Ye Qingting stood on the back of the stone-like Big Red Fierce Ant, finally arriving beside Jiang Yuesheng, looking down at him.
Jiang Yuesheng was covered in sticky webs, his clothes in tatters, lying on the ground surrounded by the Big Red Fierce Ants, their feet stirring up swirling dust that stuck to his face. Even Ye Qingting, his competitor, had to admit it was a pitiful sight.
"Brother Jiang, need a hand?"
Jiang Yuesheng was furious, having lost two consecutive matches to the same team, a humiliation he'd remember for life.
"Ye Qingting, if you're a man, let me out and we'll fight hand-to-hand. If I lose, I'll exit without a word. What kind of skill is it to harm others with such underhanded tactics?"
Ye Qingting laughed, "Brother Jiang, whether I let you out or not, I'm still a man. The competition has no rule against using wits. If you fell for it, blame your own lack of skill, and don't act like a sore loser."
