Ying Ming Hao, Number Nine, would next face contestant Number Forty-One, who happened to be Wang Baishun.
Without coincidences, there would be no story!
This match seemed destined to be full of drama.
At that moment, Wang Baishun wore an expression uglier than someone suffering from constipation.
He always blustered fiercely, but when he actually faced Ying Ming Hao, he realized just how weak he was. Even if he mustered every ounce of strength he possessed, he probably could not withstand his opponent's assault!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
A cold smile curled at the corners of Ying Ming Hao's mouth.
"Wang Baishun, it's time we settled all the grudges between us!
"If you know what's good for you, bow down and submit to me right now. Kneel and beg for mercy, and there's still time.
"As long as you take a detour whenever you see me from now on, I can let bygones be bygones and spare you.
"That's the greatest mercy I can offer you. You'd better think it over carefully!"
Ying Ming Hao's words brought a tangled array of emotions to Wang Baishun's face, which alternated between paper-white and iron-gray.
He first glared fiercely at Ying Ming Hao, then quickly turned his gaze toward Luo Bai, Zhao Yuan, and the others watching from afar. Finally, he even glanced at his older brother, Wang Bailin, standing farther away.
At that moment, Wang Baishun's heart was a tangled skein, and he had no idea what choice to make.
He wondered to himself whether giving up without resisting would amount to admitting that he feared Ying Ming Hao.
Not only would everyone despise him, but he might also become a laughingstock over tea and after meals.
Yet if he insisted on fighting to the end, he feared his strength would fall