the final round, and you advance to the specialty showcase."
Wei Chen processed that. Single elimination. No second chances. The evaluation was more cutthroat than he'd expected.
"Preparation time is allocated before each match," the elder continued. "Participants may use any techniques, tools, or formations they possess, provided they were created by the participant or legally obtained. External assistance during combat is prohibited."
That was the opening Wei Chen needed. Formations he'd created himself were explicitly allowed. The rules didn't specify complexity or innovation, just legality and origin.
Good.
"Combat brackets are posted," the elder said, gesturing to a large board being carried onto the arena floor by two servants. "Participants have six hours before the first matches begin. Use your time wisely."
The crowd surged forward as disciples rushed to check their bracket positions. Wei Chen waited for the initial chaos to clear before approaching the board. No point fighting through a crowd when patience would give him the same information.
When he finally reached the board, Wei Chen scanned for his name.
Participant 47:
Wei Chen (Qi Gathering Stage 1)
versus
Participant 22: Liu Hong (Qi Gathering Stage 5)
Four stages higher. That was a significant gap. In a pure cultivation contest, Wei Chen would lose in seconds. Liu Hong would have better qi control, more refined techniques, and four times the power reserves.
But this wasn't a pure cultivation contest.
Wei Chen studied the rest of his potential bracket. If he won the first match, he'd face either a Qi Gathering Stage 7 or Foundation Establishment Stage 1. The bracket structure meant fighting progressively stronger opponents, assuming he kept winning.
The evaluation wasn't just testing competence. It was a test of adaptability under escalating pressure.
The combat area was roughly forty feet in diameter, marked by formation lines that glowed faintly with contained power. Wei Chen could feel them humming—barrier formations designed to keep techniques from escaping and injuring spectators. The lines themselves were inscribed into the packed earth, the work of formation masters far more skilled than anyone competing today.
The surface was hard-packed dirt, worn smooth by hundreds of previous matches. Scorch marks dotted the ground in irregular patterns—old burns from fire techniques that the maintenance crews hadn't fully cleaned. Dark stains near the eastern boundary might have been blood. The arena remembered every battle fought within it.
Eight stone pillars ringed the perimeter, each one carved with stabilization runes. They anchored the overhead barrier formation and also served as structural supports for the tiered seating that rose behind them. Wei Chen studied their positioning. Twenty feet between pillars. Good geometry for formation placement.
The air smelled of old sweat and qi residue—the lingering energy of techniques thrown and absorbed by the arena's containment systems. A faint metallic taste sat on Wei Chen's tongue. Combat spaces always tasted like this, like tension made physical.
The ground showed wear patterns from previous matches. Areas where disciples typically stood, moved, or positioned themselves. Those patterns revealed behavioral predictability. Wei Chen filed that information away.
The crowd had grown since morning. Disciples filled the lower tiers, their conversations creating a constant background hum that rose and fell like waves. Some were here to compete. Others were here to watch, scout opponents, or simply enjoy the spectacle of outer sect disciples trying to prove themselves.
Vendors had appeared near the arena entrance, selling spirit water and cultivation snacks. The smell of roasted spirit nuts mixed with the arena's permanent scent of old violence. Somewhere in the upper tiers, disciples were already making bets—Wei Chen could see contribution tokens changing hands.
The elder viewing platform was more populated now. Formation Hall's Elder Shen sat among them, his looking bored, but his eyes tracking movement on the arena floor. Other elders reviewed notes, discussed candidates, or simply waited for something interesting to happen.
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the arena floor. In an hour, the overhead illumination formations would activate, but for now, natural light created bright zones and dark patches that any tactical fighter would factor into their positioning.
Wei Chen took his place in the staging area and waited for his match to be called.
Six hours of preparation time. That was generous for most disciples but essential for Wei Chen. He needed to place formations, test their stability, and create contingencies for different opponent approaches.
Wei Chen returned to the waiting area and pulled out Chen Wei's journal. He had four talismans prepared, but those were for the specialty showcase. Combat required something different. He needed formations that could be deployed quickly, would work reliably under pressure, and could handle an opponent with significantly more power.
The redirect formation was his foundation. It had worked on Zhang Ming when Wei Chen was barely recovered from qi deviation. Against Liu Hong, it would need to handle four times the qi intensity.
