Whenever Qin Siyang's combat prowess came up, Qian Wendao could never help marveling.
He had thought Ander was an insurmountable pinnacle for humanity, but he had never expected that there would always be someone greater.
When Qin Siyang actually stabbed Ander, who stood at the pinnacle of sequence level Ten One, to death, the shock Qian Wendao felt was no less than what a feudal dynasty would have felt upon witnessing the Industrial Revolution.
Qin Siyang said, "Honestly, I only beat Ander by luck. If he hadn't broken through to sequence level Ten One, or if the guaranteed evasion mechanic of his sequence level Ten skill hadn't changed after his breakthrough, I might not have won a battle of attrition."
At this point, Qin Siyang remarked with heartfelt feeling, "Luck is often the key to deciding who wins and who loses."
"Regardless, you still won. Even if luck was on your side, that alone proves you're at least a powerhouse on the same level as Ander."
Yet Qin Siyang showed little joy. "Being strong doesn't do much good. I still can't beat Sima Ji."
"As for Sima Ji... his sequence ability might not be as powerful as Ander's, but his brain works much better. Sometimes, victory isn't decided on the battlefield, but off it. What makes him formidable is that you never know when he'll act against you, or what methods he'll use."
Qin Siyang looked at Qian Wendao. "You seem very wary of him."
"Yes." At the mention of this old acquaintance, Qian Wendao couldn't help frowning as he recalled the past. "The most formidable thing about him is that, by all appearances, there's nothing wrong with him."
"My relationship with Sima Ji was much like my relationship with Olof. He and Olof are both very serious men, rigid