This Round, They Both Died

Since there was still some time before that giant eyeball fully awakened, Qian Chaoguang was happy to watch the clown perform.

His eyes held a look of pity, as though he were watching a stray dog.

"Still, I'm a kind man. I can't stand seeing someone groveling and wagging their tail like a dog in front of me. I'll grant you the right to gamble with me. Go on, what do you want to bet?"

Those two sentences nearly pissed Zhong Liwu to death.

Fuck, he was pointing at my nose and cursing me!

Just wait until the Evil Emperor comes out. Let's see how you die then!

Though he was nearly exploding with rage inside, Zhong Liwu could only force himself to remain calm on the surface. "Do you dare take one attack from me at full strength? If you take it, I'll willingly accept death. If you fail to take it, let me leave. At the very least, you may not pursue me for one day. Do you dare?"

"That's it?" Qian Chaoguang sneered. "I won't activate my Martial Soul, I won't defend myself, and I'll just stand here and let you hit me. I'll only use one finger. As long as you can so much as scrape a hole in these clothes, you win."

Fuck, you're humiliating me!

Zhong Liwu desperately wanted to say that.

But the Evil Emperor had not fully awakened yet, so he could only swallow his anger and agree, secretly thinking that Qian Chaoguang was truly arrogant beyond measure.

I'm a Limit Douluo, damn it!

We're both at the Limit Douluo level, and you want me to hit you while you don't defend yourself or activate your Martial Soul?

Even scraping your clothes counts as winning?

Do you think you're a soul beast?