A young man carrying a long sword stepped out from the crowd. He drew his sword and casually twirled it a few times before calmly focusing his gaze on the arrow that had approached from more than ten meters away.

"Don't worry, this is a competition. Apart from our special circumstances, other teams are unlikely to cooperate. If they were, there would be more than just one probing arrow."

The young man wanted to say a few more words, but his expression suddenly changed, and his posture also changed slightly. If he seemed a little relaxed just now, he was now completely immersed in battle mode. His current posture was exactly the one he always adopted when he went all out.

The young man's teammates were stunned when they saw the change in his posture and demeanor. Then, their relaxed mood lifted as well. Only his teammates knew what every change in his expression and posture meant.

"Wang Jiabing? What happened?"

Some of them had beads of sweat on their foreheads. They hadn't noticed anything, but Wang Jiabing's reaction made them very uneasy. After all, Wang Jiabing was the strongest in the team, and now that he was going all out, how could they dare to relax?

Wang Jiabing dared not be distracted by answering his teammates' questions. He stared at the arrow, which was only seven or eight meters away, and gradually held his breath, his fingers tightening around the sword hilt. "Come on, I want to see just how powerful it really is..."

As Wang Jiabing's murmur faded, the icy blue arrow finally reached the point where his longsword could touch it. He suddenly swung his longsword, and the passengers standing next to him immediately felt a chilling sword aura rushing towards them. Some passengers with weaker physical strength were even cut on the face by Wang Jiabing's simple act of raising his sword.

"Damn! Wang Jiabing is that strong?!"

The passengers from the other groups retreated, staring in disbelief at Wang Jiabing, who was slowly swinging his longsword to deflect the arrows. In their memory, he was still just a little kid who used to follow them around asking for candy, but now the little kid seemed to have grown to a level that they could not catch up with.

"No wonder he refused to go back no matter what I said..."

"Oh, if Dad finds out, he'll be furious. All the kids in the family have run away. He doesn't want us to stay out too long, afraid we'll encounter dangers we can't control."

“Dad’s concerns are not without reason. After all, the extraterrestrial invaders have already infiltrated the Alliance silently. If we encounter them now, we will surely die.”

As the two sisters were talking, they didn't notice that their partner standing behind them was looking at them with a strange gaze. Of course, he hid very quickly, in just a moment. Even the audience members in the stands didn't notice him. And those who did notice didn't care. They all had their own missions to select outstanding passengers to join the family, so naturally they wouldn't pay attention to the petty grudges between passengers.

Wang Jiabing's longsword finally collided with the ice-blue arrow. The moment they collided, an extremely cold air current spread outwards. Several passengers who were nearby couldn't help but shiver, while Mo Shuwan and the others who were farther away felt it less, but they still felt the cold.

Mo Shuwan clicked her tongue in surprise and said in a low voice, "I didn't think about how powerful it would be. Now it seems to be a failure. It's not powerful enough, and there are too many messy and fancy things."

Wen Zuo smiled with barely concealed pride, "I think it's alright, they've all retired."

"Yes, Captain, the power of that arrow you shot should be enough to make any passenger it hit hard to withstand, right?"

Mo Shuwan turned to look at Chen Jiaxu, smiled and shook her head, "No, actually the power wasn't very strong, it just looked like that. Although they retreated, the collision just now didn't hurt them at all, not even a little bit."

However, Mo Shuwan did not feel frustrated. After all, this was the first move she had created herself, and it was a conclusion drawn from random guesses. She already knew it wouldn't have any power, and this was just confirmation. She could improve it next time. She really didn't think it was a big deal.

Seeing that Mo Shuwan didn't show any signs of sadness, the others didn't offer any comfort. Instead, they all turned their attention to the four teams in the distance. After taking a few steps back, the teams were now looking around, probably searching for them.

Mo Shuwan looked at Wang Jiabing, who had already retreated back to the group, and thought for a moment before whispering, "That person's sword must have been quite good, and his strength must have been considerable, otherwise my arrows could have lasted longer."

"I can tell."

The audience outside the arena had witnessed the clash between Wang Jiabing's sword and Mo Shuwan's arrow. Many people wrote Wang Jiabing's name in their notebooks, finding another suitable candidate to recruit. However... they looked around at the people doing the same thing and felt a little annoyed. They had found a promising talent, but there were too many people vying for him.

"Do you think we should write Mo Shuwan's name down as well?"

"...Are you crazy? Mo Shuwan is Mr. Song's successor. Would Mr. Song allow her to serve another family?"

“What do other families have? Aren’t they all serving the alliance anyway? In any case, no matter where she is, she will have to go to the front line. So… why don’t we try to win her over? If we succeed, it will be a great achievement. Maybe we can even get Mr. Song to pay attention to us because we have won over Mo Shuwan.”