After they settled the stakes and Shangguan Longyin worked out the detailed rules of the contest with Ling Tian, he led the others away. The spectators also dispersed, all eagerly looking forward to the competition five days later. Before long, only the people from Lingxiao Pavilion and Zi Ling's group remained on the Yang Stage. Every face was grave, with a trace of worry in their eyes.
"Ti'er, wasn't that a little rash of you?" Zi Yun asked, his expression tinged with concern. "Your juniors may work well together, but the Ten Thousand Swords Cliff sword formation is no pushover. I'm afraid this time your chances of winning are slim."
"That's right, Ling Tian. I hear Ten Thousand Swords Cliff has recently trained dozens of disciples skilled in Soul Attacks, and they have quite a few refining masters who can forge high-grade infant armor." Tian Ru spoke, a rare trace of solemnity on her face. "Your Lingxiao Pavilion's greatest advantage, the soul melody, won't be of much use."
"Ti'er, have you come up with some brilliant strategy?" Zi Ling asked curiously with a grin. "You never do anything without a reason. Come on, what scheme are you hatching?"
At that, everyone came to their senses. They knew Ling Tian wasn't the sort of young cultivator to act on impulse. If he'd agreed to the contest, he must have a way to win. Curious, they all fixed their eyes on him.
"There's no particularly effective strategy. We'll just take them down one at a time." Ling Tian looked utterly unconcerned. Seeing everyone stare at him in disbelief, he continued, "To put it boldly, I alone have a pretty good chance of winning. But that would be exhausting, and there'd be too many variables. That's why I agreed to invite allies. It'll