Chapter 818: Task Supervisor

“Strange, why haven’t they chased after us?”
Hearing the sound of hooves fading rapidly behind them, Yu Yan couldn’t help but look back. She quickly pulled back the reins in surprise and stopped. “They’ve gone back…”
Kai Xin gradually slowed down as Happy trotted over to her side.
In the direction of the dark grassland horizon, the light from torches was rapidly dimming—clearly, the main force was preparing to return to camp…
Seeing this, Kai Xin also showed a look of uncertainty.
It was indeed suspicious!
Logically, since they had lured out most of the cavalry, they should have continued chasing when passing by those corpses.
Abnormality meant trouble!
Sharpening his gaze, Kai Xin directed his attention to a scout’s hiding spot not far away that he had just discovered. After a moment, he said to Yu Yan, “Forget it. Let’s stop for today and prepare to leave!”
“Ah… Oh.”
Although she agreed, Yu Yan clearly felt disappointed. She had been very surprised when Kai Xin revealed his true identity, but having to return to camp in less than half an hour clearly left her unsatisfied.
Noticing Yu Yan’s low mood, Kai Xin’s heart tightened slightly as well.
Xu Xin had taken care of him for a long time in real life. Even during holidays, she would quickly come to the base to take care of him. Now, meeting for the first time in the game, they would likely be separated again tomorrow—after all, this was the enemy camp, not their own backyard. Leaving here meant returning to the tasks planned by the Mu family.
It had been over a year since they last met in the game, and Kai Xin was somewhat reluctant to part with Xu Xin.
“Well, one night should be fine,” Kai Xin decided secretly.
Although he had guessed that there were only two reasons why the Mongol cavalry had returned—either the enemy camp’s leaders had taken precautions, or some top expert from the demonic sect had intervened!—Kai Xin wasn’t too afraid. There weren’t many people in the enemy camp who could pose a threat to him.
Apart from “Wuzun” Bi Xuan, “Evil King” Shi Zhi Xuan, and the “Dark Queen” Zhu Yu Yan—these three peak Mythical Realm warriors who could threaten him—most others probably wouldn’t stand a chance.
The others might cause trouble, but only because this was the enemy camp’s rear area, where fighting wouldn’t give them any advantage…
If he insisted on leaving, no one could stop him.
“If this is an extremely difficult task, a top expert like the Evil King wouldn’t rush to show up on the first day… and reveal themselves right away,” Kai Xin shared his thoughts.

Yu Yan was initially delighted, but soon shook her head like a rattle drum: “Let’s go back. What if those three people show up? We shouldn’t take any risks…” “Since I’ve decided to stay, I’m confident I won’t be killed.” Kai Xin spoke these words with genuine confidence. After all, even the most formidable warriors like the Evil King possessed skills such as the Arhat Style, Nine Yang Divine Art, Star Shift, and Ten True Dragon Styles, all of which could protect them and allow them to hold their ground for a while—let alone the Nine Character Mantra he had learned from Xu Ziling. What pleased Kai Xin the most about Xu Xin was that once she made a decision, she would silently support him. Nodding in readiness for battle, he boldly entered the sight of those scouts… Bang! Another bright red flare pierced the night sky! … The brilliant red flare illuminated the dark grassland, but this scene was displayed on the screens of a massive base. Although their conversations couldn’t be heard, there were over a dozen staff members in white coats standing beneath the screens. “It’s no wonder he’s so confident—after all, he’s known as the greatest master of the Central Plains, skilled in five extraordinary arts, and capable of killing mythic realm warriors…” A polite young man at the front pushed up his glasses, showing a indifferent expression. “But it’s one thing to sneak into enemy territory on the first day of war, but to boldly expose oneself repeatedly without leaving? He really takes war as a joke. What evaluation does the system give?” As soon as he finished speaking, someone from the crowd behind him replied, “S-grade, that was the conclusion a minute ago.” “Quite high.” The man in glasses frowned subtly. “How many options?” “Three.” The speaker stepped forward and tapped his wrist a few times. The screen immediately switched to a scene thousands of meters away in the grassland, showing a man flying swiftly through the night like a giant bat. His face combined dignity, coldness, and cruelty in perfect harmony, giving off an intimidating aura at first glance. The staff member continued, “The first option is to send Wan Wan and Yang Xuyan to intercept them, with a success rate of 1.3%…” “The second option is to have Bi Xuan’s disciple lead a team of heavy cavalry to drive them away, but the success rate is also very low…” “Demon Marshal Zhao Deyan is the strategist for this mission—the strongest mythic realm warrior among the four peak masters, with a success rate of 80%…” … The man in glasses nodded silently.

For each mission, their headquarters would conduct macro-level regulation of the game’s progress, and only then could they intervene locally with the most elite players to ensure the game ran smoothly—of course, only those involved in the mission would be affected. However, each mission was supervised by different organizations to prevent anyone from manipulating the game’s balance and fairness for personal gain. This time, he was one of those assigned to oversee this regulation. To ensure the mission proceeded smoothly, he instructed everyone that no matter how intense the battles at the front lines were, the opposing camps must not be compromised. Anyone involved would receive the highest difficulty rating and choices, within what the system allowed. But what they didn’t expect was… The first person to step forward was Happy! “The greatest master in the Central Plains? Let’s see how you handle this… Zhao Deyan isn’t comparable to those two old men who just entered the Mythical realm; moreover, there’s no terrain to exploit on the grasslands.” The man in glasses narrowed his eyes slightly as he saw a man and a woman appear in Zhao Deyan’s field of vision on the screen. Found her! “Li Mei.” The man in glasses turned slightly and glanced at a delicate-looking woman standing at the edge of the crowd, arms crossed, staring at the screen. “You’ve always said Happy is the greatest master in the world, better than India’s ‘Snake King’ Gujite, Vietnam’s ‘Life and Death Boxing’ Axiu Luo, Russia’s ‘Lion Bear’ Mark, and Mongolia’s ‘Strength of Nine Oxen’ Rongsen. Now is the time to prove it.” “…” Outside the crowd, the delicate-looking woman didn’t even lift her eyelids, merely moving her red lips slightly. “I haven’t seen you prove that those people you mentioned have actually defeated Mythical realm masters.”