Chapter 407: Chapter 407
The electronic display showed PT successfully capturing the Flag, increasing their score, while Team 01 lost points and dropped another rank.
The competition was brutal—a battlefield of the mind, not unlike one with flashing blades and shadows. It demanded strategy, mental resilience, and the ability to adapt spontaneously.
Zhang Qiang’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. "What a wicked scheme."
Xu Xin shook his head. "It’s that we weren’t skilled enough—file monitoring, traffic control, self-patching defenses, exp scripting, multitasking between defense, attack, and trap-setting—I’m convinced and accept my loss wholeheartedly."
After all, everything else is just fluff; hand speed matters most on the field.
In this aspect, Xu Xin’s trio combined still couldn’t match the black-clad boy alone. One had to admit, geniuses truly do exist in this world.
No, with such precise logic and meticulous thought processes, even Cheng Fan back then probably wouldn’t have been his match.
The black-clad boy remained calm and composed from start to finish, like an emotionless AI.
The boy labeled "Snow" across the table was completely different. Dressed in pure white—the cleanest color—on him, it paradoxically appeared the most flamboyant, making him the most eye-catching presence in the room.
The lazy boy slowly sat upright, the mischievous smirk fading from his face, as his alluring and flirtatious almond-shaped eyes turned serious.
From the beginning, his ranking was fixed at second place.
He was a clever one. Partnering up with PT, together they wiped out all the teams, ultimately setting the stage for a fair duel between the two.
An AWD competition ultimately turned into a showcase for individual performance. Had they not witnessed it firsthand, who could have imagined?
Ren Mingze’s gaze lingered on the pair in the arena, the corners of his lips curving slightly. "Interesting."
Assistant Wen stared at the boy in white and then whispered thoughtfully, "That one seems to be from the Leng family." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel✦fire.net
Leng Yunyang made no attempt to disguise his appearance. Given his usually high-profile manner, many people in Qingzhou recognized him.
Assistant Wen had suspected it at first sight but didn’t expect Leng Yunyang to participate in such a competition. With his reputation as a playboy, Assistant Wen hadn’t paid much attention to him, assuming Leng Yunyang was just another talentless trust fund heir.
But Leng Yunyang’s unmistakably alluring almond-shaped eyes were too iconic—hard to forget once seen.
Ren Mingze raised an eyebrow. "He does have some skills."
"Sir, do you think he can defeat PT?"
"No." Ren Mingze replied with decisive bluntness.
The duel left little suspense. The black-clad boy seemed to grow bored, refraining from unnecessary entanglements. Instead, he executed a pre-written exp script, scanning IP addresses and retrieving the opponent server’s IP list. He leveraged vulnerabilities to claim Flag after Flag, automatically submitting them through the platform’s API without error.
Despite the white-clad boy’s desperate maneuvers, the electronic display consistently showcased PT’s unchallenged scoring.
Every step of the black-clad boy’s approach was dazzlingly executed—an absolute kill, crushing the arena.
A thunderous applause erupted from all sides, showering the boy with flowers and honors.
The award ceremony was rather simple. The boy, clearly a solitary type, disappeared as soon as he accepted his trophy and certificate.
[Congratulations to the host for winning first place in the FlyCTF Championship. Reward: 100 points. Please continue to strive forward.]
Having worked tirelessly for days, only to earn 100 points, Shen You’an sighed heavily.
[Stingy system, can’t you grant me more points?]
[An’an, effort equals reward—don’t aim too high, alright?]
[Thanks, but please don’t misuse idioms just because you learned one.]
"PT... classmate." A hurried set of footsteps sounded behind him, relentless in pursuit.
Shen You’an turned and pulled his cap brim lower.
"PT classmate, why are you leaving so quickly? It made me chase after you all this way."
The out-of-breath pursuer spoke, hands on their hips, "I can’t keep calling you PT, right? May I ask for your name?"
This enigmatic individual’s submitted details mirrored their mysterious aura—beyond their age and the name ’PT,’ there was no other information. But CTF tournaments never imposed strict requirements; it was all about skill on the battlefield, with everything else being secondary fluff.
Especially someone of such outstanding technical prowess—top experts in the digital realm often come and go like phantoms, so it’s understandable why they’d prefer not to leave their real names.
Still, disappearing right after collecting the trophy and prize money seemed a bit excessive. Did he not realize countless corporations were lining up to offer fortunes to recruit him? Did he flee so fast out of fear of being buried under wealth?
"PT stands for Phoenix Tree."
The boy’s voice was crisp yet low, carrying a subtle magnetism as he spoke in English.
"Phoenix Tree—that’s wutong in Chinese! I’ll call you Wutong classmate then. Wutong classmate, do you know which corporation sponsored this CTF tournament?"
"Exactly. Feilian Group partnered with Qingzhou University to organize this competition to scout talent. You, the champion, crushed all the teams with your sheer personal skill. Starting today, your name will undoubtedly resound across the industry. Many corporations will eye you and offer top salaries. However, in this field, Feilian Group sits at the pinnacle of cybersecurity—and only Feilian Group can offer you the skies to soar."