Not to mention that unless things have changed a lot since the last time we sparred, Meizhen would win anyway.
Forge of Destiny(Xianxia Quest)
- Thread starter yrsillar
- Start date
- Original Fantasy
Not to mention that unless things have changed a lot since the last time we sparred, Meizhen would win anyway.
I mean, sure. It's not gonna be a factor, since we're almost certainly going to lose, but there' no reason not to give it a try.
The dragon is Green 2, but he's also a spoiled brat who's never trained seriously until he got his ass kicked.
Kang Zihao, Gan Guangli, and Ji Rong don't have that handicap. At least Kang Zihao will likely have a third realm spirit of his own. In addition they're likely to have better equipment (other than our dress and flying sword) and a more coherent Art loadout. We underestimate them at our peril.
Genre appropriate outcome would be either (a) each girl throws out their most powerful move, then Ling Qi concedes; or (b) the girls engage in a flashy duel in which neither side uses qi or seriously tries to hurt the other, then Ling Qi concedes.
Basically do what is needed to show the audience that Meizhen's victory is inevitable and then give up. Friends don't get into pointless attrition battles with friends.
Well fuck genre conventions. Friends absolutely get in attrition battles with friends when half the point of the tournament is showing off.
DeAnno
Sometimes words have two meanings
If Bai Meizhen's victory is so inevitable then why the hell to we need to surrender and make her look weak by coddling her? It's not like she won't have plenty of time to rest between fights. Our whole strategy is attrition battles, if they're against some double-secret genre rule everyone is going to blindly follow I would rather burn the whole strategy and just go rocket tag DPS.
Honestly, if we aren't going to try our best in this tourney we've been preparing for all year I would rather just go meditate in a cave.
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- Location
- Canada
It's not a genre rule about attrition battles, it's about not wasting her energy, Qi, and consumables before she gets into a fight with Sun. Forcing her into a full on battle will likely involve revealing strategic information about her arts and spirits, thus reducing the chances she can achieve the outcome both of us would prefer (Her winning the tournament). There is no guarantee we'll be allowed any significant rest period between matchups, and it is likely that other contenders will be able to watch our match.
Rather unlikely due to his talent and Sun's grooming him most likely because shes' at least as aware of match fixing as Cai, and wants Ji Rong to potentially screw that up by inserting him where he can potentially humiliate Cai(heck, given the whole narrative of the battle for control, the non-Sun notable rebels are likely to be seeded so that Cai faces them after she enters the top 8, so she has 2 Green opponents who had been known to be antagonistic to her AND which she should have enough of a lead to stomp.
We've seen Cai coasting on the personal combat portion in favor of building long term power, so a plausible plot for Sun would be to throw in a ducal drug and talisman enhanced Ji Rong at Cai for a spoiler match, particularly when anyone who hadn't spent as much time with him wouldn't be so aware of his abnormally high Talent because he's been in a series of being repeatedly kicked back down.
For the same reason that Cai is likely to fight Ji Rong in the semi/quarterfinals, Ling Qi is likely to fight Sun in the quarterfinals before the Sun vs Bai match.
Our odds of winning are slim, but not slim enough to risk Sun NOT placing in the top 8 after all...and Sun is a nasty threat because she's trained for facing Meizhen, and that necessarily means she has plenty of power to crack our defenses. Would be fun to beat her, but not holding out hopes. At the same time Ling Qi lacks many of the options that would seriously impair an upcoming Sun/Bai match, attrition warriors burn resources slowly, but are unlikely to inflict any injuries that can't be fixed by then
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Cultivator-1
CULTIVATOR - 1 : Worm/Forge of Destiny
When Ling Qi woke up, the ground was very far away. One might even go so far as to say it was terminally far away if they could stand the pun. Blue eyes widened as her clothes flapped, the trailing hems like pennants caught in a gale, while far, far below lights twinkled in the steady profusion one expected of a city at night.
"What the sh-"
The profanity slipped out like a cockroach in the lobby of a fancy hotel.
