"Chu Wenxi, how is it?"
"Cough... Cough..." After a burst of rapid and dull cough, Chu Wenxi coughed up four mouthfuls of blood. Then he lay on his back and gasped for breath, and the evil light in his eyes faded away. "Zhang Jun..." After a long time, Chu Wenxi said slowly, "You... win. You're very strong, beyond my expectation. Cough... Cough... You're really qualified to make me... surrender. You're right. Whether it's personal strength or the military strength of our soldiers, they all far exceed me. I admit this."
Chu Wenxi stared blankly at the elegant Zhang Jun in the sky and muttered, "Actually, in this Death Contest, I am a supporting role. Not only me, but also the final winner. Everyone else is a supporting role. It's just that some people are destined to be supporting others
