"Come on, brother, get up first." Ye Qiu helped the fallen man up while channeling a bit of Inner Strength into him to stabilize his injuries.
He truly hadn't expected that in such a competition, the Englishman would actually aim to cripple that Huaxia man's lifeline.
It was intentional.
Truly too insidious.
However, Ye Qiu couldn't really say much about these matters, since for some people, such a competition is tantamount to a battle on the battlefield.
Although Ye Qiu disdained such tactics, on the battlefield, any trick was acceptable as long as you could win.
"Thank you." The defeated man looked gratefully at Ye Qiu, but then a strong unwillingness and anger appeared in his eyes!
"Pah!"
Right then, the Englishman on stage spat in the direction of the person and mocked, "Weak, truly too weak. Didn't I tell you long ago? Weaklings are no match for me; I want to fight your strongest!"
