Lin Suqing did indeed have some confidence, feeling that a battle of wits was not difficult. Even if it came down to a contest of strength, it would be much simpler than resisting those demons and monsters back on Danxue Mountain.
Ordinary mortals usually pay attention to methods and approaches, and because of this, there is room for maneuver. Even if Crown Prince Ying's tactics are formidable, at least he wouldn't resort to Demon Art, leaving him completely unprepared. If there's a way to parry, then there's a way to detour, and with a way to detour, there's also a chance to save one's life.
He considered himself quite adept at dealing with matters that required some thought.
"After my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers shall perish; just watch as I whittle him down," Lin Suqing adapted a line from the peasant rebel leader Huang Chao, and so he spoke to Prince Ping.
"What sort of nonsensical poem are you reciting?"
