Nangong Ye Victory

The modest decline and courtesy Nangong Ye showed won high praise from everyone present immediately.

At the sight of things happening on stage, Murong Qingyan responded with a sneer; Nangong Ye even dared to act during the competition. What a hypocrite he was.

Soon, the contest in the arena began.

Faced with such a powerful opponent, Qiuyun Qi darned not to slack off, putting his unique skill into play at the very beginning. He picked up his sword and attacked Nangong Ye with supernatural forces surrounded.

However, it was clear that Qiuyuan Qi and Nangong Ye weren't at the same level. Confronted with Qui's fierce offensive, Nangong Ye appeared to counter the attack with skill and ease.

Now that Qiuyuan Qi managed to pass the first round of the match as a member of the Qiuyuan clan, It allowed no doubt that he was of pretty high ability. Nangong Ye, who served as his opponent in the second round, would stand a much better chance of keeping on with it. However, things happened in this way, and there was no turning back.

Several rounds were fought. Seeing Nangong Ye dodge a storm of battle casually, Qiuyuan Qi felt a sense of powerlessness well up within him, and the feeling seemed to be more and more intense.

He was aware of the disparity of strength between himself and Nangong Ye, but it was impossible to retreat from the battle.

Qiuyuan Qi had no other choice but to infuse all his force into his sword. The blade was full of momentum at once. He went all out to stab Nangong Ye.

Win or lose, it all depended on this move.

Such an attack would provoke strick terror into anyone else. However, Nangong Ye showed no signs of nervousness. After moving sideways, he got out o the violent assault smoothly.

The audience burst into an uproar, a large part of whom gave Nangong Ye cheers.

The crowd was still cheering when Nangong Ye suddenly disappeared from the ring.

Before anyone responded, Nangong Ye, reappeared in front of Qiuyuan Qi with his right fist clenched, He carried a combative air and dashed towards him.

"Flying Tiger Fist!"

Nangong Ye roared loudly. Seemingly slow, his fist fell on Qiuyuan Qi's body as fast as a flash of lightning. It was too late for him to dodge. He only felt pain in his abdomen before he could react.

He flew out of the ring and fell straight to the ground.

Though falling down, Qiuyuan Qi suffered little. Just in a moment, he struggled to stand up.

Looking at Nangong Ye, who stood in the ring with a graceful appearance, Quiyuan Qi cupped one fist in the other hand before his chest to express his gratitude to Nangong Ye. "Thanks for your mercy."

The enthusiasm of the whole square was sparked instantly. The crowd burst into thunderous applause, and some ladies of noble birth even kept no reserved manner, Yelling out his name.

In the audience's sight, Nangong Ye behaved appropriately and maintained the poise of a modest and scrupulous gentleman even in the contest.

All-powerful, graceful, and modest man in white, Nangong Ye was in keeping with the aspiration of all unmarried women.

At the sight of Nangong Ye's performance, the honored guests seating themselves in the auditorium couldn't help but nod.

Even a gleam of appreciation flickered across Feng Fei's face towards Nangong Ye.