Compared to the smug Shi Ziqiang, Li Qingming had visibly fallen behind and even avoided the former's gaze, muttering to himself in the same spot.
Behind him, Ye Qian, a professional "Li Qingming scholar," was even more startled: "Fuck... Based on my three years of observing Li Qingming... this is the first time he's ever been on the back foot... aside from the draft."
"Your observation skills are garbage, it's at least the third time, he's totally used to losing." Yin Li snorted as she gripped her mechanized crossbow, "You too, stop being so engrossed in the drama, be ready to fight at any moment."
"Huh?"
"What's there to 'huh' about?" Yin Li took a deep breath and said, "Shi Ziqiang is tougher than we thought. With him around, it'll be hard for Li Qingming to get an advantage through non-violent means, so we need to be ready to fight and kill at any moment."
"But isn't that obviously a criminal offense? Isn't that against the rules?"
