Qin Xiao has always had a little fire in his heart. This fire has already penetrated deep into his bones. It has not dissipated with the passage of time. Instead, it has become clearer and clearer. There is as much anger as there is reluctance.
The fire is getting stronger and stronger!
Zhou Jian walked to the edge of the stage step by step and watched Qin Xiao struggling with great satisfaction: "Why bother? If you just fall like this, you will be free. Go back and continue practicing with your name of Chaoyang Shame on your back."
"Fantasy, no matter who I lose to, I will never lose to you!" Qin Xiao stubbornly clung to the edge of the stage.
"Hmph!" Zhou Jian suddenly stepped on one of Qin Xiao's hands and exerted force. Qin Xiao screamed and was about to fall off the stage. He didn't know where he got the strength and punched the edge of the stage.
Among the wooden boards, he stuck himself on it, and blood spattered, sliding down along the gaps in the wooden boards, and dripping on the ground bit by bit.
"Junior brother, come down quickly!" Ning Bufan pushed aside the crowd and rushed over, reaching out to support Qin Xiao, but then he thought that this was a competition and he couldn't take action at will, so he jumped on the spot anxiously.
"You really overestimate your capabilities!" Zhou Jian raised his foot and stepped on Qin Xiao's other hand that was hanging on the edge of the stage.
"Junior brother, it's better not to be too arrogant!" Ling Haotian walked to the edge of the stage with a cold look.
"Although I usually use this kitchen knife for cooking, I don't mind cutting people once or twice occasionally." Yun Feiyang touched the kitchen knife and looked towards the high platform.
"Your senior brothers are all angry. It's a pity that you are so useless. I am helping you out of kindness. You will be able to receive treatment after you go down." Zhou Jian did not hesitate and stepped on Qin Xiao hard.
hands.
Qin Xiao bit his lips to prevent himself from making a sound. Ning Zhiyang stood up in the stands, with murderous intent all over his body, as if he was about to pounce on the stage. The elders around him didn't look good either.
Injuries are common during competitions, and no one cares about it. However, it is too much to humiliate the opponent in this way even though he is obviously higher in cultivation than the opponent and can directly knock him off the stage. There is no deep hatred.
Fang He quickly dissuaded him and said: "Junior brother Ning, my incompetent disciple is indeed a bit too much. We are in a competition now, so we can't intervene directly. Your disciple has a low cultivation level. If we meet other disciples of yours later, you can let them
Just toss it around and keep your breath.
Feng Yuan shook his head and said: "This boy has extraordinary talents, but unfortunately he is impatient and has a slight lack of character. It is difficult for him to achieve great things!"
"You are really too much. Why do you bully others just because you have high cultivation level? Let Qin Xiao go, or I will be rude to you." Feng Qing'er walked out of the crowd, pointed at Zhou Jian and cursed angrily.
"Junior brother, let go! It's just a competition, it's no big deal if you lose!" Ling Haotian dissuaded.
"Yes, little junior brother, come down quickly."
"Qin Xiao, come down quickly. I'll go up and help you vent your anger later, senior sister." Feng Qing'er's eyes turned red when she saw Qin Xiao being beaten so badly. She had never seen such a scene before.
Lose...no...he doesn't want to lose...he doesn't want to admit defeat...
There seemed to be countless voices that had been echoing in his mind. The ridicule, disdain, and contempt all came out at once, and at the same time, the suppressed anger surged out. The dissuasion of the senior brothers not only failed to wake him up, but also made him wake up.
The fire in his heart became even stronger. No one understood his unwillingness, no one understood his anger, and no one, the feeling that had been suppressed to the extreme for a long time almost crushed him.
Dad used to say that in life, there are many things that you can give in to for many reasons, but there are some things that you can die without regrets, no regrets... Yes, he has no regrets, and he would rather have no regrets than be unwilling.
"Ah!" Qin Xiao suddenly let out a shrill roar and used all his strength to climb onto the stage. He was covered in blood and looked like a bloody man. He staggered towards Zhou Jian.
Zhou Jian was startled by Qin Xiao's call at first. He thought Qin Xiao had some back-up plan, but he saw him rushing towards him without any plan, spat, and kicked Qin Xiao to the ground. Qin Xiao
He didn't care, as if the kick wasn't on him, he just mechanically got up and continued to pounce on him. He was kicked by Zhou Jian again, and he continued to get up and pounce on him again.
"You're such a good piece of trash!" After hitting Qin Xiao again, Zhou Jian stepped on his chest and humiliated him: "Since you don't want to go down, why not just admit defeat? As long as you admit defeat, I will step down."
Everyone's expressions changed as soon as these words came out. Since the beginning of the Qianyuan Martial Arts Conference, no disciple has ever admitted defeat on the stage. If Qin Xiao really spoke today, he would probably be unable to hold his head up for the rest of his life.
"Don't even think about it!" A hoarse voice came out of Qin Xiao's throat, and his eyes began to become dazed. He couldn't faint. If he fainted, he would lose. Qin Xiao bit the tip of his tongue and grabbed Zhou Jian's leg. Zhou Jian
Frowning and taking a few steps back, he saw Qin Xiao getting up and rushing towards him again. His heart was filled with anger. He was just a waste. Why didn't he want to admit defeat? He slowly raised his right hand and made it into a fist. A faint light wrapped around the fist, and the air
Violent spiritual power emerged from within, and he punched Qin Xiao in the chest with a sharp sound that cut through the airflow.
Based on Qin Xiao's current situation, if this fist really hits Qin Xiao, it will definitely kill Qin Xiao. Ning Zhiyang's figure will fly down from the stands in a flash, and he will take action to stop it.
Qin Xiao stared blankly as the fist got closer and closer to him, his vision getting darker and darker. Seeing that the fist was about to hit his chest, a strange scene suddenly appeared on the stage. Qin Xiao suddenly moved.
He slowly stretched out his hands and drew an arc in the air. With a slow and weak speed, he softly raised his right hand and struck Zhou Jian's fist. The seemingly random strike actually knocked away Zhou Jian's fierce fist.
The punch was resolved, and his left hand lightly slapped Zhou Jian's chest. Zhou Jian did not avoid it at such a slow speed.
Just when everyone thought that this palm had no effect at all, Zhou Jian flew out and spat out a mouthful of blood. Qin Xiao did not see any movement. He suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Jianyan, with the two index fingers of his right hand together, and
Zhou Jianyan poked him several times, fast and hard. With each poke, a blood hole burst out in Zhou Jian's body. Then Qin Xiao came out with both hands and pinched Zhou Jian's shoulders hard. Everyone only heard a crackling sound.
There was a sound of bones being dislocated, and then Qin Xiao jumped into the air and kicked Zhou Jian off the stage.
So many moves seemed very slow, but in fact they only happened in a split second. After Qin Xiao kicked Zhou Jian off the stage, Ning Zhiyang rushed to the stage. This scene left him stunned on the spot.
Qin Xiao raised his head and laughed loudly, then suddenly leaned back and fell to the ground.
Everyone around was dumbfounded. What happened just now? Was it a miracle?