Xia Ming smiled proudly and said: "Qin Tian, I just said that this two-person battle will be counted as two games."
"You won the first game, and now I win two games at once. After tying you, I am one game ahead of you."
"Do you have any objection to this result?"
Qin Tian nodded and said solemnly: "The fourth round, let's begin."
As he said that, his eyes fell on the Mu Taoist beside Xia Jie. To be honest, the identities of these people opposite Xia Ming, Xia Jie and Xia Ben were all important.
However, in terms of strength, Qin Tian could not feel the threat they posed.
At the scene, only Mu Taoist could make him feel threatened. In other words, he was worthy of being his opponent.
Now, he is a little impatient. He hopes that Mu Daoren can appear.
Just when he was about to invite Mu Daoren to leave, the prisoner next to him, who had been keeping his head down and silent, suddenly stood up.
"Brother, what are you going to do?" Qin Tian was stunned.
He had forgotten that there was such a player in his camp.
The prisoner said coldly: "In the fourth round, I will fight."
His eyes were fixed on Xia Jie: "I want to challenge you."
"You want to challenge me?" Xia Jie frowned, with a playful smile on his face, "Have we met this friend?"
"Do you know me?"
"To be honest, when I see you, for some reason, I always feel familiar."
The prisoner did not answer, but said again word by word: "I want to challenge you."
"Do you dare?"
Xia Jie was speechless. With his status, it was really not cost-effective to deal with a beggar of unknown origin.
He cannot take action easily until the critical moment of life and death.
"This friend, pay attention to your identity!"
"You are not worthy of challenging our master!" Next to Xia Jie, Xia Ben stood up.
The prisoner hesitated for a moment, stared at Xia Ben, and whispered: "Okay."
"Since you have stood up, I will challenge you."
Xia Ben didn't expect that the prisoner would suddenly target him. He didn't want to fight because he felt that there was a mismatch in his identity.
Moreover, this prisoner looks like he has been suffering from chronic injuries and is not a threat.
Let him fight with such a dignified martial artist. Even if he wins, it will be disgraceful. He will lose face in the future.
However, this is not a child's play. It is a bet that concerns the family's big business. If you win, it will be an important contribution.
So, he looked at Xia Ming and asked for his opinion.
Xia Ming pondered for a moment and said: "Uncle Ben, since this friend is so persistent, then you will grant him his wish."
"I haven't seen your Thunderbolt Hand for a long time. He must be even more proficient now."
"I believe that everyone must be looking forward to it as much as I do."
Xia Ben nodded and looked at Qin Tian.
"Are you sure you want him to fight?"
"If you lose when the time comes, don't deny it."
Qin Tian looked at the prisoner in embarrassment.
The prisoner looked gloomy and stammered in a low voice: "Don't worry, you won't lose..."
Then, he slowly held on to the railing of the pavilion and carefully jumped onto a pillar on the lake. Not only did his movements look clumsy, but there was also the risk of losing his footing and falling into the lake at any time.
Seeing this scene, everyone on the other side of the lake burst into laughter.
This guy can't even walk well, but he still wants to go on stage to fight?
Moreover, the challenge is Xia Ben, who has been famous for many years?
It's so funny!
Zhui Feng smiled bitterly and said: "He is not pretending, nor is he doing it on purpose. It's just that he has been injured for many years and his body is really in decline."