I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 310 - 299: The Dean’s Plan

The moment the Master vanished, the Cultivation Academy erupted.

If it were you, could you defeat Ge Mang in his Mad Demon Form with only Twenty Layers of Elemental Power?!

This battle revealed the Master’s true strength!

When faced with a crisis, anyone would inevitably use their true level of Elemental Power. It’s not something you can just choose to hide. Take Ge Mang, for example. His Elemental Power was forced to surge toward the Thirtieth Layer. He still remembered his promise not to exceed the Thirtieth Layer, but under pressure, it was impossible to keep his Elemental Power suppressed.

But what about the Master? From beginning to end, his power remained stable at Twenty Layers without the slightest fluctuation. Facing Ge Mang’s terrifying attacks, he displayed the coldness of a grim reaper!

Who on earth could achieve such a feat? And this person was hiding right here in the Cultivation Academy!

Who was he? Which Small Thousand Realm was he from? Which Sect? Which faction?!

Everyone couldn’t help but wonder: if the big three suppressed their Elemental Power to Twenty Layers, could they defeat a Ge Mang like that?

Could the Empress, the Dragon King, or the Celestial King provide an answer?

They couldn’t, and they wouldn’t.

But every Cultivator who witnessed this battle was shaken by the Master’s terrifying strategic awareness and control over his Magic.

Faced with the terrifying Seven-Star Thunder Flash, in a situation where he was seemingly at his wit’s end, the Master managed to intentionally divert the sixth strike and even predict Ge Mang’s nearly perfect seventh strike.

What kind of terrifying strength was this?

Keep in mind, this was the first time Ge Mang had ever used the Seven-Star Thunder Flash in public.

It was, without a doubt, a complete and utter defeat.

A devastating blow.

The Master had caused a real sensation this time. The number of people watching the Magical Combat wasn’t huge, and most of them were lower-level Cultivators, but it was more than enough.

Shan Lin gazed at the Dean’s mountain-like back, at a loss for words. If someone were to say the Dean was prescient, frankly, Shan Lin would be the first to disbelieve it.

He was at the Minor Perfection level, after all. His assessment of a Cultivator at Twenty Layers shouldn’t be that much worse than the Dean’s. It wasn’t that he was stronger than the Dean, but rather that a subject at that level has inherent limitations. And yet...

This Master was completely beyond the scope of an ordinary Cultivator.

"Shan Lin, what are your thoughts?"

"Dean, this Master’s control over Magic has reached a state of perfection. Even I could do no better."

Shan Lin wasn’t stingy with his praise. In the context of this battle, even if he were to fight with only Twenty Layers of power, he wasn’t sure he could have done any better.

Lv Yuantian turned around and smiled faintly. "You’re wrong."

"I’m wrong?" Shan Lin was a little baffled.

"Magic is static. As long as one isn’t too stupid, some things can be mastered given enough time. This young man’s greatest strength is his adaptability!"

"Adaptability?"

"Every Cultivator has a time lag for their emergency response when facing unexpected situations."

Lv Yuantian said lightly.

"You mean the time from detecting an attack, to predicting it, and then to launching a counterattack?"

"Hehe, something like that. For example, the reaction time of our academy’s most outstanding students is between 0.5 and 1 second. But his reaction time was consistently around 0.5 seconds. That’s a level only seen in those at Minor Perfection."

Lv Yuantian said.

Shan Lin’s expression instantly grew solemn. "You mean to say someone in the academy has reached Minor Perfection but is hiding their strength???"

’But that doesn’t make sense. If someone had reached Minor Perfection, why would they do something so pointless? It would be a complete waste of time.’

Seeing the look on Shan Lin’s face, Lv Yuantian knew he understood. "This young man’s Elemental Power level is definitely not that high, but he is full of strength and fighting spirit. Moreover, he is deliberately using his opponent to temper himself. Otherwise, Ge Mang would have never been able to use that move to its full extent."

"Could it be one of the three of them who has this kind of strength?"

Shan Lin said doubtfully, "No, if it were them, there would be no need."

"Correct. Everything has a motive. Hehe." Lv Yuantian chuckled. "This is an interesting person. For us, this is something to be happy about. While the existence of factions certainly has its benefits, and is even a good thing for the Star Alliance, for the academy itself, the stalemate between powers has led to a loss of vitality."

At this point, if Shan Lin still didn’t understand, he wouldn’t deserve to be a soul mentor.

"I understand."

"This is a good chess piece, one that can stir up the situation. You might as well make good use of it."

"As you command, Dean!"

Shan Lin had to admire the Dean’s foresight. This wasn’t a gap in Elemental Power levels; the gap in one’s realm of cultivation was what was decisive.

After leaving the Dean’s office, Shan Lin found himself speculating. ’Who on earth is this person? How wonderful it would be if I could recruit him!’

Meanwhile, Wang Meng was in his Quiet Chamber, recalling the recent battle. He had a deeper understanding of the principle "formlessness surpasses form." So-called "formlessness" was not the absence of moves, but rather the ability to make the optimal adaptation to the actual situation.

Faced with his own Five Elements Deficiency, Ge Mang’s restraint was decisive, his judgment incredibly accurate, and his confidence ample. Unfortunately, toward the end, Ge Mang put too much faith in his ultimate move.

The more powerful and perfect an ultimate move is, the more predictable its pattern becomes. All in all, it was a good call.

As for what Lv Yuantian was talking about—reaction times, judgment, and all that—Wang Meng hadn’t given it a thought. It was all just instinct, beaten into him by the Godhood.

When fighting the Godhood, if you were off by even the slightest fraction, you would die a gruesome death. Wang Meng had already trained this adaptability into his muscle memory.