CHAPTER 237 IT WAS HIM

Disappointment and shock were evident in the faces of the three ghastly pale Commanders of the

White Army at the awful sight of their severely injured vanguard. The devastating fate was effortlessly

done by the Black Army without losing any of their soldiers. The White Army had to retract their

vanguard to plan a better strategy for a counterattack.

After a thorough discussion, they prepared in combat forming a strategic array to fight the Black Army.

Though they were confident and determined, they were still bewildered what made the Black Army

invulnerable in the battle.

Considering the capabilities of the three Commanders, they could only do the most ordinary and

simplest arrays. As a matter of fact, those were not arrays at all. Though they were not good at using

arrays, giving up was not appropriate. Least of all did they want their opponents win the final battle. The

Black Army had seven army flags standing in their array. With only five flags on the other side, even a

draw was far-fetched.

Given the difficult circumstance, the White Army must break the solidarity of the weird array to disperse

the Black Army. This was the only way the White Army could have an opportunity to use their superior

military strength and defeat the Black Army with full advantage.

With this goal in mind, the three Commanders led their respective troops to form an array for attack.

They carefully moved towards the Eight Heaven Locks Array. Driven by a burning passion, they

forwarded with eagerness to break through it. As agreed by the three Commanders, the successful

troop would obtain all the army flags of the Black Army and Dark Heaven Eggs.

When both arrays were formed on both sides, the intense battle commenced.

The crowd on the grandstand were astounded at the effective defense of the Black Army's weird array

despite being outnumbered by the White Army.

Isis gasped in astonishment, "Oh, what array is this?" Still stunned by the performance she said to

herself, "I've never seen that before in any of the books I've read about tactics." The array was an holds text © rights.

unconventional combination of attack and defense, detailed in an airtight and organized manner. It was

amazing indeed. Isis released an inaudible sigh at the impressive scene on the training ground. Her

accumulated knowledge from extensive reading of military books since childhood made her well-versed

on the study of arrays. Her eyes widened upon witnessing the unique performance. She never

encountered such a weird array in the books she read. The exceptional array was flawless. Isis could

not see a way to penetrate it. It was almost perfectly done and unbreakable.

The array was unquestionably impressive but Isis was more interested to know the man behind the

great invention. There were two Commanders of the Black Army, the battle-scarred veteran

Commander Cao and an inexperienced neophyte named Rocky. Given the intricate details of the array,

she would not wonder if it was a genius work of Commander Cao. However, from what she knew of

Commander Cao, he wouldn't take such a risky defense with an array. She couldn't fathom nor easily

accept the fact that this weird yet spectacular move was Rocky's idea. While it may be true that Rocky

was excellent in tactics, he didn't have extensive leadership experience. Should the intricacy be

destroyed or any glitch be spotted in the array, the opponent would make sure the loophole would be

used to their full advantage. With this in mind, Isis convinced herself that the excellent array was more

likely formed by Commander Cao rather than Rocky.

Her mind couldn't be at peace as her biased conclusion did not agree with her guts. She knew deep

inside that it was Rocky's great idea. She just couldn't accept it.

A familiar voice came from a distance, "How is the Army Flag Contest?" Curiosity and excitement

resounded in his tone. The man resembling a dignified figure was among the crowd who was so

engrossed in watching the fierce battle in the training ground. His arrival at the platform shocked the

people around him with his strong aura at the Divine Stage. Everyone was drawn back from their

thoughts and turned to look at him in awe.

His momentum was so strong that it seemed to be able to shroud an area all around. It seemed as if

his appearance could throw everything into the shade.

When the crowd heard the powerful voice, it stole their attention. They turned to him and paid respect.

They shouted in unison with vigor, "Commander in Chief!"

The respectable man was Lance Liu, the esteemed Commander in Chief of the Crimson Dragon

Group. He projected a reserved and veracious demeanor. For Isis, however, he was a strict yet

softhearted father.

