Su Feng looked at his opponent, whom he had once again defeated, and laughed wildly: "Hahaha, anyone else who's not convinced, come on then!"
The tall man, standing at 1.8 meters, looked arrogantly at his opponent below the stage, who was already showing signs of fear: "If you're scared, then give up. Otherwise, don't blame me if you get beaten to a pulp!"
Seeing Su Feng's powerful martial arts and arrogant demeanor, the martial artists below the stage panicked and said, "I...I give up!"
He came to participate in the competition, not to die. Every time he saw a martial artist on stage being beaten half to death by Su Feng, his heart trembled.
Especially since Su Feng came in, he has been making a lot of noise and has even earned the nickname "Storm." Any martial artist who has fought against him has never fared well.
Losing the individual competition is okay, they still have the team competition. But if they get beaten half to death by Su Feng, not only will they lose the individual competition, but they won't even be able to participate in the team competition, which will drag down the whole team.
After all, to participate in the team competition, you need 7 team members; one more or one less won't do.
Many people still hold this view.
Su Feng also wanted to use this method to provoke the martial artists. After all, although he was near the top, he was not the strongest. If he encountered the top five, no matter how skilled he was, he would not be their match.
He only needs to defeat 50 people to advance.
Now there are only a few people missing, so he absolutely cannot be eliminated at this crucial moment.
"Let's go, let's find someone else to challenge. We're no match for Su Feng."
Anyway, as long as you don't step onto the dueling platform, it doesn't count as a PK. If this one doesn't work, you can just switch to another one.
Therefore, under Su Feng's violent methods, most of the martial artists turned their attention to the other martial artists.
Of course, some martial artists do not believe in superstitions, or rather, they have more confidence in their own strength.
How many of those who are standing here are mediocre?
The reason they appear mediocre is simply because everyone present is a prodigy, or at least a prodigy in their own right.
"I'll do it!"
A man jumped onto the fighting platform, his face displeased.
"Good timing. I'm short a few men. Since you're here to die, I have no choice but to accept it. But I advise you to admit defeat. You're no match for me."
Su Feng looked the martial artist up and down a few times, then pretended to be kind and offered some advice.
"No need!" Men also have dignity and pride. Faced with Su Feng's almost humiliating words, his face turned cold, and he said coldly.
"Tsk, it's pointless to be kind and get your kindness taken for granted."
"Actually, you're the type of person I like the most. I want to know how you'll react when I step on you. That scene must be really satisfying."
Su Feng's almost perverted laughter and words made some martial artists frown uncomfortably. Although there were injuries and deaths during the competition, they were all due to accidents.
The sense of accomplishment gained through intentional harm is something most martial artists find repulsive.
The malice was far too obvious.
Longyue had originally planned to challenge another martial artist, who seemed stronger, but upon hearing Su Feng's arrogant words, she paused, then walked towards Su Feng.
There were very few women present, basically only one or two out of a hundred people, so when Longyue came down from the viewing platform, some of the martial artists focused their attention on her.
Furthermore, her physical appearance is already quite good, and her aloof demeanor is even more attractive to the opposite sex.
Everyone loves beauty, and men and women are no exception.
As for those who say they don't care about appearance, unless they are exceptionally outstanding, they are just making excuses for others.
"Little girl, you shouldn't go up there. Otherwise, you'll get beaten up and cry for your parents, which would be too embarrassing. Come with me. Although I'm not very strong, I'm still much stronger than you, a martial artist of only a few levels."
"Hahaha, little girl, I'm right. Come back. The arena is for men, it has nothing to do with you women. Come here, come home with me, and give me a big, healthy son next year."
"Little girl, hey, don't go, come sit next to me."
"..."
All the words spoken, whether openly or subtly, revealed a deep disdain for Longyue.
Longyue suddenly turned around, her powerful aura erupting from her, and coldly glanced at the person who had just spoken: "Noisy!"
Longyue's gaze was so cold, as if it contained knives, that everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.
After Longyue withdrew her gaze, some people began to murmur.
"Damn it, how could a little girl have such a terrifying gaze?"
Because Oborozuki's aura was so overwhelming, it dispelled many people's ulterior motives.
After all, while they wanted to marry a wife, they didn't want to marry a shrew.
Marry a gentle woman who comes home every day and showers her husband with care, pats his chest and back, puts his slippers by his feet, and prepares meals for him.
If you find a tigress... well, then everything would probably have to be reversed, right?
It's still more appropriate to lie in bed with my sweet and soft wife every day.
"This one's a tough one? Who is she? I don't recognize her at all," Linghu Zhi asked the person next to him, pointing at Longyue.
"I don't know, she must be a newcomer this year, she's not well-known. Is she as amazing as you say?" The person next to Linghu Zhi was taken aback when he heard Linghu Zhi's words.
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