Time trickled away.
Although no one could subdue Mo Shangjun, the insufficient students pursued her as if possessed, biting at her heels relentlessly.
Yet, Mo Shangjun reveled in teasing them. Unable to spare a moment to immobilize them during the chase, she played a game of guerrilla warfare, tackling them one by one.
Sometimes when they encircled her in groups, she would exploit a direction to escape. Wherever she went, she seemed to effortlessly knock down those who attempted to besiege her.
Absolute domination by brute force.
What was even more unbelievable was that Mo Shangjun had set who knows how many traps in this jungle, even going so far as to improve and move their traps.
At times, she would inadvertently lead someone into a trap; other times, she purposefully followed the students' route, letting them guide her to their own traps before effortlessly causing them to fall in themselves.
After two silent hours, the jungle became exceptionally lively.