Wei Chen started sketching modifications. The basic redirect used a three-node triangle array. Simple, stable, but limited in capacity. If he expanded it to a five-node pentagon array, he could handle more incoming power without the formation destabilizing.
The trade-off was setup time. Five nodes meant more flags, more ink channels, more complexity. But six hours was enough time to place it carefully.
Wei Chen's second formation would be the Mirage Wall. The hybrid barrier and illusion combination. That had proven effective in testing, and the psychological impact of an invisible defense would throw off most opponents who relied on visual confirmation of their attacks landing.
The third formation would be a modified qi trap. Something to gradually drain Liu Hong's power. Not enough to be obvious, but enough to create an advantage as the match progressed. Attrition warfare.
Wei Chen checked his materials. He had the mid-grade formation ink from Elder Qian's payment, enough flags for three separate arrays, and seven low-grade spirit stones to power everything. Not ideal, but workable.
He looked up and saw Zhang Ming across the arena, staring at him. Zhang Ming's expression was calculating. He'd registered for the evaluation, too, which meant he was in the bracket somewhere. The board would show where.
Wei Chen walked back to the bracket board and traced the paths. Zhang Ming was Participant 8 at the Qi Gathering Stage 8. His first opponent was Qi Gathering Stage 4. Easy match for him. If both Wei Chen and Zhang Ming won their first rounds, they wouldn't face each other until the third round.
That assumed Wei Chen survived the first two rounds.
Zhang Ming was watching him still. Wei Chen met his eyes across the arena. Neither looked away. The message was clear: Zhang Ming wanted Wei Chen to fail publicly. The debt was settled, but the humiliation wasn't forgotten.
Wei Chen returned to his materials and started preparing. He had six hours. Time to make every minute count.
The first hour was spent on the redirect formation. Wei Chen chose positions near three of the stone pillars, creating a triangle array that covered roughly half the arena. Each node required careful placement, with flags driven into the ground at exact angles to maintain geometric stability.
The formation ink came next. Wei Chen used the mid-grade ink to draw qi channels connecting each node. The lines had to be precise. Too much variation and the formation would leak power. The mid-grade ink helped, flowing smoothly and drying with consistent thickness.
By the second hour, the redirect formation was complete but not activated. Wei Chen tested it mentally, running through the logic. Incoming qi would hit the formation, get caught in the pattern, spin through the redirect channels, and launch back at the attacker. The five-node configuration could handle up to Qi Gathering Stage 7 attacks before destabilizing.
That gave him a two-stage buffer above Liu Hong's cultivation level.
The third hour was devoted to the Mirage Wall. This was trickier. The hybrid formation required six nodes in total: three for the barrier component, two for the illusion component, and one central control node. Wei Chen placed them in an overlapping pattern with the redirect formation, using two of the same stone pillars as shared anchor points.
The control node was the most complex. Wei Chen drew the qi channels with careful attention to the dynamic allocation logic. The formation needed to shift power between barrier and illusion based on incoming threats. That required the control node to monitor both components constantly and adjust in real time.
Wei Chen worked steadily, double-checking each line against his designs. The Mirage Wall had worked in the Formation Hall workshop. It needed to work here too.
By the fourth hour, both primary formations were complete. Wei Chen had used two hours more than he'd planned, but the placement was solid. He activated both formations with threads of his qi, watching them shimmer to life.
The redirect formation's nodes glowed faintly, almost invisible unless you knew where to look. The Mirage Wall's barrier appeared and then vanished as the illusion component engaged. From outside the formation, that section of the arena looked completely empty.
Wei Chen stepped inside the Mirage Wall and looked back. From his perspective, he could see the faint shimmer of the barrier. From outside, other disciples walking past didn't even glance at it. The illusion was working.
Good.
The fifth hour was for the qi trap. This formation was simpler than the others, just a three-node array placed near the center of the arena. The trap would create a subtle drain on any cultivator standing within its radius. Not enough to be obvious, but enough to matter over a long match.
Wei Chen placed it carefully, using the lowest-grade formation ink he had for this array. The trap didn't need to be sophisticated; it just needed to be functional. The less attention it drew, the better.
By the sixth hour, Wei Chen had three formations placed, tested, and ready. He'd used five of his seven spirit stones to power them, leaving two in reserve. His qi reserves were lower than he'd like from all the activation work, but that would recover before the match.
