God of Pets

"Do you think we're bound to lose?" Wing Zhilan looked at his teammates, speaking calmly without a harsh tone.

"Captain, we know we shouldn't be defeated before the battle, but that person is Jiang Qiemo." Hua Yinong said with a bitter face.

The other two teammates set to compete tomorrow, as well as those who weren't arranged to participate, did not object to Hua Yinong's statement, implying they were somewhat in agreement.

"Jiang Qiemo, he's on a different level than us." Lin Wanqing also said.

"If it weren't for Jiang Qiemo, we could still fight hard, but now the chances seem slim." Ding Shuangshuang was also a bit disheartened.

Among the four players from Team 11 set to compete, apart from the captain Wing Zhilan, three were actually women, which was quite rare.

Generally speaking, due to physiological reasons, girls tend to have lesser strength and speed as well as resilience compared to boys. To reach the same level as boys, they need to exert more effort, which is definitely more challenging.

Wing Zhilan listened to them quietly and only spoke once they fell silent, "Do you know why I chose you three to represent Team 11 in the final ranking battle?"

"Is it because you, Captain, already devised strategies against Team 17 and Team 9 and need our abilities to assist?" Ding Shuangshuang pondered before speaking.

"That's one reason, but there's another more important reason." Wing Zhilan smiled.

"What's the reason?" Lin Wanqing couldn't help but ask curiously.

"The important reason is you all excel in Yin Soft Secret Technique and Yin Soft Secret Skill." Wing Zhilan said solemnly.

"Does the Yin Soft Secret Technique have some special effect?" Lin Wanqing still couldn't figure out what special role the Yin Soft Secret Technique could have in this kind of battle.

"Of course it's useful. With you and your Yin Soft Secret Technique and Skills, maybe we can win." Wing Zhilan didn't show any hint of joking.

The team members all looked at Wing Zhilan; if he had said this before Jiang Qiemo joined, they might have believed it out of trust in their captain.

But now, it was really hard for them to believe that merely relying on the Yin Soft Secret Technique they cultivated could lead to their team's victory.

"It seems you don't believe, so let's make a bet. If we win, you three must treat the whole team to a feast, partying for three consecutive days." Wing Zhilan smiled.

"If we win, there's no problem with treating for three days, even ten." Hua Yinong said straightforwardly.

Lin Wanqing and Ding Shuangshuang agreed too. They too wanted the team to win, but it seemed too difficult.

"Alright, then later you'll follow my lead completely, act as I command without any hesitation." Wing Zhilan's gaze swept over their faces.

"Okay." The three women nodded in agreement, curious to know Wing Zhilan's plan to snatch the victory from Jiang Qiemo.

As the host's voice fell, the final ranking battle officially began. Three teams emerged from different corners of the field, forming a tripod situation inside the venue.

Everyone quieted down at this moment, waiting to see who would initiate the charge.

Before knowing Jiang Qiemo was competing, almost everyone speculated that Team 9 would ally with Team 11, first kicking out Chen Guan's Team 17.

But now that Jiang Qiemo was involved, everything became uncertain. The biggest possibility was Team 11 and Team 17 teaming up against Team 9, and it still would be hard to win.

However, they at least had the advantage in numbers, maybe they could create a miracle.

Sure enough, as many anticipated, at the beginning of the ranking battle, Teams 11 and 17 started moving toward each other on both sides of the inner wall, forming an alignment.

"Wing Zhilan, how about our two teams cooperating to first deal with Jiang Qiemo and Team 9?" The leader of the other team contemplated all night and felt it necessary to ally with Team 11.

"Okay." Wing Zhilan accepted Shi Zhimen's alliance invitation without hesitation.

"Shall I take charge of the upcoming battle?" Zhimen recently had notable performances, and he thought Wing Zhilan would agree to his request.

But Wing Zhilan shook his head and rejected, "Zhimen, your command ability is above mine, that I am aware, but this battle must be directed by me, otherwise we have no chance of winning."

"Do you have a way to defeat Jiang Qiemo?" Zhimen wasn't angry; instead, his eyes lit up.

"I do, but it requires your cooperation in following my commands." Wing Zhilan replied.

Zhimen and Chen Guan exchanged glances. With Team 9 approaching, they didn't have time for details.

"Alright, we trust you, the command for this match is yours, don't let us down." Shi Zhimen handed over the command promptly upon Chen Guan's consent.

With forming an alliance, if opinions aren't unified, combat strength might decrease instead of increasing, which is a military taboo.

Zhimen understood this and he himself didn't have a surefire plan, so letting Wing Zhilan try was fine.

Wing Zhilan nodded and directly issued orders, positioning the eight players from both teams in a specified formation, forming a goose-shaped battle array.

Under Jiang Tianqing's lead, Team 9 slowly rode their horses over, not fast, seemingly intentionally giving the two teams time to discuss alliance.

With Jiang Qiemo present, even if two teams allied, it was deemed useless, as they were set to secure first place in this contest.

Seeing the two teams forming a goose-shaped battle array under Wing Zhilan's command, Jiang Tianqing accelerated his team to meet the array.

Wing Zhilan's gaze swept over the faces of Team 9's four players, finally resting on Jiang Qiemo's face, and he said, staring into Jiang Qiemo's eyes, "Jiang Qiemo, three years ago, when I had just awakened and joined the Reserve Team, I challenged you. You hadn't awakened then, yet I lost under your palm. For three years, I haven't experienced Second Awakening; I've stayed here waiting for your awakening to face you in battle again. Now, do you dare accept my challenge? Let's fight one-on-one once more, winner is king, loser is the villain."

Jiang Qiemo looked at Wing Zhilan, stared for a while without speaking.

"What? Dare not?" Wing Zhilan raised an eyebrow.

"I'm just recalling who you are and when we had a match." Jiang Qiemo sighed, "But I really can't remember."

Those unfamiliar with Jiang Qiemo, hearing him say this, would think he's arrogant, mocking Wing Zhilan.

But those who know Jiang Qiemo understand he suffers from face blindness; he genuinely can't remember people.

Wing Zhilan didn't mind, chuckled and said, "That's not important; you just need to answer whether you dare accept my challenge."

"Brother, may I?" Jiang Qiemo looked at Jiang Tianqing for confirmation.

"Of course." Jiang Tianqing didn't mind; he didn't think Wing Zhilan could shake Jiang Qiemo.

Although Wing Zhilan was indeed strong, even Jiang Tianqing wasn't confident of surely defeating him, but the level between him and Jiang Qiemo should be different.