"I understand... Ye Wanwan probably thinks that she will definitely lose, but as a disciple of Elder Gong, it is difficult to surrender when meeting Elder Lei He's disciples. They will lose anyway, so it is better to fight one against two.

When we are really defeated, it can be said that Elder Lei He's disciples are two against one. If we tell the truth, Ye Wanwan will not only not be thrown in, but she will be proud of it!"

"That makes sense, but Ye Wanwan is originally a D-class mercenary. Even if she loses to an S-class mercenary, it is reasonable..."

While speaking, above the ring, Meng Ke glanced at Ye Wanwan with disdain: "With your strength, who gave you the courage to act so presumptuously in front of me? Seriously, none of Mr. Gong's disciples can see it.

Of...all Nie Wuyou's records were destroyed by Senior Sister Linglong, and the remaining few disciples were either beaten to death or seriously injured...ah, how pitiful."

"Yeah."

Ye Wanwan stared at Meng Ke, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and the next second, in full view of everyone, she took out the wine gourd from her waist.

Seeing Ye Wanwan's strange behavior, everyone had inexplicable expressions on their faces.

"Contestant No. 8, I need to remind you that in martial arts competitions, you are not allowed to use hidden weapons, including poison, sulfuric acid, and poisonous powder!"

Soon, the referee stood below the ring and shouted coldly at Ye Wanwan.

In the opinion of the referee, there might be some mystery in Ye Wanwan's wine gourd, if it was poisonous powder or sulfuric acid or something...

Ye Wanwan: "..." I have such a rich imagination...

Ye Wanwan ignored the referee. After taking out the wine gourd, she put the wine gourd into her mouth and drank half of the high-concentration cocktail.

"What is she doing... drinking? What do you mean?"

"Hahaha, could it be that I'm going to do drunken boxing..."

"As the saying goes, drunkenness can make people cowardly!"

At the VIP table, Lord Shura frowned when he saw Ye Wanwan pouring the wine into her mouth...

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"Wanwan, why are you drinking on the stage?!" Mr. Gong stared at Ye Wanwan and said coldly.

Ye Wanwan had asked him for a strong drink a long time ago, but he sternly refused and warned Ye Wanwan that as a mercenary, she must always keep a clear head as alcohol can make her mentally dizzy.

However, Mr. Gong never thought that Ye Wanwan's alcohol addiction would be so bad that she could even take a sip at this time!

Soon, everyone saw Ye Wanwan, her face slightly red, slowly sitting on the ring, holding her chin on her right palm, showing some evil smile from time to time.

Is this...drunk?!

"Referee, stop the game."

Suddenly, Mr. Gong looked at the referee and shouted.

"No, the rules of the martial arts competition do not state that drinking is not allowed, and there is no rule that says that drunk people cannot compete unless contestant No. 8 admits defeat." The referee shook his head.

This kind of large-scale formal competition must be strictly implemented according to the rules. Outsiders cannot force the players to surrender and admit defeat.

"Heh... clown."

Meng Tian, ​​who was surrounded by both hands, glanced at Ye Wanwan, who was sitting drunkenly on the ring, and smiled coldly.

"It's really boring."

At this moment, Meng Ke strode towards Ye Wanwan.

The referee had made it clear just now that the only way to make Ye Wanwan die on the ring was to kill her with one hit.

"Goodbye clown."
Chapter completed!