Looking at the sad and angry eyes of the seventh-level warrior, Bei Chenming shrugged magnanimously: "Okay, for the sake of you vomiting blood, can I admit that I am despicable?"
Be tolerant as a person, why bother with losers.
Bei Chenming thought he was very graceful and asked again in a friendly manner: "Now, are you willing to admit defeat?"
The seventh-level warrior's eyes were bloodshot, and he had a sad and angry expression. He wanted to jump up and bite him to death.
"I have admitted that I am despicable, are you still not satisfied?"
Bei Chenming looked at him helplessly, with an expression of "Why do you have so many demands?", and said sincerely: "You can't push yourself too far, just accept it when it's good."
"Shut up!" The seventh-level warrior almost rolled his eyes in anger at him.
I have never seen such a shameless person!
Who is pushing the envelope? Who is it?
"I kindly advise you, why don't you appreciate it?" Bei Chenming felt very innocent.
Everyone was speechless...
This guy is so angry that he won’t pay for his life.
First, he used dirty tricks to trick his opponents, tied them into rice dumplings, and then even mocked them seriously.
Murder is heartbreaking!
Tantai Yao shuddered silently: "This person is so scary, he feels like a pervert..."
Yun Luo felt the same way and warned: "If you meet this kind of person in the future, remember to stay away and don't be betrayed by him."
"Yes, I remember." Tantai Yao nodded seriously.
The coercion and inducement on the playing field continues.
Beichenming held his chin and squatted in front of the seventh-level warrior. He showed his affection and reason to him, trying to persuade him to admit defeat.
In fact, at this stage of the competition, everyone can see that the seventh-level warrior is destined to lose.
From the moment he fell into Bei Chenming's trap, the outcome has been decided, and it doesn't matter whether he admits defeat or not.
But perhaps Beichen Ming's ability to attract hatred was so powerful that the seventh-level warrior was so angry that he vomited blood. Under the intense grief and anger, the warrior gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat, and was so angry that he couldn't speak any words.
"Despicable villain, you are insidious! You are using such tactics! If you have the ability to fight me openly, I will kill you!"
Bei Chenming smiled and was not angry at all, "Why should I fight you openly? You have already lost."
"That's not because you are despicable and cunning, otherwise how could I lose to you!"
The eyes of the seventh-level warrior are almost spitting fire.
"There is no rule in the competition that you can't use underhand tactics. Besides, soldiers are always willing to cheat. I can deceive you because of my ability."
Bei Chenming said with a smile, "You can't be jealous of me and call me despicable just because your brain is not as smart as mine..."
How can you call a game won by your own cleverness despicable?
It is clearly the radiance of wisdom!
"Bah!!!"
The seventh-level warrior used all his strength to spit at him loudly and hard.
Bei Chenming hurriedly avoided, "Pay attention to your demeanor, you are a strong person!"
"I'm so cool with you! You..." The seventh-level warrior was so angry that his head was almost smoking, and when he opened his mouth, he was about to spit out a lot of curse words.
Seeing that it was impossible for him to "voluntarily" admit defeat, Bei Chenming shrugged helplessly and reached out to knock the warrior on the back of the neck decisively.
He was still muttering: "If you don't want to admit defeat, forget it, I'll have to knock you out."
He sounded like he clearly didn’t want to do this, but was forced to do so.
Before the seventh-level warrior could curse, a mouthful of blood clogged his chest, and he was knocked unconscious unwillingly.