The people from the Phoenix Mercenary Corps hurriedly ran up and carried Zhou Sheng away.
Honestly, they wanted to go up from the start, but seeing that the leader hadn't spoken, they didn't dare act rashly.
Seeing Zhou Sheng being carried away, Lin Beichen also knew that the other side had conceded this round.
Then, he walked up himself, looked at Ye Liebiao and said calmly, "It's the last round, let's begin."
Ending sooner meant resting sooner; that was Lin Beichen's thought at the moment.
Ye Liebiao walked onto the stage with a dark expression. If he lost this round again, he didn't plan to compete in the subsequent events and would just admit defeat. However, he couldn't believe it; Lin Beichen's shooting skills might be impressive, but could his combat skills be that strong? Especially since he didn't have an advantage in size.
"Brother Lin, if our Phoenix Mercenary Corps loses to you again this time."
"There's no need to compete further."
