This is an unprecedentedly difficult situation, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a desperate situation. It's no wonder that Xiao Linlin had repeatedly mentioned the possibility of the team being eliminated quickly by death.
It wasn't that she was cowardly; it was just that, from a rational perspective, readily admitting defeat was the least damaging course of action.
Su Lin didn't speak, but simply looked down at the girl in his arms.
After a long pause, he nodded.
"Can."
"There's a 50% chance I'll win."
Su Lin gripped the broken luck charm in his hand, his voice still brimming with powerful confidence, and a hint of ruthless determination to face death.
If you're destined to die and be eliminated, why not fight for it?
I also have the Sword of Destruction, and the ability to win regardless of cause and effect!
Either I kill him, or he kills me!
Su Lin's ruthlessness wasn't just directed at his enemies; it also constantly enveloped him.
"I believe in my brother."
Xiao Linlin nestled her head into Su Lin's arms, and the two walked silently through the city streets, appearing like ordinary disciples of the evil sect, attracting little attention.
Amidst the bustling crowd, Su Lin felt for a moment as if she were in another world.
I vaguely remembered my cultivation journey up and down the mountain, the moments of peace and comfort in the Sword Pavilion, and how Xiao Linlin teased me about encountering the Welfare Bureau and whether I should stay here forever.
But when I returned, everything had changed.
The identity of the Sword Sect's Noble Son, who had once been of great help to him, had now become a huge burden.
Senior Brother Su, who was seen as having an extremely noble family background by others, had now become a rat crossing the street and had to hide in a dark corner.
This stark contrast caused a slight ripple in Su Lin's heart.
Sudden!
"Um?"
Su Lin stopped and turned around abruptly to look behind him.
There, the crowd was still bustling. Xiao Linlin looked up and, not noticing anything unusual, looked up at Su Lin with a puzzled expression.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
"I can smell it."
Su Lin's tone was serious, tinged with a hint of doubt: "It's Xu Zhenshu's scent..."
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