Seeing that the other party was about to vomit, the secret gentleman on the side mocked him directly:

“Hey, if you can’t help it, just spit it out. Why swallow it?!

Your strength is just this much, you won’t be able to hold on for much longer.

You dare to challenge me like this? You really don't know your place."

Mi Junzi was very excited. The performance of Brother Wuying made him quite confident that he could win this game.

In previous competitions, he knew that his performance was similar to that of his opponent.

However, I didn't expect that I would have a great chance of winning by starting the competition without any preparation today.

It seems that the theory I saw in the magazine yesterday was correct!

Chewing food thoroughly and mixing it with saliva will help digestion and allow you to eat more food than usual.

Compared to Brother Wuying who just chewed a few bites and swallowed them, he tried his best to chew the meat filling into pieces before swallowing each bite of dumplings.

He took a few deep breaths again, inflating his abdomen.

Feeling a little relieved in my stomach, I continued to eat another big dumpling.

Mi Junzi said vaguely while eating:

“The dumpling I just put down was the 69th one, but I don’t feel like throwing up!

You can eat another 5.

But... can you eat 5 more?

Not to mention 5, even 3!

Are you afraid you can’t eat anymore?!

Brother Wuying, you're doomed! Stop wasting everyone's time, admit defeat and transfer the 200,000 to me!

Mi Junzi looked relaxed, as if he was not pretending. When he swallowed the meat filling, he did not rub his stomach or pat his chest, and there was no sign of vomiting.

And Brother Wuying's performance just now has obviously reached its limit.

If you eat a few more, something bad will definitely happen.

“No way, you’re definitely faking it.

You definitely can’t eat five more.”

The dumplings in Brother Wuying's mouth were hard to swallow, but it was not because they were bad. On the contrary, they were extremely delicious.

But he felt that the food had filled his esophagus, and no matter how he moved his throat, the food residue in his mouth would not roll down.

Mi Junzi took another dumpling into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and swallowed it.

"Hey, this is the 71st big dumpling I've swallowed!

The one you're talking about is the 69th one, right?

Don't hesitate, if you can't eat it, just spit it out and admit defeat."

I saw bloodshot in Brother Wuying's eyes. He couldn't understand why, when Mi Junzi's upper limit of strength had increased so much, he still lost despite being well prepared!

But, more than 50,000 viewers in the live broadcast room were watching.

If I admit defeat, the opponent's fans will definitely use this as a tool to suppress me in the future.

And his own live broadcast traffic will definitely be greatly reduced.

"Bullshit, how could I not be able to swallow it? Can't I just chew it a few more times?"

Many people at the scene shook their heads and sighed. They all knew that Brother Wuying was holding on, but he was just trying to save face and refused to admit it.

I found an excuse, but I still had to swallow the food in my mouth.

Brother Wuying enlarged his lower jaw and used the tip of his tongue to push the food in.

Miraculously, the food residue in the esophagus moved down a little.

But, it’s because of this short paragraph.

Something happened!

I saw Brother Wuying making a few "uh, uh, uh" sounds, as if he couldn't burp.

Suddenly, he couldn't catch his breath and collapsed to the ground, holding his stomach.

At this moment, he was like a dying man with his throat strangled, and his face turned from red to purple.

"Oh my god, someone's going to die, hurry up and save them!"

“How to save him, do you dare to touch him?

If you touch him and he dies, you will be in big trouble. You will lose a lot of money."

"Hurry up and dig his throat! Just make him spit it out."

"Bullshit! Look at how tightly I'm gritting my teeth. How could I possibly reach his throat?"

Suddenly, someone pushed through the crowd and the man immediately came to Brother Wuying.

He used his fingertips to lightly feel Brother Wuying's abdomen, then supported him and even wanted to hug him.

When everyone saw this, they exclaimed in surprise.

"What are you doing!? Don't touch him!

If he dies, you will have to pay for it."

"Yes! Young man, you are still young, don't be impulsive!"

"Young people are full of energy and don't want to think about anything. You can't help a man lying on the ground, and you can't touch a dying person!"

But this man had no time to respond. He just stood behind Wuying, with his arms around his waist, his left hand clenched into a fist, and his right hand grasped his left hand from the front, with the left fist's knuckles placed above his belly button.

Then, the young man suddenly hit Brother Wuying hard on the back of his waist.

Immediately afterwards, there was a second impact.

"What the hell, what are you doing? Aren't you afraid of killing him?"

"I see. This is the Heimlich maneuver, which can help someone induce vomiting."

"Look, Brother Wufei vomited. Damn, that's disgusting."

I saw Brother Wuying lying on the ground, spitting out a large amount of residue uncontrollably from his mouth.

Seeing this, the people at the scene covered their noses and walked away, all of them disgusted and dared not look at the pile of debris.

But then, Brother Wuying covered his stomach and began to wail on the ground:

“Ouch~… It feels so bad, my stomach feels so bad, and it feels so full.

Please help me induce vomiting, I can’t vomit anymore.”

Han Chun sighed and shook his head, refusing, "No, I can't help you.

I just used the Heimlich maneuver to induce vomiting because there was too much food stuck in your esophagus.

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