Chen Mo understood Ouyang Nan's concerns. Qian Ying was a Martial Artist at the Xiantian Third Order Peak, while Chen Mo was merely a Xiantian Master. In Ouyang Nan and the others' eyes, he was probably only a Xiantian First Order Martial Artist. Therefore, if Qian Ying attacked them, Ouyang Nan naturally worried that Chen Mo would fail.
Thus, the best approach was to prevent Qian Ying from attacking them. Staying alive was what mattered. As for Qian Ying resorting to underhanded tactics, they could only defend passively and evade for as long as possible. Later, perhaps they would find an opportunity to escape Qian Ying's control.
Chen Mo could only leave it at that. After all, he could not tell Ouyang Nan that he was powerful enough that Qian Ying was absolutely no match for him.
Heh, Ouyang Nan would believe that only if pigs flew. If she had not seen it with her own eyes, no matter how convincingly he explained it, she would never believe him.
Of course, if Chen Mo told Ouyang Ruo Xi that he could defeat Qian Ying, she might believe him. After all, a woman in love believed whatever Chen Mo said, one hundred percent.
So Chen Mo could only set the matter aside for now. If he truly had to step forward and fight Qian Ying later, Ouyang Nan and the others would naturally learn who was stronger.
For now, they should discuss the current issue. Chen Mo pointed at the rope and said, "How about we set up another rope, retrieve this one, and inspect it carefully to see whether there's actually anything wrong with it?"
Ouyang Nan shook her head. "No. What if there's something wrong with the retrieved rope? What will we do about tomorrow's operation? If we take