To be fair to the metaphor, this hotel was falling at a height more expected of clouds than people. Unfortunately for this particular hotel, there were children present.
"Mother?" a voice asked sleepily.
"Big Sister," another voice corrected automatically, before yawning hugely. Something shuffled in her dantian and she felt qi pulse with sleepy excitement, quickly growing more awake.
"Look: Big Sis is flying really high!"
"Ah? Hey, lemme see!"
Ling Qi had the odd feeling that her little brothers were crawling over each other to peer through her eyes and fought to stifle a chuckle. With a bit of qi, her gown billowed outwards, wings unfolding darkly. And just in time: her qi sense might not have been the best, but it was hard to mistake the sudden surge of panic that battered at her senses. She looked - there!
Her little brothers were duly unimpressed with what they saw.
"It's the ugly river eel."
"Big Sis should let him fall, go splat."
"Splat! Hee hee hee."
"Be nice, Zhengui," she scolded, folding her arms inwards, flying forward, swift as an arrow. It was true that from a distance the honorable Heizui, third realm River Dragon, did somewhat resemble an eel. His long scaly body undulated, trailing water as it lost altitude.
Embarrassingly, though who was more embarrassed, Ling Qi wasn't sure, the dragon was screaming and didn't notice her approach.
"AHHHHHHHHH-"
"Heizui?" said Ling Qi, words torn away by the wind as she tried to speak in an appropriate volume.
"-HHHHHH-"
Her qi lashed at the buffeting winds, stifling them with a thought. "Honorable Heizui!"
The long screams tapered off before they transformed into a vigorous coughing fit. The lights were distressingly close at this point, but, if Ling Qi were right, they still had around fifteen seconds left before either of them went, as Zhengui had so colorfully put it, 'splat'.
"Cultivator Ling," he said, trying to affect a sort of regal anger. "What is the meaning of this - this trickery?"
She shook her head. "I do not know. But before we speak of it - would you like some aid?"
He looked like he wished to say something - but then bowed his head, teeth gritted. "I would… appreciate the favor."
She swooped beneath him. Pushed up. Grunted. He was heavier than he looked. And he looked like a ten meter long dragon.
"This is going to be tricky," she informed him, both hands pressing upwards somewhere along his many coils. Strength had never been her, heh, strong suit and while speed counted for a lot in duels and in combat, when it came to slowing the a ten meter, several ton dragon, strength was the relevant metric by which the task could be judged.
"We are still falling," Heizui noted neutrally.
"Yes," said Ling Qi, grunting with exertion.
"Rather fast."
"I know."
"I thought you were stronger than this?" He sounded almost disappointed.
"Shut up," muttered Ling Qi.
The lights were really rather large now and the city below the grandest she'd ever seen, with high, vaulting buildings that strode dozens, maybe even hundreds of meters into the sky and lights steadier and more radiant than any mortal lantern she had ever seen.
That was relevant because besides Heizui who stood out like a bonfire to her senses, there was barely even a hint of qi to help anything she saw along. Only the slightest drips and drabs of qi existed as the paper-thin stuff of life, the ambient qi that anything living would have had.
Still, it wasn't half as relevant as the ground which did, it had to be admitted, have the majority vote when it came to priorities.
Mortal Ling Qi might have aimed for the water that surrounded the city, believing it to be the soft option. Outer Disciple Ling Qi would sooner gnaw her own arm off then fall into a large body of mysterious water where she couldn't sense the slightest hint of qi.
Instead, she aimed for the city. She wasn't picky: anywhere would do.
Three heartbeats before they hit, Ling Qi wrapped her wind around a throwing knife and tossed it straight down. It sliced into the ground and stood, pommel up, where it had been thrust.
Then, gale force winds blasted downwards, linked between herself and her focus, cracking concrete, knocking down poles that spat showers of electrical light and, and pushing strange metal carriages aside that made them beep and howl in distress. Some of the locals were also bowled over, but being mortal, that was only to be expected.
