Next came the classic show-off-and-face-slapping scene! Come on, prepare to pay homage to the Dragon King.
On the presidium, the faint smile on Yun Ming's face froze. Xu Qingjia's move had backed him into a corner.
Agreeing would mean Shrek accepted this "charity" and pinned all its hopes on Yu Diheng in his battle armor. If he lost again, the humiliation would be doubled. Granted, Yun Ming felt certain nothing else could go wrong.
But even if they won, what of it?
Defeating an opponent only after accepting his charity?
Even with a victory, where would that leave Shrek's dignity?
But if he refused, the chance to turn the tables was right before his eyes.
Just as Yun Ming's thoughts raced, weighing the pros and cons-
"I want it!"
A hoarse roar rang out.
Someone had already made the decision for Yun Ming.
It was Yu Diheng.
His eyes, unable to conceal their madness, stared fixedly at Xu Qingjia, at the boy basking in glory before countless eyes. All of this should have been mine! I should have had a beautiful, bright future. It was this bastard-it was him! He destroyed everything I had with his own hands and turned me into a monster!
He did not care about charity. He no longer cared about anything.
He had to repay this bastard twice over for all the suffering he had endured.
The spectators were utterly astonished.
"What?!"
"Four rings against a Battle Armor Master?"
"Isn't that going a little too far?"
"And Shrek actually accepted?"
Cries of disbelief erupted everywhere. Even the referee, Zhen Hua, could not quite understand what the Holy Son was thinking. He was voluntarily giving his strongest opponent time to recover and put on battle armor? He admitted that the Holy Son's physical strength was extraordinary,