Middle East Tiger

Her gaze turned to Lin Xiaosu.

Lin Xiaosu said, "Sometimes, it is precisely because no one expects us to be so simple and brutal that we can succeed!"

All right, that was the first reason: strike straight at the blind spot in their understanding.

Lin Xiaosu added, "Before we make our move, we are all invisible men. Once we move, the enemy will have at most three minutes to react! In three minutes, even if there is a Hydra Heavenly King in the camp, they will not be able to stop us."

Changye let out a soft breath. "There really may be a Hydra Heavenly King in the military. There may even be something more terrifying!"

Something more terrifying than a Heavenly King...

Xin Yue's expression turned grave.

Lin Xiaosu narrowed his eyes. "Such as?"

"A Nirvana Adept! There are Nirvana Adepts in the Middle East. Jing Lei made two moves against one and failed to gain even the slightest upper hand!"

"Does that mean that if Jing Lei cannot do something, I definitely cannot do it either?" Lin Xiaosu lifted his gaze and looked at her.

In that instant, Changye's heart surged with turbulent waves.

If Jing Lei could not do something, did that mean he definitely could not do it either?

That was not necessarily true!

On the Fusang trip, even Jing Lei could not possibly have brought back the Purple Demon Stone so easily.

In the battle at Formless Temple, Jing Lei would have been nothing but cannon fodder. He could never have sealed off Kun Cang.

Against Wing Blade, Jing Lei had labored fruitlessly four times, yet with one move from him, Wing Blade had been captured.

In the dictionary of the Qianlong Heavenly King, anything Jing Lei could not accomplish was something other Heavenly Kings