Countdown: 5... 4... 1
As the countdown ended, in order to show that they were not hostile, the opposing team took off all their equipment and dashed towards Meng Jingtian and the others.
Zhao Lin and the others looked at each other. What was a gap? This was a gap!
The team that had just defeated them had only seen Meng Jingtian's appearance and had lost the will to resist!
"Meng Shen, how many goals do you have in mind for this competition?"
"Are you confident? I heard that there's a pervert from Korea who has 150,000 points in the region. The number one player in our region only has 30,000 points!"
"Also! There's also that European server's Troth. I heard that he's extremely arrogant. He seems to have a slogan that says he wants to defeat Meng Shen and Flatten China."
"Right, right, right! Speaking of that Troth, I get angry. Doesn't he have a gang called the radiant church? They say that Meng God is a heretic and wants to destroy you!"
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