At the same time, Wang Jiu controlled Chen Qingming to avoid the 17th wave of barrage and finally spoke: "Okay, the opponent's attack mode has been cracked, and we can fight back next."

"Can you finally fight back?" Chen Qingming sighed, "I'm so suffocating... Just let me see what functions does this big toy you designed have."

"Hmph, be prepared to be intoxicated by my genius wisdom. Haven't you questioned why my IQ index is 9? Now..."

Chen Qingming continued: "Now I can understand the huge difference between 3.3 and 9?"

"No, with an intelligence level of 3.3, you can understand at most 8. The upper part will exceed your limit of understanding, similar to the concept of insects living in summer that cannot understand ice..."

"Shut up and make a honest move! I'm no longer interested!"

"Okay." Wang Jiu didn't have too high expectations for a mildly mentally retarded desire to seek knowledge, and this game is not a suitable teaching place.

Next, he just needs to do his own job.

Win this game.

The next moment, with the 33 defensive towers releasing a fire wave that was ten feet high and covering the entire venue, Wang Jiu immediately seized the opportunity and released the huge equipment in Chen Qingming's storage bag.

Afterwards, Li Jinglun and Zhang Zhixi on the commentary stage, dozens of elder-level monks on the rostrum, tens of thousands of spectators in the audience around the main stadium, and hundreds of thousands of canned human meat in the square outside the Qingkong Competition... they all saw this amazing scene.
Chapter completed!