I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, So I’ll Max Out My Defense

Chapter 1130: Chapter 1131: Mentality Collapsed Chapter 1130: Chapter 1131: Mentality Collapsed Su Yunbing sized up the person in front of her with interest and asked, “What kind of cooperation are you proposing?”

“The tournament is drawing to a close, and the rules have been adjusted once again. I believe Senior Sister Su has noticed that there are only three competitors left on the stage, but ultimately, only one can remain. I, Long Aotian, am aware that this person will definitely not be me. However, I have a deep grudge against Han Buzhu and would like to ask Immortal Su for a small favor. If Immortal Su could help me deal with Han Buzhu and defeat him, I would immediately withdraw from the competition and concede the victory. How does that sound?”

“In this way, Immortal Su only needs to defeat Han Buzhu to claim the victory, eliminating a competitor with ease. Why not seize the opportunity?” Long Aotian said.

The new rules were already distributed. With only three competitors left, if Long Aotian were to be absent, it would surely cause public outrage, revealing too obvious a manipulation. The other sects would not agree, and even the Great Elder wouldn’t dare to act so brazenly. Thus, the only option was to meddle in the final round, changing the rules from a duel to a three-person melee, where the cultivator remaining on the stage would emerge victorious.

This required not just raw power but also a solid strategy. At this moment, he was setting up his tactics, attempting to steer the development of the tournament in a direction favorable to himself.

“I’m not interested. For me, defeating either you or Han Buzhu is just a matter of swinging my weapon one more time. Your proposal holds no allure,” Su Yunbing slightly squinted at him and spoke indifferently. This fellow had earlier colluded with Wu Chengjue, and now he was trying to scheme with her, which was quite insidious.

Manipulating behind the scenes and using crafty tactics would have likely trapped another cultivator by now.

Nevertheless, for her, it was futile. Except for Long Aotian, everyone else was on her side. No matter what games this man played, it would only lead to his own disgrace.

“Immortal Su misunderstands. If you could ally with me, Long Aotian, there are plenty of benefits for you,” He persisted.

“Just help me eliminate Han Buzhu, and, as the leader, I can grant you access to browse the Scripture Pavilion on Ice Dragon Island!”

Long Aotian patted his chest, confident that this promise was an irresistible offer for any supreme talent.

“Fine, I’ll make my move once I step onto the stage,” Su Yunbing nodded.

“That is excellent. Then I shall take it that Immortal Su has agreed. Rest assured, my master also knows about this matter; there will be no unexpected problems,” Long Aotian smiled, bowed with clasped hands, and then stealthily walked away.

A few minutes later.

He reappeared in a secluded corner of the arena, this time standing next to Li Xiaobai.

“Third Young Master of the Han Family, I won’t beat around the bush with you. We both desire to win Long Xue, which should be a contest among men, don’t you agree?” Long Aotian, with hands clasped behind his back, asked calmly.

“True, but you might as well give up on Long Xue. This stage has basically nothing to do with you anymore. If you’re wise, you’d better just surrender and bow out. Otherwise, losing your life would be a fool’s bargain,” Li Xiaobai eyed him curiously and slowly replied.

It was strange for this man to seek him out—that was like a weasel paying respects to a chicken, with certainly no good intentions.