The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 838: I Wont Move if the Enemy Doesnt Move

Inside the command tent, the assembled officers exchanged glances, astonished by Ling Feng's terrifying growth in such a short time.

"That kid might not be skilled in troop deployment, but his grasp of human psychology is razor-sharp—he even fooled that old fox Wu Ku," a dark-faced general remarked with admiration.

"General Ling has transformed from a clueless novice into a proper general. This battle just got a lot more interesting," Adviser Jia Wenhe chuckled, stroking his long beard.

"To master the sand table and command a million troops so quickly... If General Ling stays in the military, given time, he'll surely become an undefeated general."

"Absolutely!" The other officers nodded in agreement. Ling Feng's performance had far exceeded their expectations.

Li Bufan narrowed his eyes, a flicker of shock crossing his gaze. Not only is Ling Feng's martial arts talent heaven-defying, but his military aptitude is also exceptional?

He had been forced to study the art of war since childhood and had pored over countless military texts. Yet, if he were the one facing Wu Ku in the sand table simulation, he would have already lost.

Tuoba Yan and Mu Qianxue couldn't fully grasp the situation, but judging by the awed expressions of the surrounding generals, it seemed Ling Feng was far from being crushed.

"Still, it won't be easy for Ling Feng to defeat Wu Ku. The odds are about four to six—Wu Ku still holds a sixty percent chance of victory."

"Keep watching!"

The officers shared knowing smiles. Though Ling Feng's performance was stunning, they remained skeptical. A rookie was still a rookie. Even if he had learned strategy, Wu Ku's years of battlefield experience were undeniable.

Commander-in-Chief Han Li's eyes gleamed. He knew Wu Ku had already missed his best opportunity. Even if Wu Ku won now, it would be a hard-fought victory.

...

Within the sand table's battlefield space.

After a brief lull, Ling Feng rallied his troops. The million-strong army's battle will soared, their aura unstoppable. Now was the perfect moment to counterattack!

"Golden Flame Cavalry, advance!"

At his command, fifty thousand golden-armored light cavalry surged forward like a tide, advancing in perfect formation toward the highlands. They soon vanished into the forest—Ling Feng was taking the initiative to strike Wu Ku's camp.

The fifty thousand cavalry galloped swiftly, disappearing into the mountains.

Meanwhile, the remaining four hundred thousand troops held their ground, unmoving.

Soon, birds fled the forest in panic, their cries mournful. A dozen severely wounded cavalrymen staggered back, while the rest of the elite Golden Flame Cavalry vanished from Ling Feng's senses.

Fifty thousand had gone in; barely a dozen returned. It was practically annihilation!

Yet Ling Feng remained unshaken. With a wave of his hand, another fifty thousand troops charged into the forest. This time, nearly ten thousand returned after a brief clash.

"I got what I wanted. Withdraw!"

Ling Feng smirked, turning his horse back toward camp.

Wu Ku watched in bewilderment. Ling Feng's million-strong army had marched aggressively forward, sacrificed a hundred thousand troops, and then... just left? What kind of scheme is this kid playing?

Back in the tent, the observing generals were equally baffled. What was the point of such suicidal troop movements?

"Commander-in-Chief, what's your take?" The dark-faced general turned to Han Li.

"The boy is clever," Han Li said with a faint smile. "The Qingtian Fortress border is familiar to all of you, but Ling Feng has never been there. He knows nothing of the terrain. Those hundred thousand troops weren't just sacrificial pawns—they were scouts, mapping the battlefield and securing vision."

"Vision!" The officers gasped in realization.

"By now, he's memorized every inch of the sand table terrain. He's no longer fighting blind. Wu Ku's Heaven's Net Annihilation Formation won't have the same overwhelming advantage."

"Hehehe, brilliant! Wu Ku has met his match!"

...

"Between the earlier camp raid and the losses from scouting the terrain and securing vision, Wu Ku had lost around a hundred and twenty thousand troops. A heavy hit, but still within acceptable limits."

Inside the command tent, Ling Feng had already sketched an impeccably detailed map.

In this sand table's illusory space, his soldiers' eyes were his own. Everything they saw was imprinted in his mind. With their sacrifices, he had pieced together the entire battlefield. Now, armed with this map, he could avoid countless traps.

From then on, Ling Feng focused on drilling his troops and fortifying his defenses. If Wu Ku doesn't move, I won't move either.

A rookie had to know his limits. Compared to a seasoned fox like Wu Ku, Ling Feng was still green.

There was an old saying: The more you do, the more mistakes you make.

Weaknesses were often exposed through action.

...

Meanwhile, Wu Ku waited impatiently for Ling Feng's attack. But no matter how long he waited, no troops came.

"Damn it! The kid's figured out how to command, but he's still hiding like a coward!" Wu Ku gritted his teeth. "He's forcing me to attack him head-on!"

Without movement from Ling Feng's side, Wu Ku's Heaven's Web Formation was as good as useless.

Admittedly, Ling Feng's tactic was shameless—but effective. Hadn't Wu Ku himself used similar tricks to claw his way to this stalemate?

Finally, unable to resist, Wu Ku dispatched a scout unit of five thousand soldiers to probe Ling Feng's perimeter.

The squad circled the outskirts of Ling Feng's camp, neither attacking nor retreating. After a tense silence, they formed a spearhead formation and ruthlessly thrust into Ling Feng's defenses.

The camp's outer perimeter was reinforced with makeshift defenses set up by the support troops, but Wu Ku paid them no mind.

These scouts were martial artists at the peak of the Pulse Formation Realm. With their true qi unleashed, the ordinary barricades might halt cavalry, but they were no match for the scouts' powerful qi attacks.

Neigh!

As the elite scouts charged toward the barricades, Ling Feng's army suddenly shifted. The left flank contracted, opening a narrow gap.

Wherever Wu Ku's scouts struck, Ling Feng's troops withdrew seamlessly, leaving the elite force with nothing to attack.

"What?!"

Wu Ku lurched forward in his tent, stunned.

At that moment, Ling Feng's command skills had reached the level of a battle-hardened general. Through precise control, he achieved the unthinkable—zero casualties.

This rate of growth was terrifying!

"Kill!"

The moment Wu Ku's five thousand scouts fully breached the camp, Ling Feng's retreating forces abruptly reversed. With a thunderous roar, they surged forward like a tidal wave, swallowing the elite unit whole.

The assault was lightning-fast. Before Wu Ku could react, his five thousand elites had been devoured.

"No... Impossible!"

Wu Ku's heart clenched. He could hardly believe it—Ling Feng had annihilated his elites in an instant!

Five thousand troops weren't much, but the speed of their destruction left no room for countermeasures!

This level of calm, ruthlessness, and precision... It was on par with Wu Ku himself.

Ling Feng had clearly transformed into a true general!