But even so, Meng Tong still chose to continue to show weakness to numb his opponent, waiting for an opportunity to kill him in one blow. Putting aside whether his acting was good or not, it was already rare for him to have such a scheming mind.
Walking to the ring and standing still, Meng Tong stared at Qiao Hong and sneered,"I was tricked by you in the last round, which was why you were able to fight to a draw. Today, I won't be so lucky. Even if I'm not fully recovered, killing you will be as easy as killing a chicken."
Unexpectedly, Qiao hongcai didn't take it seriously and said,""Are these your last words, newbie Meng? It sounds like he hasn't made arrangements for his funeral!"
Meng Tong choked. After a moment of shock, he gritted his teeth and snorted,"Sharp-tongued, you don't know what's good for you,"
