Insta-Kill

Li Xianghui and Gu Yiran had already expected this.

Han Enlong and Liu Zhiqiang had already lost their combat strength.

Even if they could join the next round, they would be easily defeated.

Without a doubt, first place in the individual competition would definitely go to the Baoshan team.

This was because none of their members had been injured in battle. They had practically maintained their peak state. At this point, it was difficult for them to lose even if they wanted to.

"You made us fight a 2v3. I'm embarrassed." Liu Guangxian said with a smile.

"Tonight is on me. You can order whatever you want."

Fu Jianguo's expression was extremely ugly. This match could be said to be a great humiliation to him.

"Don't be smug. There's still a match to come. Both of your members are injured, and there's only one big white man left. He'll ensure Old Xie and the others win 1v3."

"That doesn't matter. I'm already satisfied with this."