Chapter 92, part 4: The Winner"Nangong Ye, I"ve said it before, I won"t lose to you."
As Murong Qingyan"s words fell, she attacked Nangong Ye once again. She bravely raised her head, forming a fist with her hand, and with a tap of her right foot, she hit off the ground, her body flying as a cannonball straight at Nangong Ye, launching her violent attacks once more.
A footprint was left at the place on the ring where she stood just a moment ago, a crack spreading from it in all directions!
Seeing this scene, all the spectators sucked in a breath of cold air!
Murong Qingyan kept punching with such an extremely fast speed that following her fist a s.p.a.ce of vacuum generated. The momentum of the oncoming attacks was fierce, her fist uninterrupted flew against Nangong Ye, leaving no gaps.
Nangong Ye didn"t think that after going through such an intense battle Murong Qingyan not only hadn"t tired herself out, her offensive had even gotten much stronger. He could only use his sword to constantly block Murong Qingyan"s punches, but her volley of fists was too swift. Soon, he became aware of the fact that he was getting more and more powerless against them.
The fist and the sword collided repeatedly, the two xuanli upon each impact exploded unceasingly with flashes of white light, huge fluctuations of the spiritual energy spread in directions.
As long as people had eyes, they could see that Nangong Ye was almost beaten down under the pressure of Murong Qingyan"s attacks.
Amongst the audience, corners Nangong Ting"s eyes tightened with anxiousness hidden in them, although he tried to suppress his feelings at the moment, his firmly clenched fists betrayed his mood.
In the ring, Murong Qingyan and Nangong Ye still went on strong with their battle.
Just then, Murong Qingyan finally found an opportunity, she coated her fist with the xuanli, directly jabbing at the opening left by Nangong Ye.
Nangong Ye also discovered this point, but it was all too late. Even if he wanted to dodge instantly, he couldn"t. He could only perceive this fierce punch flying straight at him, hitting him directly, a burst of pain racking through his body. Then, he felt as if his body was sent flying.
In the eyes of the crowd reflected the way Nangong Ye"s body flew backward, the way he directly hit the enchantment laid by Feng Fei, and landed on the ground outside the ring.
Nangong Ye crashed on the ground with a bang, he struggled to sit up, following which he suddenly threw up blood, and as if he couldn"t persist anymore, fainted right then and there. The Blood Devouring sword he had been tightly holding in his hand all this time, from his loosened grip also fell not far away from him.
Witnessing all this, a majority of people was stunned. Actually, this… in the end… Nangong Ye had actually lost… right?
At the moment, no one dared to believe their own eyes. Nangong Ye was defeated, moreover, he was defeated by Murong Qingyan. Just how was this possible? Yet, against all odds, this actually impossible development had happened right in front of their eyes.
At the stands, the audience fell into a deep silence, no one spoke. For a moment, the scene seemed peaceful and quiet, to the point of strangeness.
Looking at Nangong Ye, who had already flown out of the ring, a trace of regret flashed within Murong Qingyan"s eyes.
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Agnie’s corner:
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W-wait, what?! That’s it?!