After listening to Qi Ling's words, Tang San pondered for a moment, and Qi Ling continued, "If Qian Jiyin joins, then everything will need to change, otherwise our chances of failure will be quite high."
" Qian Jiyin's strength lies not only in his own power, but also in the many highly skilled individuals among his subordinates. How we arrange our forces will be crucial to our victory in this match."
After the meeting, everyone dispersed with heavy hearts, feeling immense pressure about this competition that would determine the fate of the entire continent.
Qi Ling, meanwhile, stayed alone in his room, constantly scribbling and drawing on a piece of paper, comparing the order of the available spots, hoping to find the most suitable way to appear.
"Is A Xue confident of victory against Qian Xunji? No, no, Qian Xunji is likely the strongest person besides Qian Jiyin. Logically speaking, we should give up on this match..."
"But if we give up on this match, should we let A Xue deal with Xue Qinghe? But if we do that..."
Qi Ling Qi Ling, who was still struggling with her thoughts, didn't even notice Bibi Dong entering the room until Bibi Dong stood quietly beside her for a while before she suddenly realized it.
"Ah, sister, when did you come in?" Qi Ling asked in surprise, "I didn't even notice."
"Look how worried you are, don't fret yourself too much," Bibi Dong said. "What's wrong, is this making things difficult for you?"
"Yes, it's really difficult to win this match. I'm wondering if I was being too arrogant? If I hadn't agreed to Qian Xunji's request, would there have been so much trouble? And if I lose, I..."
Before Qi Ling could finish speaking, Bibi Dong sat down on Qi Ling's lap, then hugged Qi Ling's neck and gave her a passionate, deep kiss.
Qi Ling was caught off guard by Bibi Dong's sudden attack, her mind went blank, and she instinctively hugged Bibi Dong's body.
Much later, Bibi Dong stood up, looked at Qi Ling, and smiled, "How are you, little brother? Do you feel more relaxed?"
"Ah, much better." Qi Ling said honestly, "Thank you so much, sister. Perhaps I was a little anxious."
"Right? You're good in every way, except you're too stubborn and always want to shoulder everything by yourself," Bibi Dong said. "So sometimes, you should try to trust others too!"
"This is a battle that concerns all of us, a battle we cannot shirk for the continent we live on! Victory or defeat, we should all stand with you! Little brother, you don't have to bear everything alone."
Qi Ling hugged Bibi Dong, buried her face in her chest, and said, "Yes, that's right, sister. I should have trusted everyone! Qian Jiyin and Qian Xunji are indeed difficult to deal with, but we are all rare geniuses, and we shouldn't lose to them."
"That's right, they are strong, but we are not weak either! A Xue is very strong. I haven't even witnessed her power yet, so how can I make such a judgment so easily?" Bibi Dong said.
"Really? How strong? Stronger than you, sister?" Qi Ling asked with a smile.
"Hmm... I think I'm still stronger," Bibi Dong said playfully. "Even if she's my own daughter, I don't want to lose to her."
Qi Ling couldn't help but smile helplessly. Competitiveness seemed to be something written into Bibi Dong's bones. Although she had been reborn, some essential things would never change.
"Huh? Sister, you're actually this strong? That surprises me. I'll have to see just how strong you've become."
"Oh? Hey, little brother, you, you take your hands out! How can you leave them here... someone's coming!"
"Don't worry, no one can enter my room without permission! Sister, just accept your fate!"
After Bibi Dong's encouragement, Qi Ling finally relaxed under the pressure. Now, what they should do is not worry about so much, but actively prepare for this must-win match.
So on the training ground, Qi Ling naturally became everyone's sparring partner. Tang San, Tang Hao, and Chen Xin joined forces to attack him, studying combat techniques.
In order to achieve the training objectives, Qi Ling deliberately suppressed his strength, maintaining it at a level similar to Tang San's. Under such conditions, Qi Ling felt immense pressure when facing the attacks of the three.
The imposing presence of the Clear Sky Hammer, the sharpness of the Seven Kill Sword, and the immense power of the Sea God Trident all left a deep impression on Qi Ling, after all, he was facing some of the most outstanding geniuses in the world.
"Alright, let's stop for a bit." After blocking another attack from Tang San, Qi Ling called a halt to the battle. They had been fighting relentlessly for an hour, and even Qi Ling was feeling a bit tired.
After the battle, it was time to summarize. Among the three, Tang San was the strongest, but he had the least experience. After all, his combat experience was pitifully small compared to the other two.
" Xiao San, your combat experience really needs improvement," Qi Ling said. "You can't even see through my most basic feints, that's unacceptable! When I attack your left, you can't just look to the left; my killing move might be on the right!"
Tang San said helplessly, "But, brother, there are really few battles here. I can't even find anyone to fight."
"Hehe, finding someone to fight is easy, isn't it? I'll take you to a good place when I have time, and I'll satisfy your request!" Qi Ling laughed.
Looking at Qi Ling's smile, Tang San couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, and then began to reflect on whether he had made a wrong decision.
Just then, Chen Xin suddenly said to Qi Ling, "Alliance Leader, I have a favor to ask of you. I wonder if you can grant it?"
"Oh? Senior Jian, what is it? Please speak freely," Qi Ling said.
"Actually, it's like this. I know that the Alliance Leader has deliberately suppressed his power in order to match our strength. But I want to ask the Alliance Leader not to suppress his power. Let me feel the gap between us with your killing intent." Chen Xin said.
"Huh? Why is that, Senior Jian? Are you trying to force your Sword Intent to break through in this way?" Qi Ling asked in confusion.
"That's right. Only when facing the pressure of death can a person's potential be maximized," Chen Xin said. "To be honest, although I have now broken through to level 98, I know that my potential is limited."
"As the Alliance Leader knows, the speed at which a swordsman's cultivation level breaks through is directly related to his Sword Intent level. If I cannot make a breakthrough in Sword Intent, I'm afraid I won't be able to break through level 99 in this lifetime."
Qi Ling couldn't help but ask, "But Jian Lan has already inherited the position of Sword God. Is it possible that even with Jian Lan around, Senior Jian, you still can't break through?"
"That's different. I am Lan'er's master. No matter how hard Lan'er tries, she cannot use swordsmanship filled with killing intent against me," Chen Xin said. "And unless it's a true life-or-death crisis, I'm afraid I won't be able to break through."
Qi Ling understood. What Chen Xin needed now was not any guidance on swordsmanship, nor any insight into Sword Intent. What he wanted most was the pressure of walking on the edge of life and death.