Chapter 83 The First World War is amazing, the Second World War is shocking
boom!
Ning Qingyan didn't give Zhao Xingyao a chance to react. In desperation, Zhao Xingyao could only cross his arms and make a defensive posture in front of him.
And Ning Qingyan's kick from the air hit the point where his arms were connected.
A huge force hit Zhao Xingyao's arm hard. In an instant, he felt the pain of having the bones of his arm shattered by the huge force.
At that moment, his hands were so painful that he lost consciousness.
In fact, the pain spread from the arm to the whole body.
The power of this kick was not only that, Zhao Xingyao was kicked backwards, and the strong thrust made him shout involuntarily: "Ah——!"
He was kicked to the edge of the ring, leaving deep marks on the ground.
If his Yuan Power hadn't exploded in time to stop the thrust, I'm afraid he would still have been kicked off the stage at this moment.
After finally regaining his balance, Zhao Xingyao groaned, and a faint trace of blood spilled from the corners of his pursed lips.
He raised his eyes in shock and looked at Ning Qingyan, who had an indifferent expression.
How can it be!!!
How could Ning Qingyan have such great power?
What she just said was not a bluff at all!
Zhao Xingyao was kicked so hard that his blood surged. Only he knew that his arms could no longer exert any strength at this moment.
He mainly focuses on boxing, but now his hands are "wasted". Even if he is still standing in the ring at this moment, he has no power to fight back.
Frustrated!
Zhao Xingyao felt aggrieved for the first time, and he felt it from Ning Qingyan.
Under the ring, the onlookers were also in extreme shock.
During the battle between Ning Qingyan and Xiao Ruyi yesterday, they were just surprised as to why Ning Qingyan had no Yuan Power but could easily deal with Xiao Ruyi, a fourth-level martial artist.
But today, Ning Qingyan shocked them even more!
Because Zhao Xingyao majors in boxing, and people who practice boxing are always stronger than ordinary people.
However, Ning Qingyan severely crushed Zhao Xingyao in terms of strength.
This is simply using what Zhao Xingyao is best at, pressing him to the ground and rubbing him.
"Oh my god! How powerful is Ning Qingyan?"
"Prince Zhou was beaten so hard by her that he was unable to fight back!"
"This power is too terrifying..."
"..."
"...How could..." In the stands, Zhao Xingyue saw Zhao Xingyao being forced back to the edge of the ring by Ning Qingyan's kick. His face turned pale and his tone was full of disbelief.
And in this disbelief, there is also a hint of jealousy.
Ning Qingyan's understatement in the ring seemed to remind her of how she was slapped in the face by Ning Qingyan in swordsmanship.
"Okay, that's awesome!"
"She's really amazing!"
The princes who came together were also shocked.
The third prince, who had been lent his sword by Ning Qingyan, clenched his sword and murmured: "I heard that yesterday, she showed exquisite fighting skills in the ring, but today she showed a terrifying physical body.
Strength." There was also the exquisite swordsmanship displayed by Ning Qingyan before.
Considering the presence of the seventh princess, the third prince did not say the last words.
"Physical strength?" The second prince heard this sentence in shock and subconsciously asked.
The third prince nodded heavily, his eyes bursting with brilliance. "That's right! She has no Yuan Power, but she can withstand fifth-level martial arts. What is this if not physical strength?"
Zhao Xingyue heard her brothers discussing Ning Qingyan, and her face was extremely ugly. She was about to say something sarcastic, but suddenly she heard the prince Zhao Xingke sigh: "No matter what, Ning Qingyan... No, our little emperor
Auntie was amazing in the first battle and became famous in the second world war!"
Not only him, but everyone present, as long as they are not blind, can see that Zhao Xingyao will lose sooner or later.
Thinking of this, Zhao Xingke looked in the direction of King Zhou without leaving any trace.
At this time, the emperor's uncle, who was sure that his son could win, looked extremely ugly!
Look at King Ding again...
Zhao Xingke found that their uncle Yun Huang still looked indifferent, as if everything that happened today was within his expectation.
For some reason, ever since Emperor Yun's wedding, his whole person has become increasingly difficult to see through.
"Brother Prince, how can you say that!" Zhao Xingyue was unconvinced.
Zhao Xingke knew what she was thinking and smiled: "Even if I don't say it, others will think so."
"..." Zhao Xingyue.
On the ring, Zhao Xingyao felt a turmoil in his heart. After finally swallowing the smell of blood that surged into his throat, he faced Ning Qingyan's half-smiling expression.
The contempt in his eyes stimulated Zhao Xingyao.
At that moment, he forgot everything, the shame and anger of being repelled one after another, and Ning Qingyan's disdain, so he roared and rushed towards Ning Qingyan.
He released all the Yuan Power in his body, and the released Yuan Power formed a huge fist outside his body and blasted towards Ning Qingyan.
The invisible fist of Yuanli was actually shocking, and the expressions of everyone present changed.
It seemed that in the next moment, they would see Ning Qingyan being smashed by this punch, with blood and flesh spilling out.
However, Ning Qingyan's eyes were filled with teasing, and she said casually: "This time, seven points of power!"
boom--!
Ning Qingyan also punched. Compared to the giant fist formed by Zhao Xingyao's Yuan Li, her fist looked extremely small, like a giant statue and an ant.
However, when the two fists struck each other, what everyone saw was a scene they would never forget.
The giant fist condensed with Yuan Li was easily shattered by the small fist and turned into glittering powder and scattered.
The girl's fist did not stop. After shattering the fist formed by Yuan Li, the remaining power directly hit Zhao Xingyao's defenseless chest.
'puff!'
His chest felt like being hit by a giant hammer. Zhao Xingyao opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out.
This time, he failed to stop at the edge of the ring, but flew directly out of the ring and landed heavily on the ground.
The whole place was shocked, and the whole place was silent!
In the silence, the sound of Zhao Xingyao landing was particularly loud.
Zhao Xingyao fell on his back and vomited three more mouthfuls of blood, staining his clothes red.
"Yao'er——!"
King Zhou ran towards his son from the stands in shock, and everyone woke up at his shout.
...win, win?
In the stands, Zhao Yun stood up, walked slowly to the front, looked at the stunning and beautiful girl on the stage, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Ning Qingyan wins and is promoted to the 33rd seat on the Dragon Ranking——!"
"Zhao Xingyao fell back to the Tiger Leaping List——!"
The old voice sounded at the right time.
It seemed that no matter how earth-shattering the showdown was, nothing could shake his calm state of mind. He only cared about the result.
"Yaoer!" King Zhou rushed to Zhao Xingyao with his servants, helped him up and leaned on him in his arms.
"Ahem." Zhao Xingyao opened his mouth and coughed up blood.
At this time, he temporarily forgot about the pain in his body, but looked up at the girl on the ring.
The girl stood under the backlight, looking dazzling and sharp as never before.
"Zhao Xingyao, the old grudges between you and me will be wiped out from now on."
The girl's voice without any emotion sounded, and it was only then that Zhao Xingyao suddenly realized that he seemed to have lost something.
"I want to find her!" In the stands, the third prince's eyes were fixed on Ning Qingyan with determination to win.