Female lead: No, it's me again??

Chapter 392 Good show

At this moment, Cang Li was no longer the innocent and adorable woman she once was. She resembled a hunter who had found her prey, every gesture exuding an air of anticipation for a good show.

Noticing the change in her emotions, Pian Zi and the other two looked over and found that Tu Yao's expression was so amused.

Oh?

seem.

There was a good show to watch.

When Feng Siyue saw Bu Feisheng, she smiled too.

I was wondering how I could run into them, but the opportunity just came along.

On the arena, despite his inner resentment, Bu Feisheng maintained a humble and polite demeanor, smiling and bowing.

“Merkes Academy, Bu Feisheng.”

But that smile looked so fake.

Is the Pilgrimage Academy related to the Pilgrimage Sect?

The smile in Feng Siyue's eyes didn't reach her eyes. "We're all acquaintances, why be so polite?"

Bu Feisheng didn't speak, but his gaze towards her became more sinister.

Until, "The game begins!"

Feng Siyue had no interest in fighting him, so she teleported in front of him with overwhelming speed, grabbing his chin with one hand.

"You have no chance."

As she spoke, she used one hand to easily dislocate the other person's jaw.

A sharp pain struck, and as the boy cried out in pain, he instinctively threw a punch, only to have Feng Siyue, who had circled behind him, slam her right fist into his spine!

Bu Feisheng sensed the danger and instinctively used his spiritual power to protect himself, but he still heard a clear sound of bone cracking, causing him to lose control of his body for a moment and fall to his knees in a sorry state!

what! ! ! !

The boy's face turned deathly pale instantly!

He fell to the ground and screamed silently!

Feng Siyue didn't rush to kick him down. Instead, before he could react, she raised her foot and stomped hard on his ankle and wrist!

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

pain!

it hurts!

Bu Feisheng tilted his head back, revealing his neck, which was bright red and covered with blue veins.

Feng Siyue simply watched the other person's face contort in pain without saying a word.

A moment later, a faint red light suddenly appeared on the boy's neck, so faint that it almost blended into his skin.

what is this?

A hint of doubt flashed through Feng Siyue's mind.

Her actions sent chills down the spines of the spectators!

So cruel!

At the same time, they also discerned a different meaning.

"Huh? What do you mean? Weren't the previous matches at Pilgrimage Academy quite decisive and efficient?"

"Why did it start here..."

What to say?

"Have we met our match, and therefore need to take this seriously?"

The person next to him immediately objected, "Seriously beating someone up?"

There was silence in the air.

Someone spoke up, "So, they have a grudge?"

other people:"......"

Bu Feisheng, at the center of the conversation, couldn't believe it. The other person's speed was so fast that it was like a shadow! His spiritual sense couldn't even detect her location during her movements!

This has left me with no choice but to passively take hits!

how can that be!

His eyes quickly became bloodshot from the pain!

Anyone with eyes can see that this is a one-sided abuse!

Feng Siyue grabbed his collar and tossed him into the air, then flew above him.

Amidst the horrified gaze of his opponent, he took out four daggers and tossed them lightly. The daggers seemed to have eyes, piercing Bu Feisheng's shoulders and thighs!

Then he delivered a vicious kick to his abdomen, and he fell to the ground as blood gushed from his limbs!

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! !

Such pain made Bu Feisheng experience a feeling of being worse than dead at this moment!

No!

If this continues, he has no doubt that the other party will kill him!

He reached out his hand toward the supervisor, but because he couldn't speak, he instantly understood the supervisor's intention.

What a wicked idea!

Just then, Mei Fang stood up, her face grim. "Enough! How long are you going to keep fighting? You win!"

Supreme joy...

I never expected it to be you!

So, that vile woman Yan Nanfei is here too?

Feng Siyue glanced at her, bent down and pulled the dagger from the boy's left shoulder, then wiped it on his clothes.

The next second, however, his foot showed no mercy, grinding hard on his wound.

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

pain!

It really hurts!

Bu Feisheng's face was contorted in pain!

Seeing that her opponent showed no sign of holding back, Mei Fang could only turn her head and say to the supervising officer,

"Bu Feisheng admits defeat! Can we stop now?"

Zhiye glanced at her, then asked Bu Feisheng, "Bu Feisheng of Arena Number Seven, do you concede defeat?"

Upon hearing this, Mei Fang's face darkened even more. "Didn't you see his jaw was dislocated?!"

Hei Yao frowned. "Silence! Outsiders on the arena, stop shouting and yelling!"

The man repeated it again.

"Bu Feisheng, arena number seven, do you concede defeat?"

Bu Feisheng nodded repeatedly and stretched out his hand, but still couldn't speak.

"That....."

Feng Siyue spoke up 'just in time,' saying, 'This is boring. Is this the standard of the people from Merkes?'

Before the proctor could announce the result, she kicked him hard in the wound on his shoulder, sending him flying off the ring.

Supervisor: ......

Is she bold or daring?

Mei Fang's eyes instantly blazed with fire.

"you....."

unacceptable!

This is practically stomping her face on the ground!

Bitch!

Ignoring Mei Fang's angry gaze, Feng Siyue removed her mask and looked coldly at Bu Feisheng below the arena.

"Out of courtesy, I should perhaps add that I am Wushang Huan, from the Pilgrimage Sect."