Wei Chen sat near the edge of the arena, reviewing his strategy. Liu Hong would enter expecting a quick victory. Qi Gathering Stage 5 versus Stage 1 was normally a mismatch. Liu Hong would probably open with an aggressive technique to end things fast.
That attack would hit the redirect formation and bounce back. That would confuse Liu Hong and make him hesitate. During that hesitation, the qi trap would start draining his power. Liu Hong would attribute any weakness to his own technique use and push harder.
His second attack would hit the Mirage Wall. The invisible barrier would stop it, and the illusion would make it look like Wei Chen had dodged. Liu Hong would adjust his aim and attack again, but the barrier would hold.
Eventually, Liu Hong would realize something was wrong. By then, the qi trap would have drained enough power that Wei Chen's formations could handle whatever Liu Hong tried next.
The strategy was sound. The execution would depend on Liu Hong's reactions and Wei Chen's ability to adapt in real time.
Wei Chen pulled out a ration bar from his pouch and ate it mechanically. Food was fuel. He needed his body to be functional for the match.
Other disciples were finishing their preparations around the arena. Some were meditating to center their qi. Others were practicing forms and techniques. A few were just sitting, conserving energy.
Wei Chen noticed one disciple near the bracket board, studying it intently. The disciple was younger, maybe sixteen, with the nervous energy of someone who'd never fought in a formal evaluation before. He kept looking at his bracket position and then at his opponent across the arena.
Wei Chen remembered being that nervous. Different life, different body, but the feeling was universal. First time facing something important, knowing failure meant consequences.
The difference was that Wei Chen had already failed once. He'd died at his desk in a corporate office, achieving nothing that mattered. This time, he had formations, preparation, and a plan. That was enough.
A gong sounded across the arena. The supervising elder returned to the center.
"First matches begin in thirty minutes," the elder announced. "Participants 1 through 10, prepare for combat."
Wei Chen wasn't in the first group. He checked the bracket. Participants were being called in order, which meant he'd fight somewhere in the fifth group. That gave him time to watch other matches and see how the elders judged performance.
The first match began with Participant 1, a Foundation Establishment Stage 1 disciple, facing Participant 30, a Qi Gathering Stage 9. The Foundation cultivator won in under a minute, using overwhelming power to simply crush his opponent's defense. The Qi Gathering disciple tried three different techniques and none of them made a difference.
The elders watching from above made notes but showed no reaction. This was expected.
The second match was more interesting. Both participants were Qi Gathering Stage 6, evenly matched in cultivation. The fight became tactical. Feints, counters, positioning. It lasted five minutes before one disciple landed a decisive blow.
The elders leaned forward during this match. Wei Chen caught Elder Shen making a comment to another elder, though he couldn't hear what was said.
Close matches drew more attention than obvious mismatches. That made sense. The evaluation was testing potential, not just current power.
Wei Chen filed that observation away. His match against Liu Hong would be a mismatch in cultivation but not in result. If he won using formations, that would demonstrate innovation and preparation. That might impress the elders more than simply overpowering a weaker opponent.
The third and fourth matches proceeded similarly. One mismatch, one close fight. The pattern suggested the bracket was designed to mix easy wins with competitive matches. That way, the evaluation tested both raw power and fighting skill.
"Participants 11 through 20, prepare for combat."
Still not Wei Chen's turn. He watched these matches more carefully, looking for patterns in how disciples approached their fights.
Most opened with aggressive techniques. Cultivation world logic: demonstrate strength immediately, overwhelm the opponent before they can mount a defense. That worked when you had the power advantage but created predictable patterns.
Participant 15 was different. She was Qi Gathering Stage 4 facing a Stage 6 opponent. Instead of attacking, she defended first, studying her opponent's technique. After three exchanges, she found an opening and struck decisively.
She won. The fight took seven minutes, and the elders took more notes than usual.
Fighting smart matters more than raw power.
"Participants 21 through 30, prepare for combat."
Wei Chen's group. He stood and made his way to the arena entrance. Liu Hong was already there, stretching and circulating his qi. His signature was strong, steady, the confidence of someone four stages above his opponent.
Liu Hong saw Wei Chen approaching and smiled. Not friendly. Predatory.
"You're Worthless Chen," Liu Hong said. "I've heard about you. Survived qi deviation, fixed Elder Qian's formation. Some people think you're clever."
