Li Qing now had a better choice.
At this moment, the version of his aptitude that Atabia and the others had caught up to had fallen behind by one version again!
This made him feel much more at ease.
After all, the days of hiding behind the scenes had been difficult for him too. He had constantly been chased down, and they had even caught up to him before. It would have been a lie to say he had not been flustered.
His aptitude had once again crushed all others, ranking second only to one person.
After all, the Pseudo-Complete Talent he possessed was ultimately not the genuine, authentic version. It should also be the limit Li Qing could currently reach.
He had begun to have a real chance at Dao Contention, but the odds were not high.
"Next, I need to capture another Luo Qing."
"I ate the first one I captured before, making my aptitude more similar."
"Now, I'll capture a second one and continue imprisoning him inside my body. By borrowing the aura of his soul origin, I can make my perception of him even more similar. As long as he remains alive, I can retain the identity of possessing the Saint Lock. By locking up the Hunyuan Saint Luo Qing, he'll be even more convinced that I'm his self from a Parallel Universe."
Li Qing silently calculated.
"That way, with my aptitude, aura, and Saint Lock, there'll basically be no room for suspicion."
To disguise himself and deceive someone—especially someone who was the protagonist—he naturally had to leave nothing to chance.
Although the other party had yet to mature and was still a young man who frantically took beating after beating, growth was an inevitable process.
Even if he bloodied the other party badly now, forcing