Lance was tall and slender with bony features. He was delicate with refined temperament making him

look way much younger than his age of seventy. He must have been a very good-looking man in his

prime. It was hard to believe that a learned and refined man like him was the Commander in Chief of

the Crimson Dragon Group. Nonetheless, his presence effortlessly influenced other people's spirit.

After all, he earned respect and carried an aura of a Commander in Chief who led a big army. However,

the momentum released from his body put people under great pressure. With no need for flaring up, his

dignity made other people revere. Specifically, this was the imposing manner exclusive to a

Commander in Chief who was the leader of a big army.

"Father, what brought you here?" Isis asked wearing a gentle smile as she saw his father.

Lance had never come to watch the Army Flag Contest. After all, the competitions among Frontline

Commanders were too boring for Lance as a Commander In Chief with meritorious achievements.

They were nothing more than trifling matters for him, so Lance wasn't keen and interested to watch the

Army Flag Contest.

"Oh, just dropping by. I remembered the Army Flag Contest is held today, so I decided to have a look,"

Lance amiably said. It appeared that he was easy to get along with.

"Father, since you are here, what do you think about the array over there?" Isis asked candidly while

pointing at the direction of the final battle.

"Array? When does arrays start to appear at the Army Flag Contest?" Lance asked with curiosity. He

gazed at the training ground and surveyed the area without a flinch. He spotted the array formed by the

Black Army. He himself had never seen such one before.

His eyes lit up in amazement as he carefully observed the array. "What a sharp array," he said curtly.

When the crowd heard Lance's comment, they were surprised all the more. His credibility strengthened

their thoughts about the extraordinary prowess of the Black Army's array. Witnessing its mortality

coupled by Lance's words, they were more convinced that the array was more powerful than they

thought.

"Father, do you know this array? What is it called?" Isis asked her Father since they apparently shared

the same notion.

Lance shook his head suspiciously without withdrawing his focus on the Eight Heaven Locks Array. He

explained, "Though I haven't seen this array before, I can tell the array could be used on both attack

and defense. Moreover, it is flexible. Its defense is secured against assault; its attack is waged after

pinning down the enemy. He moved his eyes from one side to another while nodding his head as if

agreeing with something. "This is a perfect array, so nothing could defeat it."

Lance turned to his daughter and asked, "Isis, did you teach Commander Marin this array?" Lance had

been asked for his opinion since they always compared their ideas about arrays. It wouldn't be a

surprise to him if the array was Isis' masterpiece. In Lance's eyes, it was not surprising that Isis, who

was extremely intelligent, was able to create such a perfect array.

"Commander Marin is absent today," She said tersely without directly answering the question. Reading

what was running on his father's head, she quickly added, "Father, it's not me." She wanted to add 'It is

Rocky's idea. With this great job, he's definitely better than me.' but she held her tongue bitten keeping

the painful thought to herself. In fact, startled at the array, she conceded in heart that Rocky was better

qualified than her.

"Oh? Is that so? Who organizes the array then?" he replied immediately with astonishment. He was so

surprised that one of the Frontline Commanders of the Crimson Dragon Group was even more

competent than his daughter. Also, he was pleased that the Crimson Dragon Group always produced

talented people.

"I'm not sure but there are only two Commanders of the Black Army, so it must be one of them," Isis

pointed out. Her voice was tainted with jealousy but tried her best to set aside her emotions while

dealing with her father's questions.

"Who are they?" Lance shot her a look demanding an answer. He was eager to know the gifted man

behind the amazing array.

"One is Commander Cao and the other is the representative of the northeast military camp sent by

Commander Marin," Isis responded quickly.

"The representative of the northeast military camp? Who is he?" Lance repeated as if digging for more

information. His eyes reflected aroused curiosity to know the representative. Commander Cao was

Lance's subordinate and had been in the army for many years so he knew his capability very clearly.

He naturally excluded him and apparently, the creator must be the representative of the northeast

military camp.

Isis met his father's gaze. She walked up to him, reached for his ears and whispered a few words.

"It was him?" Lance murmured in amazement. He knew that the representative of the northeast military

camp was Rocky, the man whose identity was confidential.