"I can't do this. I'm withdrawing from the match!"
Qin Qi 'fought desperately,' exhausting every ounce of strength before finally defeating his opponent.
The seventy-second match began immediately!
"Didn't I say I wanted to withdraw from the match?!"
Qin Qi spat blood. He could not go on; he was about to collapse!
"Keep dreaming!"
"You've killed so many people. Now it's your turn to be killed!"
"Die!"
The others grew even more anxious. So close, just a little more, and they would be able to kill this guy!
The seventy-third match, the seventy-fourth... the eightieth match. Qin Qi was already covered in blood!
"I really can't do this. I really can't hold on anymore."
"If one more person comes up, I'll collapse."
Qin Qi looked around and spoke while sitting weakly on the ground.
"..."
This time, no one was blinded by rage. Everyone merely watched Qin Qi coldly.
"Pfft!"
Qin Qi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, then collapsed unconscious onto the ground.
"What are you pretending for?!"
"It's already been eighty matches! How many people have you killed?!"
"You monster!"
"Give up already! We'll never fight you again!"
"I'd rather die outside than fight you!"
Those watching were all sober now. No, rather, those who had not been sober were already dead.
"What a waste of my performance."
Qin Qi shook his head and climbed to his feet, his weak appearance instantly vanishing.
"But you should all know how formidable I am by now. As long as I remain here for another day, you'll face another day of danger."
"I'll give you a suggestion now. Pick out a few unlucky bastards."
"Then have them fight me. Once I've fought one hundred matches, I'll enter the Hell Road."
"If I succeed, I'll leave Slaughter City. If I fail,