Si Qing wiped his face with a determined look, ready to give it his all. However, once he stepped onto the competition stage, he faltered.
This was because Qi Yu was exuding an overwhelming killing aura.
Si Qing gripped his spear and reminded her, "I'm your brother, your real brother. No matter which life, we're born of the same mother. So, can you please tone down your killing intent and not attack me with that expression like you want to kill me?"
"How can you say that about me? I'm not as fierce as you say. I'm just preparing," Qi Yu firmly believed in the principle of overwhelming the opponent with sheer presence. Thus, she not only deliberately filled her surroundings with killing intent but also intentionally used her clone technique.
Dozens of clones materialized on the competition stage.
Si Qing was taken aback and asked sincerely, "Sister, now that we both have the Yan Zhen Mirror, can I also use this move?"
Qi Yu paused, first nodding and saying of course, then with a helpless shrug, she teased him, "But it's too late for you to learn it now. You can learn it after you lose."
Si Qing: "!!!"
His face registered disbelief. The next moment, he suddenly drew his spear and charged forward.
Qi Yu knew this kid was planning a surprise attack. So, while she appeared startled, she actually swapped places with her true body and her clones. Si Qing immediately lost track of which one to attack.
He stood rooted to the spot, gripping his spear, and exclaimed in frustration, "Sister, is this fair? You can use these clones to protect your true body, but you can't keep swapping every time I attack! Attacking your clones only hits an illusion, it's a complete waste of effort."
"All's fair in war. Who says I can't do this? If you can hit me, then hit me. If not, stop blabbering," Qi Yu said, and then began manipulating her clones to form a formation.
They completely surrounded Si Qing.
Qi Yu's formation was rather peculiar. Once it enveloped someone, the person trapped in the center felt as if everything around them was spinning.
Unlike other formations that required three to five people to activate, this one could be initiated by a single person. The center of the formation could also be augmented with one's own clones or other magical artifacts.
Qi Yu's formation was designed for one person to activate the entire array, with clones placed in the center to confuse the enemy.
Si Qing, trapped within this formation for less than the time it takes an incense stick to burn, was already feeling dizzy and nauseous. Then, with a groan, he threw up.
Qi Yu snorted, withdrew her hand, and declared victory without a fight.
After Si Qing recovered, he stumbled forward and latched onto Qi Yu's leg, "I don't care, I don't care! This is unfair, you cheated! Can you use this move when facing a real enemy? I didn't even get to use my moves, I was going easy on you. Either we fight again, or we go together!"
Qi Yu dragged him forward, her face contorted, "Why should I take you? You lost. Before the match, you didn't say you'd use any particular method to win, did you? Besides, if I brought you along, what would have been the point of the previous match?"
"No, no!" Si Qing was on the verge of tears.
He howled, clinging to Qi Yu's leg.
An Nuo, annoyed by his crying, covered her ears, "Qi Yu, just coax her a bit. Don't let her cry. We all agree, you two will go together."
Si Qing secretly glanced at Qi Yu and continued to wail loudly.
Shao Feng couldn't help but nod, "Yeah, no matter what, make him stop crying. It's killing me."
Qi Yu looked at Yan Hua.
Yan Hua nodded.
Qi Yu sighed, "Alright, but..."
Before she could state her three conditions, Si Qing, who was on the ground, suddenly sprang up, his expression quickly returning to normal:
"Then I'm ready. Let's go."
Qi Yu: "..."