"You're not confident either?" Li Qinghe asked in shock. In his eyes, the Initiation Stage didn't seem all that impressive. [Burning^Literature^Bookstore]
"Qinghe, you don't understand. Once a Ghost-Summoning cultivator reaches the Initiation Stage, he isn't inferior to disciples from the major orthodox sects. I can deal with him, but can you and Zhao Qian each handle a woman in the late Path-Seeking Stage alone? I'm just worried you'll get hurt. If we make it through this round, the next one will be even harder." I had nothing to worry about myself, since I still had Xijun as my trump card. The key was Zhao Qian—her level was only the same as mine.
"Mm, that makes sense. But if we can't win this round, there won't be a next one. This is only the first match of the team competition. We can't lose, can we?" Li Qinghe was caught in a dilemma. Who would have thought we'd run into the championship seed in the very first match?
"We should still bet on ourselves, but be more careful. You two focus on defense. Once I beat Zhou Feng, I'll go help you." I suggested this plan.
Everyone was delighted and took their bank cards to place their bets. Zhao Qian ordered a cold drink and complained to me in a wounded voice. I took the opportunity to explain things, comforting her by saying that Yang Suoyue was our opponent, so naturally I couldn't have any fondness for her. Only then did I coax Zhao Qian into a good mood.
Aside from our match, there were two others before it, but both ended within ten minutes. The organizers soon contacted me and prepared a vehicle at the center of the venue to take us there.
I put all my money on our side—a