Zheng Tian put away her disdain and asked seriously.
Ren Zhong looked at Zheng Tian, feeling a sense of regret inside.
She was undoubtedly very smart, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to learn independently and build herself up to her current position in the town.
But she also had unavoidable shortcomings.
No one had imparted knowledge or experience throughout her growth.
She had figured out some tricks on her own, but they weren’t comprehensive, seeming incomplete and possibly inaccurate.
She dared not entrust her life to such unreliable experiences.
Over time, she forgot those blurry inspirations she once caught.
She’s like a worker on a sweatshop assembly line, using her limited intelligence to mechanically follow rigid methods, relying strictly on the capabilities of Professionals.
This certainly wasn’t due to Zheng Tian’s dullness, but rather limited thinking and perspective.
The situation of other semi-professional teams in the town is largely similar.
Perhaps there are smarter or luckier individuals who figured out ways to break free from limitations.
But these individuals would naturally keep their methods secret; who would train competitors?
Even if someone slightly hinted to Zheng Tian, saying that good tools are prerequisite to the successful execution of a job, one formal wrist watch in the team to access the internet and look up Ruined Beast data wouldn’t hurt.
Perhaps...
Alright, perhaps she would’ve been eliminated by Lin Wang earlier.
No solution.
The matter was reluctantly settled, and everyone went to the communal sleeping pods together.
The others, although somewhat relieved, still felt it was impossible when calmness returned, unsure what else to say.
Ren Zhong was too lazy to explain.
He had already crafted a full plan.
There were ways to earn money cleverly, and also honest, knife-edge strategies.
He spent five whole nights as the Dark Night Demon King, making quite some money, but hadn’t truly experienced a proper fight with a Second Level Ruined Beast yet.
There was no choice; the opponents were too "weak."
Constantly taking shortcuts would dull the blade’s edge of advancement.
The blade dulls if not sharpened, and it’s time, with protective bodyguards, to engage in some exhilarating life-and-death battles, honing his combat strength in the blood and flames.
Come tomorrow, I’ll charge ahead once more, showing you what a First Level Mechanical Warrior even more Sid Meier than Sid Meier looks like!
No real combat experience?
Heh.
I’ve even killed Bei Lihui!