Everyone in the audience looked at the fallen Murong Xue in stunned silence, not knowing what expression to use to express the shock in their hearts at this moment.
"What...what happened? What happened just now? Why did Murong Xue...suddenly fall down?"
"Incredible! Murong Xue was directly defeated before the pretty boy even made a move. How on earth was this done?"
This scene is so incredible that it completely subverts everyone's previous concepts.
"The pretty boy wins!"
Hearing the referee's announcement, everyone took a deep breath and forced themselves to accept the facts that happened in front of them.
"I have long said that you are no match for me, neither in terms of beauty nor strength."
At this time, the beautiful boy still maintained the posture of holding the platinum jade mirror, his eyes still fell on himself in the mirror, and he never glanced at Murong Xue from the beginning to the end.
According to the competition process, the handsome man will be given some time to recover in the recovery room.
But the handsome boy waved his hand and said: "I didn't consume any energy in the battle just now, so there is no need to go to that place. If there is anyone who hasn't dueled me, let them hurry up."
Everyone was choked by the beautiful boy's words.
You don't even have to go to the recovery room. How confident is this?
Hearing the beautiful boy's words, the referee was a little embarrassed. He turned to look at the King of Nanxia. When he saw the King of Nanxia nodded, he turned back and announced the list for the next duel.
"The 30th match, Li Yifeng versus the pretty boy."
As soon as the referee's voice fell, Li Yifeng suddenly appeared on the martial arts stage.
At this time, he had taken off the wrist guards on his hands and feet, and planned to fight against the pretty boy at his peak.
"Three monsters? I have wanted to fight you for a long time." Li Yifeng put his left hand behind his back and placed his right hand flat in front of him, with his palm facing upwards, in a fighting posture.
"Give up. In terms of beauty, you can't beat me." The handsome man took a platinum jade mirror, looked at his beautiful cheeks, and deliberately showed his face to Li Yifeng.
Li Yifeng immediately looked away, not looking at the pretty boy's face. His body also sank slightly, like a slingshot that was gathering momentum, ready to launch an unexpected blow at the pretty boy at the beginning of the game.
The pretty boy showed a charming smile: "It seems that you know my tricks?"
The moment the handsome boy said the last word, Li Yifeng suddenly disappeared from the spot, appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, and punched his almost perfect face mercilessly.
At this moment, he was holding up a platinum jade mirror to check whether his hairstyle was messy.
It wasn't until Li Yifeng's punch was close to him that a highly dense gas sphere suddenly exploded outward from his body.
Bang--!
With an explosion, Li Yifeng flew backwards at twice the speed when he rushed in. He turned into a blurry shadow and flew hundreds of meters away. He slammed into the barrier wall and rippled on the surface of the barrier wall.
A burst of ripples caused the entire barrier to tremble.
The handsome man, on the other hand, still held the platinum jade mirror and carefully checked his hairstyle, as if nothing had happened just now.
When Li Yifeng fell back to the ground, he no longer responded and lay on the ground like a corpse.
Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but take a breath again.
"Does even a strong man like Li Yifeng only use one move? The three monsters are simply too strong!"
"It seems that even the six geniuses can't survive three moves at the hands of the pretty boy!"
Hearing the current discussion among the people, Shangguan Zihuaqing couldn't help but clenched his fists and secretly vowed in his heart that he must survive three moves when he goes on stage, otherwise he will be called the Six Great Geniuses in vain.
After Li Yifeng was removed from the stage, the handsome boy still refused to leave the stage and went to the recovery room to recuperate, insisting on starting the next showdown immediately.
The King of Nanxia also directly approved it, so the next game started soon.
"The thirty-first chapter, Shangguan Zihua versus the pretty boy."
As soon as the competition started, Shangguanzi Hua drew the eight-meter-tall tauren directly on the martial spirit.
The tauren roared and rushed towards the pretty boy with overwhelming force.
However.
The handsome boy just waved the folding fan in his hand casually.
A rotating storm suddenly formed on the martial platform, and continued to gather in the middle, sucking the tauren into it in the blink of an eye.
Although the scale of this tornado is not large, it is composed of countless high-density air blades, and its power is far beyond what natural tornadoes can compare with.
After the tauren was caught in the tornado, it was torn to pieces in the blink of an eye and turned into ink-colored gas drifting with the wind.
The originally cyan tornado directly turned into an ink-colored tornado after tearing and smashing the minotaur.
The black tornado was like a roaring giant beast, sweeping towards Shangguan Zihua with great momentum, cutting even the floor into pieces wherever it passed.
Shangguanzi had already painted the eagle. He jumped onto the back of the eagle and was carried up into the sky by the eagle.
But who would have expected that the ink-colored tornado suddenly became taller, like a giant mouth swallowing the sky, directly swallowing Shangguan Zihua, including the man and the eagle.
Perhaps suddenly realizing that his opponent was too weak, the handsome boy hurriedly stopped his hand and immediately let the swirling storm dissipate.
The blood-soaked Shangguanzi Hua fell from mid-air to the martial arts platform and immediately became unresponsive.
Just now, he had secretly made up his mind to defeat the pretty boy with more than three moves, but now he was defeated by the pretty boy with just one move.
"If I hadn't been merciful, you would be dead now." The handsome man kept staring at himself in the platinum jade mirror, not even bothering to look at Shangguanzi's paintings.
And everyone in the audience exclaimed again.
"One move, one move! With just a casual wave, he defeated one of the six geniuses in an instant. What kind of terrifying strength is this?!"
"Are these the three legendary monsters? Strong! Too strong! It's terrifyingly strong!"
"Flower Boy is already so strong. How strong will Prince Nangong, the leader of the three monsters, be?"
For a time, everyone was full of unlimited expectations for Prince Nangong's strength.
After defeating Shangguan Zihua in one move, the flower boy still didn't rest and immediately started the next duel.
In the thirty-second game, Nangong Luo fights against the beautiful boy.
As soon as the game started, Nangong Luo directly used the power of his martial soul to create high-density sand balls and activated the absolute defense mode.
The handsome man casually waved the folding fan in his hand, forming a dragon storm composed of countless high-pressure air blades, which directly swallowed the entire maracas.
When the tornado disappeared, the high-density sand ball had become devastated, and its surface was filled with criss-crossing cuts.
But in just a blink of an eye, these incisions were filled with new sand. This high-density sand ball quickly returned to its original appearance.
Immediately afterwards, a huge wave of eight-meter-high sand waterfall swept over the beautiful young man...