What I was thinking now was how to use this opportunity to sideline Li Tianjian and shift the power elsewhere—at the very least, to keep everyone on the war chariot from being bound together and following wherever Li Tianjian pointed. I wanted the people on the war chariot to jump off and split up, or for a single great force to be guided indirectly by me. When that time came, Li Tianjian would have to go play with mud by himself.
But the situation still wasn't chaotic enough. I needed to add fuel to the fire.
The competition soon began again. This time, the team drawn was still Big Brother Li Zhengfeng's, and their opponent was still a weak team. Sometimes fate really was unfair. Li Zhengfeng was probably feeling rather aggrieved too—how many matches had there been, and he had already been drawn twice?
However, once Li Zhengfeng's team took the field, they still swept through their opponents like a gale scattering fallen leaves, taking three straight victories to win. Moreover, the two disciples who appeared this time hadn't fought in the previous match, yet they displayed astonishing strength. After emerging from the cloud mat, they had even directly taken Golden Core pills to replenish their qi, despite not having expended much. It was clear that Big Brother was rich beyond measure. He had practically planned for a relay battle. If they kept fighting like this, even after several more matches, there probably still wouldn't be anything anyone could do to them!
After the five returned to their original positions, more than a dozen placards immediately withdrew and began competing in the other regions.
Below the second region, things were naturally just as turbulent, with the battles fought at a fever pitch. Most likely, no one was willing to