It slowed their descent just enough that when they landed, Ling Qi's knees had enough time to buckle and then the weight of an entire dragon landed on her back and she felt her feet punch straight into the ground, the dark, stone-like substance shattering around her. Then the dragon buckled and she hit the ground, hard enough to draw blood and stun her.
Hard enough so that the storage ring on her finger, made loose by the desperate flight downwards or her last technique, was dislodged and bounced off into the darkness.
Then the shouting started.
----
There were many things Armsmaster expected from an emergency call at what Clockblocker would colorfully refer to as 'Ass o'clock' at night.
"There's a goddamn dragon by the Docks," was par for the course.
"No, not Lung, I would have known it was Lung, it's fighting with Lung-" was a little worrisome and
"No, it's not Dragon, it's an actual fucking dragon. Like Leviathan's thinner, longer, prettier brother," was definitely new.
He put his tools down onto his workbench and put on his helmet. The heads up display winked to life, displaying relevant information in a pleasing blue light. "Please direct further commentary to Console."
"You bet your ass I'm going to-"
Armsmaster muted Assault: a speech-to-text protocol would have his words scroll across his HUD, highlighting certain keywords. He switched to a different channel. "Console, this is Armsmaster."
"Armsmaster," said Battery dryly. "I understand Ethan reached out to you already?"
"Yes," he said simply, suiting up, frowning at the use of a first name. Battery had been trained by Legend - she should have known better. Gloves, then vest, then armor, went on one after another in precisely timed motions. A press of a button had the garage door opening and his bike warming up.
"The situation has become something of a clusterfuck."
He grunted his acknowledgement, inspecting his halberd for a moment before splitting it into its component halves and swinging them onto his back where they stuck with a magnetic 'clik'.
"Lung's ramped up… significantly. Stage Two about to go Stage Three."
He revved the engine. "The new trigger's not pulling back?"
"Triggers, and no."
Armsmaster frowned as he took off, the ramp out of the garage shooting him into the street. "A mass event?"
Mass triggers were notoriously predictable and notoriously unstable. Armsmaster himself had only met two and they had always come with baggage. 'Kiss or Kill' was the cutesy academic term being thrown around these days. A 'KoK up waiting to happen,' was what the grunt-level PRT called it.
"Possible, but unlikely."
"Ratings?"
"Right, getting to that. The dragon's got Leviathan's water echo, the ability to turn the water into ice and enough strength and durability to take on and swing Stage Two Lung around like a rag doll."
He did some quick math. "Brute 7, Shaker 6?"
"Brute 6 for now. Then there's a… turtle snake that can spit fire. It's the size of a small car. Also, it can lift small cars and throw them, if not very well. Tentatively rated at Brute 4, Blaster 3."
"Turtle snake?"
"Literally a giant turtle with a snake where the tail would be."
"Huh."
"Yeah, I know. Last of the powerhouses is a girl. Looks ethnically 'Asian', but has what Ethan called 'Vampire Sparkles.' I'm not sure what it means."
"I will assume glitter is involved somewhere."
"She's fast. Not Velocity fast, but faster than Ethan and faster than me. Flies, though Ethan's pretty sure it's due to her costume, something about wings. Punches hard enough to leave cracks in concrete. She disappears, sometimes, Ethan thinks she might be teleporting. She's got some sort of… flying song sword. Also, sings really well. And all the time."
He raised a brow as he roared through a red light. Those were a lot of fairly disparate abilities to have in one package. "A tinker? Musically inclined, perhaps?"
"We can't be sure of anything right now, Armsmaster. In any case, she was fast enough to knock out Oni Lee, and appears to be their leader. Water dragon knocked Lung down at one point and she clearly interceded so as not to kill him."
He blinked. "That makes no sense."
"I know."
"Does she not know how his powers work?"
By now he was close enough to hear the effects of the fight. Lung was roaring, as was bestial voice, presumably that of the other dragon. There was a flash of light and the roaring… stopped.
