The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins-Chapter 160: The Advantage is Mine!

After briefly introducing the competition rules, Wang Hua switched topics.

"Currently, the 'troop strength' ratio between the enemy and us is 6:4. We're at a disadvantage."

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, thank goodness, as long as it's not an advantage...

If you raise a flag of prosperity and exuberance, I might as well surrender...

"However, the average strength of our contenders is slightly better, so the overall disadvantage isn't as big as it seems."

Looking at Zhu Haomiao, the excited Wang Hua finally uttered the words he'd held back for so long.

"And now that you're here, the dynamics of attack and defense have changed!"

"As long as you launch an attack, everything will get better!"

"The advantage is ours!"

Zhu Haomiao: "...."

I'm feeling itchy all over, like I'm full of flags!!!

Feeling an inexplicable itchiness all over, the young man pursed his lips with mixed emotions, hesitating to speak.

Yet, completely unaware of Zhu Haomiao's strange expression, Wang Hua waved his fists excitedly as if he could already see the fantasy scene of capturing Han City and chasing the "United Nations Army" into the sea.

Quietly listening to Wang Hua point to the territories, commanding with confidence, Zhu Haomiao discreetly pulled him outside.

Only after the two left the command center, out of the sight of other national dominant Transcendents, did Zhu Haomiao cautiously ask in a low voice.

"Senior Brother Wang, what's the deal with Li Zhenxi?"

"Uh… that's a long story…"

Instantly understanding the boy's confusion, Wang Hua pondered for a moment and then spoke methodically.

"The situation in South Korea is very complicated, mainly divided into three factions: pro-China, neutral, and pro-American. This is easy to understand, right?"

Zhu Haomiao nodded, pacing slowly while signaling him to continue.

"Among them, the neutral or pragmatist faction is the largest, but they're also the most easily swayed. They're like reeds, going whichever way the wind blows."

"Next is the pro-American faction. Although they aren't many in absolute numbers, they control the puppet government and comprador conglomerates, dominating politics, economics, military, culture, education, and media… every aspect of the state."

"The smallest faction is the pro-China group. We've always wanted to cultivate and unite this force, but they've struggled due to relentless pro-American faction's provocations, suppression, and slanderous propaganda."

"After all, dominance of public opinion has always been in other people's hands, so we're quite passive."

Pausing slightly, Wang Hua smiled faintly and shifted the conversation.

"However, this time's [Ascension Competition] is a chance to divide and rope them in, because no matter how strong the pro-American faction's media dominance is, there's an even stronger national sentiment within South Korea—anti-Japan!"

"And this time, the Bald Eagle forcefully put those two enemies in the same trench at such a sensitive time, directly causing internal division in South Korea."

"You know, it's Jiawu right now; not long after this battle, Japan annexed Korea."

"Even knowing it's just an Illusion Realm, if you stand with the Japanese now, what does that make you?"

"Imagine, in a World War II Illusion Realm scenario, a certain superpower asks you to fight alongside the Japan Imperial Army; how would you feel?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Haomiao just barely imagined it and his brows unconsciously furrowed.

Wouldn't that make me a traitor?

No way!

The Illusion Realm can go, my life can go, but the Japan Imperial Army must die!

On the other side, noticing the emotions in Zhu Haomiao's heart, Wang Hua lifted a schadenfreude smile.

"That's why; they're sensitive, have a fragile heart, and can't accept it emotionally!"

"So, after a big internal argument, many South Korean contenders gritted their teeth and stamped their feet..."

"Screw it, grandpa's going Communist!!"

Zhu Haomiao: "...."

What kind of comedy show is this?

"Li Zhenxi is the representative among their faction."

"This has already caused some public opinion crisis in reality, but their propaganda machine temporarily pressed it down."

"But since someone defected, even if it's a forced choice, we can't let them feel cold. Of course, we have to increase our support for them~"

Listening to Wang Hua's excited words, Zhu Haomiao sensed a strong sense of mischief in his tone.

Dividing, roping in, internal disintegration…

This tactic seems somewhat familiar…

Inexplicably, Zhu Haomiao thought of the time when the three East Asian countries intended to bypass the US Dollar settlement and directly engage in currency swaps.

Then, the United States used two inconspicuous little islands to stir up national emotions, kill the three warriors with two peaches, and instantly dissolved this economic alliance that could shake the foundation of the US Dollar.

At that time, the United States used overt schemes, turning the clouds with a flick of the hand, and now our own side is blatantly prying at others' walls, using their methods against them...

Both are national sentiments; the eagle can play, but the rabbit can't?!

Smirking mischievously, Zhu Haomiao suddenly recalled something and softly asked.

"This is a camp battle... aren't you worried that so many South Korean contenders might have spies?"

Hearing this, Wang Hua glanced at the boy with a helpless smile.

"The north and south both have the same organizing committee, and the data is interconnected. Do you really think there's a secret?"

Zhu Haomiao: "...."

"Besides, the rules were designed to prevent any exploits. If someone cheats, the committee staff will intervene. Otherwise, why do you think the command center stockpiles so much dominance?"

Shaking his head with a laugh, Wang Hua continued in a gentle tone.

"Ultimately, hard power determines final victory. Any other cunning tactics are just fleeting illusions, easily shattered."

Thoughtfully nodding, as Zhu Haomiao raised his gaze, he suddenly realized that without knowing, he had followed Wang Hua out of the complex and into the wilderness.

"Senior Brother Wang, where are you taking me?"

"Did Senior Brother Feng not tell you?"

"Huh? Tell me what?"

"Didn't he mention introducing you to a friend? He even specifically asked me to take you to meet him before leaving."

Scratching his head, Zhu Haomiao thought for a long time, vaguely recalling something.

But at that time, Feng Zhaobai only casually mentioned it, and he didn't really pay attention.

With a hint of curiosity, the boy followed Wang Hua through the woods, and in less than half an hour, they arrived at a massive camp stretching over ten miles.

"What is this?"

"Qing Army Camp, let's go."

Without much explanation, Wang Hua led Zhu Haomiao into the camp with an air of familiarity, passed inspections, and made his way to the Central Army Tent.

"Mr. Wang."

The Personal Guard Commander at the entrance, donned in heavy scale armor with a sword at his waist, approached to greet them politely, sneaking a glance at the boy following Wang Hua.