The next round of drawing lots is about to begin.
This time, Zheng Chong was drawn!
Zheng Chong's brows furrowed slightly; looking at Qin Qing on the stage, he suddenly had a bad feeling.
Zheng Chaohuang approached him and said beside Zheng Chong, "Don't be afraid, little brother. This Qin Qing has fought hard battles in succession; he must be greatly depleted by now."
"Mm!" Zheng Chong nodded.
That was all he could hope for now.
Because Zheng Chong's own strength wasn't that impressive, his power was not even on a par with Yu Rongfei and others, at best comparable to Liu Yuanhuai and the like.
During the first fight, Qin Qing had killed Liu Yuanhuai with just two spear thrusts. If Qin Qing were truly in his prime, then Zheng Chong wouldn't even have the courage to step onto the stage.
Now, Zheng Chong could only pin his hopes on Zheng Chaohuang's words, that Qin Qing was at the end of his rope, having lost his fighting strength.
Zheng Chong went on stage.