Armsmaster turned a corner and slowly came to a stop.
He saw an alert on his HUD and unmuted Assault.
"Armsmaster, you seeing what I'm seeing?"
He blinked and fought the temptation to rub his eyes. "Yes. I believe I am."
It was a rave. In the middle of the street. Techno light and music blared. Revelers, crowded the street, spilling out into alleyways and storefronts. The smell of incense and sweat and sweet was incredible. And Lung, closer to ten feet tall than six, covered in armor plate, was being whirled from dancer to dancer.
"The fuck?" asked Assault.
It was a good question and one he had no answers to. Still, it was working: Lung was ramping down. What the fuck indeed.
"Prep for containment. If this works, we'll have him."
On a nearby rooftop Taylor Hebert, first-time hero out on patrol, retreated, glad that someone else had saved the children. On a different nearby rooftop, the children in question watched for a moment longer before retreating, glad that their boss had arranged for backup of that tier. Deep within the bowels of a secret underground lair, their boss had a massive headache and was contemplating the generous application of Advil or perhaps morphine to help it along.
Elsewhere around the planet, holes in reality opened up, depositing cultivators and spirit beasts at whimsical locations and elevations.
Some fell to their deaths.
Some asphyxiated deep within the earth.
Some survived.
And some woke up covered in garbage while a unfamiliar tune was played in a familiar way, looking up at an odd, goggle-clad mortal wearing dark clothes spun out of spidersilk.
"Um?" said Li Suyin as the girl in question offered her a hand. "Thanks?"
The girl spoke.
"I'm afraid I don't understand-"
The trash by her feet shuffled a bit.
Li Suyin had already grabbed the mystery girl and jumped ten feet as the pile of trash exploded upwards, a white wolf the size of a horse slavering and snarling. It was followed by one, then another, then another, frost spreading in their wake as the alleyway crystallized with ice as they made their way out and deeper into the city.
"Oh shit," said Taylor Hebert.
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==> NEXT
A/N: I'm so sorry @yrsillar. =3=;;
When Ling Qi woke up, the ground was very far away. One might even go so far as to say it was terminally far away if they could stand the pun. Blue eyes widened as her clothes flapped, the trailing hems like pennants caught in a gale, while far, far below lights twinkled in the steady profusion one expected of a city at night.
"What the sh-"
The profanity slipped out like a cockroach in the lobby of a fancy hotel.
To be fair to the metaphor, this hotel was falling at a height more expected of clouds than people. Unfortunately for this particular hotel, there were children present.
"Mother?" a voice asked sleepily.
"Big Sister," another voice corrected automatically, before yawning hugely. Something shuffled in her dantian and she felt qi pulse with sleepy excitement, quickly growing more awake.
"Look: Big Sis is flying really high!"
"Ah? Hey, lemme see!"
Ling Qi had the odd feeling that her little brothers were crawling over each other to peer through her eyes and fought to stifle a chuckle. With a bit of qi, her gown billowed outwards, wings unfolding darkly. And just in time: her qi sense might not have been the best, but it was hard to mistake the sudden surge of panic that battered at her senses. She looked - there!
Her little brothers were duly unimpressed with what they saw.
"It's the ugly river eel."
"Big Sis should let him fall, go splat."
"Splat! Hee hee hee."
"Be nice, Zhengui," she scolded, folding her arms inwards, flying forward, swift as an arrow. It was true that from a distance the honorable Heizui, third realm River Dragon, did somewhat resemble an eel. His long scaly body undulated, trailing water as it lost altitude.
Embarrassingly, though who was more embarrassed, Ling Qi wasn't sure, the dragon was screaming and didn't notice her approach.
"AHHHHHHHHH-"
"Heizui?" said Ling Qi, words torn away by the wind as she tried to speak in an appropriate volume.
"-HHHHHH-"
Her qi lashed at the buffeting winds, stifling them with a thought. "Honorable Heizui!"
