"He's planning to use Chen Che to build his momentum!"
Outside the Daoist School, countless people cried out in alarm.
"Qiu Beixuan can't sit still any longer!"
Li Xiaoshuang narrowed his eyes.
"Sorry, but this is how competitions work... just like swimming or running. It's either you're eliminated, or I am."
Qiu Beixuan's teacher recognized Old Li and even walked over amicably to pat him on the shoulder. "If you don't defeat all your opponents and cultivate an air of invincibility, who can confidently challenge Hua Feng?"
That said, his face showed not the slightest hint of apology. Weakness was always the original sin.
Chen Che was in the middle of the Celestial Ranking, neither too high nor too low—the perfect whetstone.
Too low, and it wouldn't be a deterrent. Too high, and even winning would come at a cost. In fact, besides Chen Che, he had also pre-selected several other Celestial Ranking students for Qiu Beixuan to start building his momentum.
"You motherf..."
