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(Fifth update)
"Good!"
Yang Ming agreed to Dai Mubai's request without hesitation.
Because Yang Ming had vaguely sensed that Ma Zida's treatment of Zhu Zhuqing was clearly aimed at him.
Whether he had deliberately crashed into Xiao Wu on the road or intentionally brutalized Zhu Zhuqing, it had all been deliberate, solely to provoke Yang Ming.
Since that was the case, Yang Ming naturally did Dai Mubai a favor.
"Yang Ming." Dai Mubai was deeply moved. He placed a hand on Yang Ming's shoulder, turning a thousand words into one solemn sentence. "I owe you one."
As he spoke, Dai Mubai scooped Zhu Zhuqing up in a princess carry and took her back to rest.
Yang Ming shifted his gaze to Ma Zida, whose face was covered in bristly sideburns, and said coldly,
"Well? Do you have the guts to fight me to the death?"
Unless there was a grudge that could only end in death or a conflict of interests between factions, few people would fight a deathmatch at the Suotuo Great Soul Arena.
After all, one only had one life, and most people valued it dearly.
But clearly, Ma Zida had come with some purpose in mind.
Ma Zida raised a hand like a blade and drew it across his throat in blatant provocation.
"Young man, this day next year will be your death anniversary!"
To fight a deathmatch at the Suotuo Great Soul Arena, one needed to submit an application and sign a waiver declaring that life and death were left to fate.
While waiting for the Suotuo Great Soul Arena officials to approve it, Yang Ming returned to the waiting room.
His companions gathered around him.
Xiao Wu wore a worried expression as she said,
"Brother, I just heard Zhu Zhuqing describe that fight. Ma