The long screams tapered off before they transformed into a vigorous coughing fit. The lights were distressingly close at this point, but, if Ling Qi were right, they still had around fifteen seconds left before either of them went, as Zhengui had so colorfully put it, 'splat'.
"Cultivator Ling," he said, trying to affect a sort of regal anger. "What is the meaning of this - this trickery?"
She shook her head. "I do not know. But before we speak of it - would you like some aid?"
He looked like he wished to say something - but then bowed his head, teeth gritted. "I would… appreciate the favor."
She swooped beneath him. Pushed up. Grunted. He was heavier than he looked. And he looked like a ten meter long dragon.
"This is going to be tricky," she informed him, both hands pressing upwards somewhere along his many coils. Strength had never been her, heh, strong suit and while speed counted for a lot in duels and in combat, when it came to slowing the a ten meter, several ton dragon, strength was the relevant metric by which the task could be judged.
"We are still falling," Heizui noted neutrally.
"Yes," said Ling Qi, grunting with exertion.
"Rather fast."
"I know."
"I thought you were stronger than this?" He sounded almost disappointed.
"Shut up," muttered Ling Qi.
The lights were really rather large now and the city below the grandest she'd ever seen, with high, vaulting buildings that strode dozens, maybe even hundreds of meters into the sky and lights steadier and more radiant than any mortal lantern she had ever seen.
That was relevant because besides Heizui who stood out like a bonfire to her senses, there was barely even a hint of qi to help anything she saw along. Only the slightest drips and drabs of qi existed as the paper-thin stuff of life, the ambient qi that anything living would have had.
Still, it wasn't half as relevant as the ground which did, it had to be admitted, have the majority vote when it came to priorities.
Mortal Ling Qi might have aimed for the water that surrounded the city, believing it to be the soft option. Outer Disciple Ling Qi would sooner gnaw her own arm off then fall into a large body of mysterious water where she couldn't sense the slightest hint of qi.
Instead, she aimed for the city. She wasn't picky: anywhere would do.
Three heartbeats before they hit, Ling Qi wrapped her wind around a throwing knife and tossed it straight down. It sliced into the ground and stood, pommel up, where it had been thrust.
Then, gale force winds blasted downwards, linked between herself and her focus, cracking concrete, knocking down poles that spat showers of electrical light and, and pushing strange metal carriages aside that made them beep and howl in distress. Some of the locals were also bowled over, but being mortal, that was only to be expected.
It slowed their descent just enough that when they landed, Ling Qi's knees had enough time to buckle and then the weight of an entire dragon landed on her back and she felt her feet punch straight into the ground, the dark, stone-like substance shattering around her. Then the dragon buckled and she hit the ground, hard enough to draw blood and stun her.
Hard enough so that the storage ring on her finger, made loose by the desperate flight downwards or her last technique, was dislodged and bounced off into the darkness.
Then the shouting started.
----
There were many things Armsmaster expected from an emergency call at what Clockblocker would colorfully refer to as 'Ass o'clock' at night.
"There's a goddamn dragon by the Docks," was par for the course.
"No, not Lung, I would have known it was Lung, it's fighting with Lung-" was a little worrisome and
"No, it's not Dragon, it's an actual fucking dragon. Like Leviathan's thinner, longer, prettier brother," was definitely new.
He put his tools down onto his workbench and put on his helmet. The heads up display winked to life, displaying relevant information in a pleasing blue light. "Please direct further commentary to Console."
"You bet your ass I'm going to-"
Armsmaster muted Assault: a speech-to-text protocol would have his words scroll across his HUD, highlighting certain keywords. He switched to a different channel. "Console, this is Armsmaster."
"Armsmaster," said Battery dryly. "I understand Ethan reached out to you already?"
"Yes," he said simply, suiting up, frowning at the use of a first name. Battery had been trained by Legend - she should have known better. Gloves, then vest, then armor, went on one after another in precisely timed motions. A press of a button had the garage door opening and his bike warming up.
