Chapter 168 Cub, do you dare to help your father again?

  After the old man left, Kamikawa Takumi said to Fang Cheng: "If you want to take the Excalibur away, it depends on your ability."

  Fang Cheng frowned and said, "Why, you want to do two tricks with me?"

   "Exactly."

  Kamikawa Takumi smiled: "The Excalibur can only be used by heroes. If it is held in the hands of unknown soldiers, it will only insult the power of the Excalibur."

  Fang Cheng glanced at Chuan Takumi's hand on the scabbard, and replied: "You still have self-knowledge, let go."

  Kamikawa Takumi also glanced at Fang Cheng's hand on the scabbard: "I'm talking about you."

   "Then why don't you let go soon?"

   "If you tell me to let go, I will let go. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me?"

   "Aren't you a nobody? What face do you want?"

   "My face can prevent the shrine from lending you the Excalibur."

   "What kind of skill is this, you have the guts to ask the shrine to give me the sword."

   "Do you think I look like a fool?"

   "It's not like it, it is clearly."

   "If I tell you anything, you will believe it. Don't you feel more like a fool?"

   "How can you be sure that I believe it?"

   "How do you know that I am sure?"

  The two looked at each other, and said at the same time: "Your mouth is so stinky, did you eat **** for breakfast? X2"

   "..."

  The verbal greetings came to an end, and both sides felt that the other party was a difficult opponent.

Shen Chuan Takumi took the initiative to let go of his hand, not afraid of being taken away by Fang Cheng: "Come back to business, if you want to take the Excalibur, you have to defeat me, otherwise no matter how much money you give, this Excalibur will not be lent to you .”

  Fang Cheng saw that he let go of his hand, and quickly pulled it hard. As a result, the boy Qie Angang didn't move at all, as if it was fixed on the altar.

   Either it is locked, or the man in front of him is playing tricks.

  Where is this bastard, so many things.

  Fang Cheng was not intimidated either, he grinned and said, "Are you really going to fight me twice? I have a nickname called Bloody Hand Rentu, and I will die in a fight."

  Kamikawa Takumi turned around to look at him, and said with a smile, "Coincidentally, I also have a nickname, which is called killing people when fighting."

  His smile looked very kind, but at this moment, Fang Cheng clearly felt unprecedented pressure.

  His expression became serious: "You seem to be very powerful?"

  Kamikawa Takumi is very modest: "Don't dare, I'm only ranked third in Tokyo."

  The seemingly modest but insanely pretentious words came out of his mouth, but they felt very natural and correct.

  Seeing Fang Cheng's constipated expression, Kamikawa Takumi smiled slightly: "If you are afraid, go back, and when you have the courage to fight with me, come borrow the Excalibur."

"Afraid?"

  The corner of Fang Cheng's mouth twitched: "I'm sorry, the word fear has never been in my dictionary. I'm sure I'll win you."

   "Then I will wait and see."

  The eyes of the two sides met, as if an invisible flame was sparking.

  ...

"ah!"

  Kamikawa Takumi let out a scream, covering his head with his hands, as if wearing a mask of pain on his face.

   On the screen of the mobile phone in front of him, the two big characters of failure looked like bright red blood, which was very glaring.

  Fang Cheng showed a disdainful and contemptuous smile on the side: "That's it? Tokyo is third? The ranking is from the beginning, right? People are still addicted to food. Go back to bronze and practice for a few more years."

  Kagawa Takumi's eyes were red from being stimulated by Fang Cheng, he picked up his phone: "Again, I don't believe I can't beat you in a round."

   "Hey, you agreed to win two out of three rounds, and you've lost twenty rounds in a row."

   "In the last round, you are not allowed to choose Fengnan! Don't show the dog tag to mess with my mentality!"

   "Buddha, I can beat you with one hand."

  Ten minutes later, Fang Cheng easily demolished Kamikawa Takumi's base, then stood up and stretched.

  Takumi Kamikawa is like a gambler desperate to lose, and he grabbed his pants angrily: "One more round, heads-up won't prove anything. My strength is team battles. Let's start a round of custom 5V5."

  Fang Cheng looked at him speechlessly: "Hey, it's boring if you're like this, do you want me to play with you all night until tomorrow?"

  Kamikawa Takumi still persevered, and even pleaded in his tone: "In the last round, I swear I will admit defeat if I lose!"

  Fang Cheng looked up at the sky, and sat down again as it was still early.

  Seeing Kamikawa Takumi's revived appearance, Fang Cheng made a plan and started searching for the player's name—the super cute and super powerful god.

   This guy is still online, Fang Cheng directly sent a message: "Zizhong, do you dare to give your father a helping hand?"

   Then an invitation was sent, and he turned to Takumi Kamikawa and said, "Why don't we change our phones to play? It's fairer, and you have nothing to say if you lose."

  Kamikawa Takumi thinks this proposal is good. He usually kills all directions in the countermeasures department, and kills whoever is caught.

  I lost so badly today, it must be because I feel bad in the hand, maybe changing the phone can bring me back to life.

  So he nodded in agreement and exchanged mobile phones with Fang Cheng.

  The room was going to be full soon, and just when Fang Cheng thought the plan had failed, the super cute and powerful God came in all at once.

  Seeing that Kamikawa Takumi was full of ambitions and wanted to take revenge, Fang Cheng showed a smile of planning, and pressed start.

   In less than fifteen minutes, Kamikawa Takumi's base exploded, and there was no chance of fifteen shots.

  Kamikawa Takumi looked blankly at the failure screen on the phone screen with a ten-year cerebral hemorrhage.

   Not only because of the loss, but also because of the "super cute and super powerful god"'s various coquettish operations of grabbing sports cars, snatching soldiers and starting a group.

   With his own strength, he sent five super gods to the opponent, and abruptly brought down four good teammates.

  Kamikawa Takumi couldn't accept the round he hoped to come back, and lost in such a ridiculous situation.

  He looked at the phone and muttered to himself: "There's no reason, I usually kill everyone when I play with my colleagues and friends."

  Fang Cheng's voice sounded like a demon in his ears: "Then have you ever thought that your skills are so bad, and they let you do it on purpose?"

  Kamikawa Takumi couldn't help being stunned, and then felt shuddering.

   Could it be that colleagues and friends are deliberately playing losers to trick themselves? I kept laughing at them as rookies.

   It turns out that the rookie is myself?

   "No, it must be because this assistant is the ghost you sent, right?!"

  Kamikawa Takumi couldn't believe the cruel facts, and Chao Fangcheng complained sadly: "I have played games for more than ten years, and I have never encountered this kind of cerebral palsy assistance!"

  Fang Cheng took the phone back, and said with a smile, "I would like to admit defeat to the bet. The way you refuse to admit defeat is really ugly."

   Kamikawa Takumi froze for a moment, slowly covered his face with his hands, and issued a soul complaint.

   "Dog Day's assistant, I am CNM!"

  Fang Cheng ignored him, walked straight into the main hall, and reached for the boy Qie Angang who was placed on the altar.

   This time, I was able to pick up the knife easily and hold it with my hand, it was heavy.

  Fang Cheng pulled the knife out of its sheath, and when he saw the blade, he couldn't help being taken aback.

  (end of this chapter)