"This…"
Once his last teammate was finished off by Wang Yu, Chiat's goosebumps appeared and his legs started trembling uncontrollably. He couldn't even escape even if he wanted to as he fell to the ground on his butt.
In the game, dying was dying and at times, fear and death were two very different concepts.
In the face of a ruthless fella like Wang Yu, Chiat had already forgotten that he was in the game.
Wang Yu was not a person who enjoyed being ruthless. After all, Wang Yu was a martial artist, not a war soldier. He was instilled since young that as long as the opponent admitted defeat, he should always give the opponent a second chance.
There was no need to explain Chiat's current state. With his butt on the sand, Wang Yu could tell that this fella was exceedingly terrified even if he couldn't understand him.
Wang Yu did not fancy killing someone in such a state.
