Choice

Di Qianmo's cold voice sounded in Feng Qing's ear. "Do you think the lion or the person will win this match?"

Feng Qing asked expressionlessly, "Then tell me first, what does it take to win the beast competition?"

Di Qianmo said coldly, "Only when one side is completely dead!"

Feng Qing was not surprised at all. Instead, she looked at the Western young man in the field who was holding a baseball bat with both hands and looking like he was facing a formidable enemy. Then, she turned to look at Di Qianmo and said, "Although humans do not have sharp teeth or fur and scales, humans have smart brains and nimble limbs. Usually, a person's combat strength is limited, but when it's a matter of life and death, everyone will erupt with their potential and unleash unbelievable strength and speed."

Hearing this analysis, Di Qianmo sneered. "So?"

Feng Qing said, "That's why I bet that young man will win!"