Thanks to Your Precious Little Brother

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

The continuous sound of metal clashing echoed on the stage. Xiao Wuqingjian had seemingly cornered Li Qing into a corner of the arena, just a step away from victory. However, this last step appeared incredibly distant. Li Qing seemed to be nailed to the edge of the platform like a nail. He tightly guarded his position with his longsword, allowing Xiao Wuqingjian's attacks to come like waves. However, Li Qing managed to block them all, preventing any progress.

The two were once again deadlocked, with Xiao Wuqingjian on the offensive and Li Qing on the defensive. Their two precious swords continuously clashed, creating a crisp sound that echoed through the air.

"Your current state disappoints me," Xiao Qing looked at the restless Xiao Wuqing and calmly said, "When scheming against others, you should be mentally prepared for a counterattack. Deviating from the plan and being so disheartened, how can I entrust the Xiao family to you?"