Constantine sighed. "Ye Meng, the narrow mountain path is fraught with danger. Only by staying united can we maximize our gains. If infighting breaks out over Demon Beasts, then when we encounter a truly powerful one, we may not even get the chance to run—we could be wiped out entirely. This method of distribution was developed over countless millennia and paid for with endless blood. It may seem simple, but it is actually the fairest method. I've decided that we'll continue with the previous distribution method. Anyone may volunteer to engage a Demon Beast. The civilization that defeats it receives half the proceeds, while the rest is divided among the other civilizations. If you're capable, you may fight continuously. But remember, this is the Taotie Domain. Stamina and mana expenditure could very well be what keeps you here forever!"
Ye Meng curled his lip. "Fine. Who asked you to be My Emperor's future father-in-law? We might not give anyone else face, but we have to give you some. So then, we're applying to deal with this Iron-Spined Star Crocodile. Anyone competing with us?" Though half the gains would be divided away, the bloodthirsty cells within Ye Meng's body were already churning relentlessly. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed a proper battle. During the deathmatch, in order to secure Constantine's victory, he and Ye Lei—who usually loved brutal, hard-fought battles—had been reduced to guerrilla fighters. Now that a rare opponent stood before them, how could they possibly let it go?
Jack the Ripper spread his hands. "I've long been curious about the Zerg's true combat power. You're so arrogant, so I assume your strength isn't lacking either. We agree to let the Zerg make the move!"
Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be