Everyone was naturally convinced that Ling Tian was doomed to lose. Zhao Jing was actually standing behind Ruan Qiushui, but at this moment he wore a completely bewildered expression, unable to figure out how my son and I had suddenly started competing.
Zhao Jing could not help looking at Ling Tian with envy. Jing Chen patted him on the shoulder and said, "You've probably been looking forward to this battle for a long time, haven't you?"
"It feels like a dream... I never imagined I'd be able to witness a confrontation like this with my own eyes..." Zhao Jing gave a bitter smile, then murmured, "It'll be spectacular, if nothing unexpected happens."
As the formation diagram activated, everyone's mood gradually grew solemn. This realm had been chosen because it was a region where the fighting was less intense, having been selected as the one to skip. But as the years passed, war dragged on here as well, and both the population and supplies dwindled sharply. Thus, the realm before us had changed greatly. The side that had previously been at a disadvantage seemed to have gained the upper hand, while the stronger side had instead weakened.
"Big Brother, shall we draw lots to choose, or..." Ruan Qiushui hurriedly asked.
"No need. I'll choose the weaker side and give up resource assistance," I said indifferently. Ling Tian glanced at me and quickly said, "No, Aunt Ruan, give me the weaker side..."
"Tut-tut, child, you probably don't yet know just how powerful your father is, do you? Even with another thirty percent deduction, I doubt you could beat your father. Your father already thinks highly of you." Ruan Qiushui wore a broad smile.
"Aunt Ruan is right... But I'm his son. I can't take advantage of him..." Ling Tian finally felt constrained.