From the beginning, Zhang Fan didn't want to play any tournament with these bunch of weaklings.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have made excuses from the start.
With this time, he'd rather go back and lie on the sofa playing a couple of rounds.
And what Ernes did to Che Hou really angered him.
No sense of reasoning?
Fine, I don't want to reason with you either.
The reason he endured a punch from this weakling in front of him was to wait for Ernes' words.
Within five moves? Dead deservedly?
Ha ha! Fine!
If I can't kill this weakling with one punch, I'll commit suicide!
Watching Zhang Fan raise his fist, other teams from various countries mocked relentlessly!
"Ha ha, this weakling wants a comeback?"
"Emmm, a struggle is good too, otherwise, how can we enjoy if he's killed instantly?"
"This idiot, damn it, dares to act as an assassin; if he dares kill Zhang Fan, I'll challenge him!" one person sneered.
