Contest

"Me too?"

Li Pin looked at the two, the smell of gunpowder between them thick enough to choke on.

He could not understand what there was to fight over regarding the position of chief general.

The chief general was supposed to take the field last.

What if the deputy generals were too strong and defeated all the opponents ahead of them? If the chief general went to the Myriad Races Hegemony Competition only to drink the northwest wind without crossing hands with a single opponent, would that not be pointless?

He felt that the arrangement made earlier by the Supreme ones, letting him take the field first, had been quite good.

But...

If the two truly fought, given their apparently closely matched strength, they would inevitably have to fight until both were badly depleted to determine a victor. Would that not affect their condition when they faced him afterward?

That would not do.

He immediately said, "I'm not betting, but since I only barely qualify to enter this wager..."

He smiled. "How about the two of you clear the field before your duel? Isn't that how many movies play out? Two top experts fight to the death and end up mutually wounded, only for some opponent they never thought much of to leap out and reap the benefits, leaving both of them dead. So..."

He extended a hand in invitation. "Clear the field first. For example... defeat me."

At those words, Yao Ji and Di A both turned their eyes toward Li Pin.

Among the surrounding Heavenly Emperors, Ji Shun and Great Emperor Shenwu, the two who knew him particularly well, both had their mouths twitch.

"This... all I can say is, are those who hope to contend for the title of Supreme Heavenly Prodigy truly this distinctive? Every last