Wei Chen said nothing. There was no benefit in engaging before the match.
"I'm going to make this quick," Liu Hong continued. "Nothing personal. I just don't want to waste time on someone who doesn't belong here."
Wei Chen met his eyes. "You might be surprised."
Liu Hong's smile widened. "No. I won't be."
The supervising elder called them forward. "Participant 22, Liu Hong, Qi Gathering Stage 5. Participant 47, Wei Chen, Qi Gathering Stage 1. Enter the arena."
They walked to opposite sides of the combat area. Wei Chen positioned himself carefully, standing near the center where his qi trap formation was strongest. Liu Hong took a ready stance, qi already flowing visibly around his hands.
The elder raised his hand. "Formations and techniques are permitted. Match ends when one participant yields, is rendered unconscious, or leaves the combat boundary. Lethal techniques are forbidden."
The elder's hand dropped. "Begin."
Liu Hong moved, exactly as Wei Chen predicted. Aggressive opening, meant to overwhelm. Fire-aspected qi wrapped around his fist as he charged forward, closing the distance in three steps.
Wei Chen didn't move. He triggered the redirect formation with a thought.
Liu Hong's attack hit the invisible array positioned between them. The fire qi struck the formation nodes and suddenly reversed direction, amplified by the redirect channels. Liu Hong's own technique came back at him twice as fast.
Liu Hong's eyes went wide. He threw himself sideways, and the fire qi scorched the ground where he'd been standing.
The arena went quiet.
Wei Chen remained still, watching. The qi trap beneath Liu Hong's feet was already working, a subtle drain that Liu Hong wouldn't notice yet.
Liu Hong recovered and stared at Wei Chen. "What was that?"
Wei Chen said nothing. Explaining would waste qi and give Liu Hong time to think.
Liu Hong circled, more cautious now. His qi flared brighter as he prepared another technique. This one was more refined, a concentrated blast instead of a wide attack.
He fired, and the blast hit the Mirage Wall. The barrier caught it, and the illusion made it appear to pass through empty air behind Wei Chen. Liu Hong saw his attack "miss" and adjusted his aim.
Three more blasts. Three more hits on the invisible barrier. Liu Hong was starting to look confused.
The qi trap was steadily draining him. Wei Chen could see it in the way Liu Hong's qi signature was dimming slightly, not enough to be obvious but enough to matter.
"Stand still," Liu Hong growled. He charged again, this time with a physical technique backed by qi enhancement.
Wei Chen finally moved. He stepped to the side, not because he needed to dodge but because it would look more natural than standing perfectly still while an invisible barrier did all the work.
Liu Hong's punch hit the Mirage Wall again. The barrier held, but the impact was stronger this time. Foundation-level physical techniques applied that much force.
Liu Hong pulled back, breathing harder. The qi trap had drained enough that his reserves were noticeably lower. He was starting to realize something was wrong.
"You're using formations," Liu Hong said.
"Yes." No point denying the obvious.
"Where are they? I don't see anything."
Wei Chen smiled slightly. "That's the point."
Liu Hong's face flushed. He didn't like being made to look foolish. His qi surged as he prepared a stronger technique, pulling deeper from his reserves.
The qi trap drained more aggressively in response. Formations were systems, and systems could be optimized. The more qi Liu Hong spent, the more the trap could absorb.
Liu Hong launched his strongest attack yet. A combination technique, fire and force together. It would have overwhelmed most Qi Gathering cultivators.
Wei Chen triggered the redirect formation again. The combined attack hit, spun through the redirect channels, and came back at Liu Hong with full force.
Liu Hong couldn't dodge this time. The distance was too close, and he'd committed too much power to the attack. His own technique struck him full force, throwing him backward. He hit the ground hard and slid across the arena floor, not moving.
The supervising elder raised his hand. "Match concluded. Winner: Wei Chen."
The crowd was silent for three full seconds.
Then the noise started. Disciples talking over each other, pointing at the arena, trying to understand what had just happened. A Qi Gathering Stage 1 had defeated a Stage 5 in under five minutes.
Wei Chen deactivated his formations with careful precision. The redirect formation faded first, then the Mirage Wall, and finally the qi trap. He collected his flags and as much formation ink as he could recover. The materials were too expensive to waste.
Liu Hong was being helped to his feet by a medical cultivator. He looked stunned more than injured. His pride had taken more damage than his body.
