Long Xia's eyes were wide and round, her mouth agape, and it took her a long time to recover.
She had thought Fang Hong would at most last a few Moves, but she never expected this outcome, which completely exceeded her expectations.
"He's truly a treacherous scoundrel, only capable of such underhanded tricks."
Long Qiu stood to the side, letting out a soft snort, but envy was hidden in her eyes.
No matter what method was used, a win was a win. To be able to knock Long Gao, a Nascent Soul Peak cultivator, off the stage, this skill and cunning were not something just anyone possessed.
Fang Hong stood steadily on the arena, his gaze sweeping over the audience below.
Many ordinary cultivators around, seeing that Fang Hong was only at the Late Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, could not suppress the restlessness in their hearts, their eyes filled with eagerness to try.
