Even Zhang Jicheng couldn't bear to watch, let alone the audience at the scene.
Whether the rules proposed by Zhang Jicheng favored his disciple or not, both parties had agreed beforehand and there was no reason to go back on it.
Seeing his disciple about to lose, Qi Maocai suddenly began to challenge the rules, which was nothing short of being a sore loser.
"Anyway, there's a problem with your rule, and if you don't revise it, we won't compete."
Qi Maocai had the attitude of a death fish that no longer feared boiling water, determined to be shameless to the end.
"Then how would you like to revise it?" Zhang Jicheng asked angrily, struggling to suppress his inner fury.
"It's simple, the victory should be based on whose selection is of higher value. By that rule, the second round should only be considered a draw," Qi Maocai shamelessly proposed his modification.
