"I wonder what arrangements the sect has made for this martial competition."
The moment Li Zai'en finished speaking, Li Yuanzong caught the implication behind his words.
What was there to discuss about a martial competition? Wasn't it simply a matter of stepping onto the arena and letting one's ability determine victory or defeat?
Yet from what Li Zai'en had said, it was obvious that the sect had made other arrangements.
Lin Bai, Qiao Mo, and the others also perked up and looked at Li Zai'en.
Especially Lin Bai. When Li Zai'en had previously invited him to participate in the competition on the sect's behalf, he had vaguely hinted that the sect had arrangements for the event.
Li Zai'en took a deep breath and said, "The other warriors of the Flood Dragon Clan aren't important in this competition. The most troublesome opponents are the Flood Dragon Clan's three Quasi-Dragon Sons: Ao Jie, Ao Qing, and Ao Hai."
"These three are extremely powerful. Although they can't be compared to the saintly sons of the Five Great Families and Seven Sects, their strength isn't far behind."
"So, the sect has made some minor arrangements for them."
Li Zai'en smiled meaningfully and said, "Once the competition begins, the sect will have warriors specifically assigned to restrain those three. Your task is to quickly defeat the Flood Dragon Clan's warriors while those three Quasi-Dragon Sons are being held back and seize as many token points as possible."
Lin Bai understood now.
So the sect had already arranged for warriors to target the three Quasi-Dragon Sons during the competition.
They didn't need to defeat the three Quasi-Dragon Sons. They only had to hold them back for a while.
During that time, Li Yuanzong, Wu Di, Qiao Mo, and the others could strike swiftly and defeat the