"Commander, why don't we just admit defeat?" Seeing Wang Dadong covered in wounds, tears welled up in the eyes of the Female Soldier King.
At this moment, she cared nothing for the face of Huaxia Country, only hoping Wang Dadong could come out unscathed.
Hao Wentao sighed and said, "It's too late to admit defeat. You forgot what Wang Dadong said, if he loses, he'll commit seppuku on the spot. Do you think the Dongyin people will give him a chance to concede?"
At this time, Hao Wentao was also feeling apprehensive. Wang Dadong's state looked dire, very likely to be killed directly by Cui Ye Zheng.
"Kid, I have to admit, among all the skilled fighters I've met over the years, you are the most tenacious, surviving over a thousand of my moves with only injuries and no death. Indeed, you have a reason to be proud, but do you think I'm really just a Samurai?" Cui Ye Zheng lowered his voice, speaking in a way only Wang Dadong could hear.
