This time, Murong Qingyan did not use profound strength, but simply used her own strength. The huge fist directly hit Murong Qingxue's nose.
Murong Qingxue didn't have the strength to dodge any longer. She was able to stand here now, and she had exhausted all her strength. She could only helplessly watch Murong's face getting closer and closer to her, and instantly, she felt a sharp pain coming from her nose.
No one would have thought that Murong's gestures would be so quick and straightforward. Especially the people who are watching the game, they have watched a lot of competitions, but they rarely see such a direct punch with their fists. Especially the two people on the ring are not weak.
Murong Qingxue slammed her nose with one hand and started with a sticky piece of liquid. She wiped it and put it in front of her eyes. There was blood in her hand. She stared blankly at the nosebleed in her hand. She didn't seem to dare Believe it is true.
"Murong Qingxue, you can't blame me for that." Murong Qingyan stepped in front of Murong Qingxue, leaned directly, and whispered in her ear, "I gave you a chance just now, since you don't If you are willing to admit defeat like this, then I will be welcome.”
Murong Qingxue's eyes widened instantly, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes. Although she didn't know what Murong Qingyan planned to do, she was sure that it would never be a good thing. She had a hunch that if she didn't admit defeat, she might be even more disgraced.
It's a pity that there are many things that can't be done arbitrarily. Sometimes, after missing an opportunity, it is not easy for people to admit defeat.
Just when Murong Qingxue was about to speak, Murong Qingyan kicked up again.
With this kick, Tang Murong Qingyan still didn't use any profound strength. She simply stepped down and kicked the unsuspecting Murong Qingxue's abdomen, knocking her to the ground in one fell swoop.
It wasn't over yet, Murong Qingyan raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and with a hook on his toes, he lifted Murong Qingxue from the ground again, made a fist with one hand, and greeted Murong Qingxue's beautiful face again.
Murong Qingxue's pink and beautiful cheeks soon swelled up, and the nose was still bleeding before, and the whole person looked extremely embarrassed, completely losing her usual elegant and gentle image.
With every move, Murong's expression was as smooth as running clouds and flowing water, and it also made those who had been on the sidelines stunned.
"Murong Qingyan, stop—" Murong Xiong who was on the stand finally couldn't help but shouted loudly.
You must know that Murong Qingxue is a member of the Murong family and represents the face of the Murong family. Now Murong's way of showing his face is like putting the face of the Murong family on the ground and trampling on the ground. He can accept it!
Hearing such a sigh, Murong sneered into a mocking sneer, but the movements of his hands did not stop at all.
"You bastard, I told you to stop, did you hear me?"
Murong Xiong's anger grew even stronger when he watched Murong Qingyan completely ignore him and still go his own way.
"Lord Patriarch, although you are the Patriarch, you shouldn't interfere in the outcome of this arena!" Murong Qingyan stepped on Murong Qingxue on the ground, and then said lightly, "This Murong Qing Xue hasn't conceded defeat, so I have no reason to stop."