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"Believe me, I can defeat him … Definitely! I will definitely let him die … Third brother, let me win! "
Zuo Po Jun's expression became complicated, he frowned, "What do you have to rely on to defeat him?"
"Don't ask me how I will win … I will definitely win! Believe me, I will win! I, Murong Qiu Shui, have never failed before in my life, only that King … … He defeated me on this stage and humiliated me with his words. I must return this humiliation to him on this stage, otherwise, I won't be able to calm my heart for a long time … Third brother, all these years, I've never begged you for anything, but this time … Let me win... Believe me, I really do have a way to make the king die, but this method, I cannot use on you to prove to you … Please trust me. "
The audience suddenly burst into an uproar.
This was an astonishing and frightening battle. They saw the terror of that energy spear, and also saw the steel-like body and will of that tall man with a shield in his hand. However, victory and defeat were already decided. At the moment when victory was about to be decided, the person who controlled the match suddenly jumped off the stage … …
They could not understand!
"... Tian Xie, you're completely right. " Su Fei Fei said. On the stage, Murong Qiu Shui stood up, his face strangely calm.
"Because I know them too well." Ye Tian Xie said with a smile.
"The next match will be with that King, and his opponent will also be an indestructible Samsara. If nothing goes wrong, the King will definitely win, and in the next match, Autumn Water will once again face the King … Can he really win? " Su Fei Fei said with worry.
"Yes!"
Zuo Po Jun once again appeared in his seat and gave Su Fei Fei a definite answer.
"Is there something else in Qiushui that she hasn't used yet?"
"This... I don't know. " Zuo Po Jun nodded his head, "But there shouldn't be. But... "With my understanding of Fourth Bro, since he said that, he will definitely do it."
"Rest assured, I will not disappoint you, because I will never disappoint myself." Murong Qiu Shui said as he returned to his seat and put on a comfortable posture. When he was on the stage, his face was still gloomy. He left the competition arena, and the lazy, unhurried aura he exuded was still the same as before.
The next match would be between Wang Lin and Blood Wheel. He didn't want to leave yet.
"What method is this!?" Tell me you're going to die! I already let you win, what else do you have to hide? " Zuo Po Jun roared beside Murong Qiu Shui's ear.
Murong Qiu Shui quickly wiped away Zuo Po Jun's spittle, "Oh! You bloody fatty! Don't pollute my beautiful face with your disgusting liquid. "Alright, as for how I will make that king die, you will know about it tomorrow."
Zuo Po Jun: o (>