As a result, Sun Shaobai's true energy became even more violent, and veins and bulging veins even appeared on his body surface!
Bang!
Sun Shaobai rushed to Liu Qingying in an instant with incredible speed and punched Liu Qingying hard in the chest!
Liu Qingying's ribs broke instantly, and she screamed as she flew back seven or eight meters away, just a hair's breadth away from falling off the stage!
Under normal circumstances, there are only three rules for determining the winner of a martial arts tournament.
Article 1: The opponent voluntarily concedes defeat.
Article 2: The opponent is unable to continue fighting.
Article 3: The opponent leaves the ring.
Sun Shaobai's current goal is to knock Liu Qingying out of the ring, so that he can naturally win!
"Kid, don't get too cocky!"
Liu Qingying roared angrily, enduring the sharp pain in her chest as she lunged at Sun Shaobai.
But how could he possibly be a match for Sun Shaobai?
Sun Shaobai had already reached the ninth level of the Opening Wheel Realm, and he also burned his life force to stimulate his potential. Now he is equivalent to a martial artist at the fourth or even fifth level of the Qi Movement Realm!
All of Liu Qingying's Heavenly Wind Lion Fist attacks were blocked by Sun Shaobai; not a single strike hit him.
Liu Qingying was hit three times in a row by Sun Shaobai, causing him to vomit blood and stagger backward, unable to continue fighting.
"Do you admit defeat or not!" Sun Shaobai roared.
"I don't--"
Before Liu Qingying could finish speaking, Sun Shaobai punched her in the chest again.
This time, Liu Qingying could no longer hold on. After spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood, she collapsed onto the stage with black eyes.
Sun Shaobai wanted to make another move, but Liu Quanling appeared in front of him just in time and grabbed his wrist firmly.
“Sun Shaobai, you’ve already won,” Liu Quanling said.
Sun Shaobai finally stopped.
He was panting heavily, his body covered in blood and sweat, his hair wet and clinging to his forehead.
He slowly turned to face the audience, then raised his clenched right fist and roared, "I won!"
The audience then all started shouting.
"Sun Shaobai has won!"
"He won again!"
"Sun Shaobai surpasses his cultivation level and defeats his opponent!"
"I knew he could beat Liu Qingying!"
“Sun Shaobai is definitely a martial arts genius. As long as he doesn’t die prematurely, he will surely have a place in the Chinese martial arts world in the future!”
The cheers and shouts from the audience were the best response to Sun Shaobai.
A satisfied smile appeared on Sun Shaobai's face. Only after Liu Quanling reminded him did he finally drag his tired body down the stage step by step.
Liu Qingying was also carried away, and the arena was hastily cleaned up to prepare for the second match.
"I never expected the first match of the second round to be so brutal."
"Yes, Sun Shaobai and Liu Qingying are both very good people."
"I've watched martial arts tournaments in several cities, but the one in Zhongzhou City was the most exciting!"
"Martial arts tournaments in other cities are practically exhibition matches, all flash and no blood is ever seen."
"Exactly! What's the point of a martial arts duel if there's no blood? This isn't a children's show!"
"Haha, that makes sense!"
The audience members at the scene started commenting excitedly.
Night Wind sighed and said, "This boy is not far from death."
Jiang Lingxuan, Sun Muqing, Bai Yue, and even Xi Yao all knew who the boy Ye Feng was talking about was.
It was Sun Shaobai!
The second match of the second round has begun, followed by the third and fourth matches.
However, none of these matches were as exciting as the first one.
It wasn't until the twelfth match that the audience's passion was finally reignited.
This duel features two martial artists at the Separation and Union Realm.
Both of these martial artists at the Separation and Union Realm were women; one of them was named Li Lingyu, and the other was Zhao Jiamiao.
Li Lingyu looked dashing in a white training uniform, while Zhao Jiamiao wore a tight leather outfit that gave her a very modern look!
"Are you all ready?" Liu Quanling asked.
"I'm ready!"
"Me too."
Li Lingyu and Zhao Jiamiao answered together.
Liu Quanling then shouted "Start!" and vacated the area.
However, neither Li Lingyu nor Zhao Jiamiao immediately took action.
They both stood quietly, staring intently at each other, as if searching for a weakness in the other.
"Why haven't you started fighting yet?"
What are they doing?
"Don't waste our time, okay?"
"That's right!"
The audience members below the stage started shouting and expressing their dissatisfaction.
But at that moment, Zhao Jiamiao suddenly moved!
Zhao Jiamiao patted the sword box at her waist, and a flying sword shot out from it, leaving a bright silver light as it shot towards Li Lingyu!
"A flying sword? It's actually a flying sword?"
"Oh My God!"
"There aren't many martial artists who can use flying swords!"
"I never expected Zhao Jiamiao to be so amazing!"
Spiritual weapons are not allowed in the martial arts tournament, so Zhao Jiamiao's flying sword is not a spiritual weapon, but just an ordinary weapon made of fine steel.
However, in Zhao Jiamiao's hands, this flying sword, which was not a magical artifact, appeared very agile, seemingly no different from a real flying sword.
"You lost."
Li Lingyu suddenly spoke, a smile playing on her lips.
The next moment, countless silver needles appeared around her body, shooting towards Zhao Jiamiao in a dense, overwhelming manner.
For a moment, needles rained down on the arena!
Zhao Jiamiao's face turned very ugly, and she wanted to send the flying sword back to defend.
If that flying sword is a magical artifact, it should be in time.
But it isn't!
So, a shower of silver needles arrived in front of Zhao Jiamiao first, shooting towards her.
In that instant, Zhao Jiamiao could even see death beckoning to her!
But after a few seconds, Zhao Jiamiao did not feel any stinging pain from her body. When she opened her eyes, she found that she was still standing perfectly fine.
The ground around her was covered with silver needles, except for the area behind her body, which was empty.
"Thank you so much for your mercy, sir," Zhao Jiamiao said hurriedly, and summoned the flying sword that had been suspended in mid-air back to its original position.
"Admit defeat, you're no match for me. If I hadn't dodged you just now, you'd be riddled with holes by now," Li Yuling said calmly.
Zhao Jiamiao sighed and said, "I admit defeat."
Liu Quanling immediately shouted: "Li Yuling wins the twelfth match of the second round!"
The audience below the stage had not yet come to their senses.
After a long while, shouts of "I'm going to lie down!" finally rang out from the audience.
"Zhao Jiamiao actually lost? She lost in the blink of an eye?"
"I just thought Zhao Jiamiao was sure to win!"
"The flying sword lost to the flying needle, it's really... I don't know what to say."
"Could it be that flying needles are the nemesis of flying swords?"
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