Wei Chen walked to the arena exit. As he passed Liu Hong, the older disciple grabbed his arm.
"How?" Liu Hong asked.
Wei Chen considered not answering. But Liu Hong had fought fairly, and there was no malice in his question. Just genuine confusion.
"Preparation," Wei Chen said. "I had six hours. I used them."
He walked back to the waiting area. Other disciples moved out of his way, staring. The ones who'd been dismissive earlier were now watching with calculating looks.
Elder Shen was leaning forward in the viewing area, talking animatedly with another elder. He was no longer bored.
Wei Chen found an empty spot and sat down. His qi reserves were lower than he'd like, but not critically so. The formations had done most of the work. That was the point.
Zhang Ming was watching from across the arena. His expression had gone from smugly anticipatory to carefully neutral. He'd expected Wei Chen to lose in the first round. Now he was recalculating.
Good.. If I can keep him guessing, he might not bother me for a while.
Wei Chen pulled out his journal and started sketching modifications to his formations. The redirect had worked perfectly, but the Mirage Wall had taken more hits than he'd planned for. Against a Foundation Establishment opponent, it might not hold up. He needed to optimize the barrier component's power distribution.
"Participant 47."
Wei Chen looked up. A sect administrator was standing nearby.
"Elder Shen requests your presence after the evaluation concludes," the administrator said. "You are not to leave the arena grounds until you've spoken with him."
"Understood."
The administrator left. Wei Chen returned to his notes.
Elder Shen's interest was expected. The Formation Hall elder would want to know how a Qi Gathering Stage 1 disciple had created formations capable of defeating someone four stages higher. That conversation would determine whether Wei Chen's innovations were seen as promising or problematic.
The matches continued. Wei Chen watched them with half his attention while working on formation improvements with the other half. Some fights were impressive. Most were predictable.
Zhang Ming's match came up. He faced his Qi Gathering Stage 4 opponent and won in thirty seconds through pure overwhelming force. No technique, no strategy, just raw power application. The crowd applauded politely.
The elders made notes but didn't lean forward.
Wei Chen understood. Zhang Ming had won, but he'd won the way everyone expected. There was nothing remarkable about it. Just another cultivator with family resources and decent talent following the standard path.
By evening, the first round was complete. Twenty-four participants remained from the original forty-seven. Wei Chen was one of them.
The supervising elder announced the second round brackets. Wei Chen checked his position.
Participant 47: Wei Chen (Qi Gathering Stage 1)
versus
Participant 15: Chen Hua (Qi Gathering Stage 4)
Chen Hua. The female disciple who'd fought smart in her first match and won despite being two stages below her opponent. That meant she was tactical, patient, and capable of finding openings that others missed.
This would be harder than Liu Hong. Chen Hua wouldn't charge blindly. She'd probe, test, and adapt. That meant Wei Chen's formations would need to handle multiple approaches rather than a single predictable pattern.
The matches would resume tomorrow morning. That gave Wei Chen tonight to modify his formations and prepare for a smarter opponent.
He gathered his materials and headed for the exit. Other disciples were leaving too, talking excitedly about their matches or commiserating over losses.
"Wei Chen."
He turned. Elder Shen was standing near the arena entrance, waiting.
Time for the conversation that would determine his future in the Formation Hall.
Wei Chen walked over, keeping his face neutral.
Elder Shen studied him. His eyes were sharp, assessing. This was a man who'd seen thousands of disciples and could separate genuine talent from lucky flukes.
"Your formations," Elder Shen said. "You created them yourself?"
"Yes, Elder."
"The redirect array. That's not a standard design."
"No, Elder. I modified it."
"The barrier-illusion combination. I've never seen that integration before."
"It's based on notes from a previous attempt that failed. I solved the resource allocation problem."
Elder Shen's expression didn't change. "You're Qi Gathering Stage 1. Barely recovered from qi deviation three days ago. You should not be capable of creating formations of that complexity."
Wei Chen said nothing. There was no good response to that statement.
"And yet," Elder Shen continued, "you defeated an opponent four stages above you. Using only formations. In under five minutes."
"Yes, Elder."
"Explain how."
Wei Chen chose his words carefully. "Formations don't require personal cultivation to function. They require an understanding of principles and proper implementation. I have weak meridians, so traditional cultivation is slow for me. Formations are more efficient."