"The situation has become something of a clusterfuck."
He grunted his acknowledgement, inspecting his halberd for a moment before splitting it into its component halves and swinging them onto his back where they stuck with a magnetic 'clik'.
"Lung's ramped up… significantly. Stage Two about to go Stage Three."
He revved the engine. "The new trigger's not pulling back?"
"Triggers, and no."
Armsmaster frowned as he took off, the ramp out of the garage shooting him into the street. "A mass event?"
Mass triggers were notoriously predictable and notoriously unstable. Armsmaster himself had only met two and they had always come with baggage. 'Kiss or Kill' was the cutesy academic term being thrown around these days. A 'KoK up waiting to happen,' was what the grunt-level PRT called it.
"Possible, but unlikely."
"Ratings?"
"Right, getting to that. The dragon's got Leviathan's water echo, the ability to turn the water into ice and enough strength and durability to take on and swing Stage Two Lung around like a rag doll."
He did some quick math. "Brute 7, Shaker 6?"
"Brute 6 for now. Then there's a… turtle snake that can spit fire. It's the size of a small car. Also, it can lift small cars and throw them, if not very well. Tentatively rated at Brute 4, Blaster 3."
"Turtle snake?"
"Literally a giant turtle with a snake where the tail would be."
"Huh."
"Yeah, I know. Last of the powerhouses is a girl. Looks ethnically 'Asian', but has what Ethan called 'Vampire Sparkles.' I'm not sure what it means."
"I will assume glitter is involved somewhere."
"She's fast. Not Velocity fast, but faster than Ethan and faster than me. Flies, though Ethan's pretty sure it's due to her costume, something about wings. Punches hard enough to leave cracks in concrete. She disappears, sometimes, Ethan thinks she might be teleporting. She's got some sort of… flying song sword. Also, sings really well. And all the time."
He raised a brow as he roared through a red light. Those were a lot of fairly disparate abilities to have in one package. "A tinker? Musically inclined, perhaps?"
"We can't be sure of anything right now, Armsmaster. In any case, she was fast enough to knock out Oni Lee, and appears to be their leader. Water dragon knocked Lung down at one point and she clearly interceded so as not to kill him."
He blinked. "That makes no sense."
"I know."
"Does she not know how his powers work?"
By now he was close enough to hear the effects of the fight. Lung was roaring, as was bestial voice, presumably that of the other dragon. There was a flash of light and the roaring… stopped.
Armsmaster turned a corner and slowly came to a stop.
He saw an alert on his HUD and unmuted Assault.
"Armsmaster, you seeing what I'm seeing?"
He blinked and fought the temptation to rub his eyes. "Yes. I believe I am."
It was a rave. In the middle of the street. Techno light and music blared. Revelers, crowded the street, spilling out into alleyways and storefronts. The smell of incense and sweat and sweet was incredible. And Lung, closer to ten feet tall than six, covered in armor plate, was being whirled from dancer to dancer.
"The fuck?" asked Assault.
It was a good question and one he had no answers to. Still, it was working: Lung was ramping down. What the fuck indeed.
"Prep for containment. If this works, we'll have him."
On a nearby rooftop Taylor Hebert, first-time hero out on patrol, retreated, glad that someone else had saved the children. On a different nearby rooftop, the children in question watched for a moment longer before retreating, glad that their boss had arranged for backup of that tier. Deep within the bowels of a secret underground lair, their boss had a massive headache and was contemplating the generous application of Advil or perhaps morphine to help it along.
Elsewhere around the planet, holes in reality opened up, depositing cultivators and spirit beasts at whimsical locations and elevations.
Some fell to their deaths.
Some asphyxiated deep within the earth.
Some survived.
And some woke up covered in garbage while a unfamiliar tune was played in a familiar way, looking up at an odd, goggle-clad mortal wearing dark clothes spun out of spidersilk.
"Um?" said Li Suyin as the girl in question offered her a hand. "Thanks?"
The girl spoke.
