This Time, They Both Died, Six Thousand Words

Since there was still some time before that giant eyeball fully awakened, Qian Chaoguang was happy to watch the clown show for a bit.

Pity showed in his eyes, as if he were looking at a stray dog that had lost its home.

"Still, I'm a kindhearted person. I can't stand seeing someone groveling in front of me like a dog, wagging his tail and begging for mercy, so I'll grant you the right to gamble with me. Go on. What do you want to bet?"

Those two sentences from Qian Chaoguang nearly made Zhongli Wu die of rage on the spot.

Damn it, he was pointing at my nose and cursing me!

Once the Evil Emperor comes out, I'll see how you die!

Although he was about to explode with fury inside, on the surface Zhongli Wu could only force himself to act calm. "Do you dare take my full-power strike? As long as you withstand it, I'm willing to die without complaint. If you can't, let me leave, and you may not pursue me for at least one day. Do you dare?"

"That's it?" Qian Chaoguang sneered. "I won't activate my Martial Soul, I won't defend, and I'll stand right in front of you and let you hit me, using only one finger. As long as you can scrape even a single cut into the clothes I'm wearing, I'll count it as your win."

Fuck, you're humiliating me!

Zhongli Wu very much wanted to say that.

But the Evil Emperor had not fully awakened yet, so he could only swallow his anger and agree, inwardly thinking that Qian Chaoguang truly was arrogant to the extreme.

No matter what, I'm still a Limit Douluo!

We're both at the Limit level, and you're letting me hit you without defending or