When Ling Tian learned that Xi Yue and Lei Wei's groups had reached an agreement, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Still, he knew they were doing it for his sake. After all, the path of cultivation he had chosen was best suited to advancing through combat.
Of course, Xi Yue and the others could have ordered the Near-Gods in their factions to spar with Ling Tian. But knowing they were on the same side would inevitably take away much of the pressure, and the results would be far less effective. That was why they had agreed to Lei Wei and the others' proposal.
As long as Ling Tian wasn't killed, Xi Yue and the others didn't care much about the tokens. With Ling Tian and his companions' strength, they would eventually be able to seize some anyway. Besides, the members of Heaven's Might Organization had been discussing the matter of retaining their seats, and they had come up with some new rules.
Though he knew they were doing it for his sake, the thought of facing so many experts still gave Ling Tian a headache.
Of course, he didn't care too much about the tokens or whether they won or lost. But he didn't want to embarrass Xi Yue and the others, so he had thought of finding some reinforcements. After all, the other side had plenty of people too.
At Ling Tian's words, Tan Tai Chang Feng's expression tightened, and his voice rose sharply. "Brother Ling, you can't be serious. I'm not going to get beaten to a pulp. I'm not some little freak like you."
"You don't have to be so modest. After refining the Nine Heavens Profound Blazing Fire and learning so many secret arts of the Qilin Race from Uncle Qilin, your strength