After receiving the guarantee of a fair fight between the clone, everyone looked at each other and wanted to crush this guy with thunderous means.

Crack...

Another beating was made, and the illusion did not appear, and the eight outsiders fell to the ground.

He lies on the ground with a humming look in disbelief.

I endured the pain and carefully recalled the process just now, confirming that this person had never cheated.

In this way, even if the eight of them join forces, they can't handle the eighth-level war emperor. It's not that the other party is despicable, but that they are not strong enough.

Thinking of this, the eight people who fell to the ground were simply hopeless, and their faces were as if dead and depressed.

"Don't be discouraged, you are pretty good. If you add ten or eight more, I'm afraid I won't win..." The clone praised the other party seriously without any pretentiousness.

puff……

An outsider who fell to the ground couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Is this guy praising people or harming people? What does it mean to be good at strength? Have we all lie down after seeing him?

"You said, should I kill you, or not?" The clone bent down, frowned, and asked modestly.

I only talked about winning or losing before, but I didn’t have any regulations on life or death, and my clones were very entangled.

"Don't kill!"

"Don't kill!"

These eight people want to curse but dare not. It is easy to kill themselves with this guy's means.

It is obviously even more shameful to pretend to be a good person to consult with him.
Chapter completed!