"Most formation disciples with weak cultivation create basic arrays. Yours were advanced."
"I had good notes to work from and time to think about the problems."
Elder Shen was quiet for a moment. Then: "Who taught you formation theory?"
"No one, Elder. I learned from manuals and practical experience."
"Lin Mei gave you provisional access to the Formation Hall two days ago. You've had the manual for less than forty-eight hours."
Wei Chen realized he'd underestimated how closely Elder Shen was paying attention. The Formation Hall elder knew exactly what resources Wei Chen had access to and when.
I think about formations differently than most people."
"Differently how?"
"As systems. Input, process, output. Once you understand the underlying logic, you can modify it."
Elder Shen's eyes narrowed slightly. Not in anger, but in consideration. "That's not how formations are traditionally taught."
"I know, Elder."
"It's also not wrong." Elder Shen was quiet again, deep in thought. Finally: "Tomorrow, you face Chen Hua. She's smart and careful. Your formations won't surprise her the way they surprised Liu Hong."
"I'm aware, Elder."
"Win that match, and we'll discuss your future in the Formation Hall properly. Lose, and this conversation never happened." Elder Shen turned to leave, then paused. "Don't die doing something stupid. I dislike wasted potential."
He walked away before Wei Chen could respond.
Wei Chen stood there for a moment, processing. Elder Shen's interest was both opportunity and pressure. Win tomorrow, and the doors will open. Lose, and he'd be just another failed outer disciple who'd gotten lucky once.
No pressure. Just like another deadline with impossible odds.
Wei Chen left the arena and headed back to his dormitory. The sun was setting, and the outer sect was quiet. Most disciples were either celebrating their victories or nursing their defeats.
Wei Chen had work to do.
Tomorrow's match would require better formations than today's. Chen Hua would be prepared and cautious. Wei Chen needed formations that could handle unpredictability.
He reached his room and pulled out Chen Wei's journal. The redirect formation had worked perfectly.
No changes needed there.
The Mirage Wall had held but barely. It needed stronger power distribution to the barrier component. Wei Chen sketched modifications, adding a secondary qi channel that would reinforce the barrier when it detected incoming damage.
The qi trap had been effective but too subtle. Against a more cautious opponent, it might not drain enough to matter. Wei Chen considered making it more aggressive but decided against it. Subtlety was still better. If Chen Hua noticed the drain, she'd retreat and reset.
What he needed was a fourth formation. Something unexpected. Something that would work even if Chen Hua figured out his other arrays.
Wei Chen thought back to his redirect formation v4 design. The version with attack queuing. That could work. Instead of immediately redirecting attacks, store them temporarily and release them all at once. Chen Hua would carefully test his defenses, and each test would add ammunition to the queue.
Then, when she committed to a real attack, the redirect would hit her with everything at once.
Wei Chen started sketching. This formation would be complex and expensive in terms of qi stones, but he had two remaining from today's match. Enough for tomorrow if he was careful, but he would feel better if he could get a couple more somehow.
By midnight, Wei Chen had the new formation designed and tested on paper. The logic was sound. Implementation would take most of tomorrow's preparation time, but it would be worth it.
He set aside his journal and lay back on his bed.
Three days ago, he'd been about to be expelled. Now he was advancing in the outer sect evaluation, had Elder Shen's attention, and was developing formations that didn't exist in standard teaching.
Progress measured in impossible victories.
Wei Chen closed his eyes. Tomorrow would be harder than today. Chen Hua wouldn't charge blindly. She'd probe, adapt, and learn.
But Wei Chen had six hours of preparation time and a formation design that could handle adaptive opponents.
That would have to be enough.
Sleep came eventually, and Wei Chen dreamed of formation patterns flowing like code, optimizing themselves in real time.
Once again, tomorrow would determine everything.
Comments
John Doe
To me when the bracket is first explained, it feels like it’s just one fight and then the winner moves on to the speciality showcase. It doesn’t actually sound like a tournament, which is what it actually is.
Shawn Wilson
It's because the tier 4 won. (brains over might)
Nimps
Continuity issue again... Wei Chen studied the rest of his potential bracket. If he won the first match, he'd face either a Qi Gathering Stage 7 or Foundation Establishment Stage 1. The bracket structure meant fighting progressively And yet his next fight is against a Stage 4 which is neither of the stated values.
