"Stop talking nonsense, come at me if you have the guts."

Lu Chen stretched out one hand and made a provocative gesture.

"Boy! Are you looking for death!"

Bill Wolf was instantly enraged.

Just when he was about to make a move, he suddenly realized something and stopped immediately.

He glanced at the referee Zhang Qizhen with fear and suppressed his anger.

Because of his impulsiveness before, he was blasted by Zhang Qizhen's thunder method and was half dead.

Although he had already gone on stage, Zhang Qizhen had not announced the start of the game.

If he made a move rashly, it would undoubtedly give the other party a chance to suppress him.

He would not be stupid enough to provoke the stinky Taoist priest again.

"What? You dare not make a move? That's all you can do." Lu Chen sneered.

"You��!" Bill Wolf bared his fangs, his chest and abdomen rose and fell violently, and blood was lingering all over his body.

He was obviously very angry.

He had made up his mind that when the game started, he must torture the other party.

"Are both players ready?"

Zhang Qizhen looked around with a blank expression.

"No problem for me." Lu Chen nodded.

"Ready!" Bill Wolf gritted his teeth and stared at Lu Chen viciously.

"Very good, the eighth game officially begins!" Zhang Qizhen said nothing more, and went down the ring directly after leaving a word.

"Boy! Now you are finally in my hands!" JrNovels.com