There was no doubt that, as the rumors Ling Tian had spread grew ever more widespread, Po Tian and Chi Xue had run out of options. They had to fight. Po Tian, who was as battle-crazed as ever, made up his mind in an instant: once Fei Peng and the others made their move, he would step forward too. As he had said, there was no point in fretting over anything else now. All he could do was try his best to defeat Wu Ling, then Ling Tian.
Knowing this, the other Po Family Brothers stopped trying to dissuade him. Po Zhen said coldly, "It's a pity they won't allow multiple challengers. Although our strength is a little below Big Brother's, our special constitution lets us form a battle formation, greatly boosting our overall strength. That would give us better odds."
"If all eight of us take the field, Ling Tian's side will naturally choose eight people too. Then I'm afraid Fairy Sword Ji, Fairy Meng Shang, and the others will all step in. Ling Tian might even join them." Po Family's Youngest Brother looked at everyone. "Our special constitution makes us good at coordinated attacks, but Ling Tian's side is stronger. Every one of them is a little stronger than us, and they're extremely skilled at fighting in groups. If it really comes to that, our odds will be even worse."
"Exactly. Their eight fighters could simply keep their distance and attack with archery techniques, making themselves impossible to defeat. We wouldn't stand a chance." Po Di spoke gravely, then turned to Po Tian. "If Big Brother fights Wu Ling alone, he still has a decent chance of winning. So we should stick with that plan."
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