"Ouyang, give up quickly."
"We're conceding this round!"
Someone shouted from the audience, and everyone tensed up.
However, Ouyang gritted his teeth stubbornly, refusing to admit defeat.
Xia Weibao, eyes red with urgency, clenched his fists tightly, "Why won't he give up!"
He's about to be beaten to death, just say the word to step down. Why take the beating?
"Because he's a soldier, and soldiers have their own pride."
Zhou Nan, sitting behind, sighed deeply.
Soldiers represent the nation.
Xia Weibao's body trembled slightly, suddenly feeling that Ouyang on the stage looked extraordinarily heroic.
Out of his hand appeared a pill, which he flicked gently, hitting Ouyang on the back.
The iron-willed man instantly fainted.
Basong's deadly punch grazed over his head, striking nothing.
Everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit; if Ouyang hadn't fallen, that punch could have killed him!
Xiong Gang quickly arranged for Ouyang to be carried off the stage.
