"I will never lose!"
"I have to win this competition, no matter what!"
With Terence's roar, Zhu Chengyu on the other side also struggled.
He was just like Terence, subconsciously clutching his stomach, legs tightly clenched, and his forehead full of cold sweat.
Seeing this, Li Zhen hurried over and whispered, "Chengyu, if you're feeling it, don't hold it in!"
Zhu Chengyu glared at him and said, "Are you kidding me! Just a little stomach trouble is going to make me admit defeat? Impossible!"
"If that big ape Terence isn't giving in, there's no way I'm going to give in!"
"There is no such word as 'surrender' in the dictionary of a soldier!"
Li Zhen was filled with admiration in his eyes, and said, "I admire soldiers the most!"
"You can indeed endure regular gastroenteritis and diarrhea with willpower. But I am afraid..."
"Afraid of what?"
Zhu Chengyu asked through gritted teeth, as he felt a swelling in his stomach that seemed to be heading toward a certain place.