"I'm afraid I don't understand-"
The trash by her feet shuffled a bit.
Li Suyin had already grabbed the mystery girl and jumped ten feet as the pile of trash exploded upwards, a white wolf the size of a horse slavering and snarling. It was followed by one, then another, then another, frost spreading in their wake as the alleyway crystallized with ice as they made their way out and deeper into the city.
"Oh shit," said Taylor Hebert.
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==> NEXT
A/N: I'm so sorry @yrsillar. =3=;;
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- The Temple of the Winds
Somehow i read that "Worm of Destiny"
- Location
- scrabbling
Someone will be tempted to make the joke that this was inevitable.
But that's not true. You could have stopped this. You had the power. And you let it happen.
But that's not true. You could have stopped this. You had the power. And you let it happen.
Lung meridians?
- Location
- Malaysia
Poor Heizu and Zhengui are going to starve to death on Earth Bet...
...unless they can eat Parahuman passengers.
...unless they can eat Parahuman passengers.
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- The United States
- Pronouns
- He/They
Other spirit beasts came through, they should have food for a little while.
Kai Merah
Hound Hearted Hedonist
- Location
- Somewhere in the corners of my imagination
*SQUEE* This is everything I never knew I wanted! I am super, duper loving this, and hope it continues! Man, Ling Qi and all the other cultivators are going to be such a headache for the Wormverse. Not to mention all the spirit beasts. Hope Suyin manages to link up with Ling Qi and hope Taylor acquires some spirit bugs!
If only Ling Qi had just let Heizui kill and eat his new rival they would have the answer to that question.
- Location
- UK
- Pronouns
- They/Them
She can control worms right? We can make and boost worms for her to form into an army. Ling Qi needs to make Skitter her sidekick...
I get that Ling Qi is new at this whole cultivation business and that the narration didn't see fit to explicitly mention it, but I'm reasonably certain one of the first lessons Elde Su gave was that the correct response to finding someone with an unusual ability is to murder them so you can cultivate them into a pill or talisman and gain their powers.
Especially with barbarians who are not even people.
That's like super basic.
We won't be matched against GG, since that is politically incorrect, what with us both being direct vassals of Cai.
We absolutely could be matched against Ji Rong or Kang Zihao as our 16->8 match, and in fact I think it is more likely than not that we will be.
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- The United States
- Pronouns
- He/They
Agreed we'll likely fight Chu Song at some point, and the 16->8 makes a good spot for it.
Her history with the Cai makes for too good a story for the elders to pass up IC or yrs to pass up meta.
Will probably be Ling Qi vs Ji Rong in the 16 to 8 part of the fights. The Sun commoner vs the Cai commoner, it ends up being a continuation of the war game and there are less slots taken by commoners so more politically preferable high nobles get a shot at the inner sect.
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- The United States
- Pronouns
- He/They
I'm not sure about that. With their hopes for Ling Qi taken away, I think the Sect is likely eyeing Ji Rong for someone who can take the Inner->Core->Elder path.
Now, that's if they think they can temper his personality into something appropriate.
Chu Song seems likely as Cai's win-and-in for the round of 16. Just seems fitting, and neither is Renxiang likely to lose.
- Location
- The United States
- Pronouns
- He/They
I guess the question is whether the Elders will be handing the top 3 ins, or if they're still going to be making good fights out of it.
While it's still CRX by a long shot, that would be a fight that Chu Song has a chance of winning.
Not a great one, or a good, or even a bad one, but a chance.
I don't know if the Elders want to take that chance, but I suppose it gives good optics.
Also, Shenhua will likely enjoy it, inasmuch as she enjoys anything.
- Location
- The Temple of the Winds
I guess it bears repeating: The point of the Tournament is to have the most powerful Outer disciples move to the Inner Sect, preferably getting ranked according to their strength in the top8.
Having strong disciples eliminating each other for drama or something does not make sense.
Having strong disciples eliminating each other for drama or something does not make sense.