"Haha, I am just thinking about this, so let's start." Murong Junyan was not angry at Murong Ningyue's words. The smile on his face was a little sarcastic. He withdrew the folding fan and attacked Murong Ningyue.

"Since you want to end this game so quickly, then I'm as you wish." Murong Ningyue raised the corner of her lips invisibly, with Murong Junyan, who was less than ten meters away from her in her eyes.

The closer Murong Junyan got to Murong Ningyue's face, the more proud he felt on his face. A long sword appeared in his hand, filled with spiritual power, and he raised the sword and stabbed Murong Ningyue.

Murong Ningyue, who was standing, suddenly moved less than one meter away from Murong Junyan, so fast that Murong Junyan had no time to react. The next second, Murong Junyan had been thrown into the sky.

After coming back to his senses, Murong Ningyue was still standing there, as if she had never moved, and Feng Qingyun stood there calmly.

Murong Junyan flew very high, then fell heavily to the ground. Those who stood closer seemed to hear the sound of Murong Junyan's bones breaking. Murong Junyan fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

"Mu...Murong Ningyue wins!" The referee watched Murong Junyan fly into the sky, and then his neck rotated with the trajectory of Murong Junyan's movement. Murong Junyan only reacted for a long time after landing, and stuttered and announced the result.

"Win...win..."

"It's her that won..."

"And it was defeated in one move..."

A waste actually defeated someone with a higher spiritual power than him in just one move. The people who were paying attention to Murong Ningyue's fight also had a similar reaction to the referee. His head turned a semicircle, and finally his eyes were on Murong Junyan for a long time and he didn't react.

When they heard the movements on the other courts, they stopped and looked at them. They were shocked. They had basically not started yet, but Murong Ningyue had already solved it very quickly.

Murong Ningyue turned around and looked at the dull people. Without any big reaction, she walked off the ring calmly and stood beside Qingyan.

"Miss... are you... winning? And so quickly?" Qingyan turned his head mechanically to look at Murong Ningyue, his eyes almost coming out.

"Yes, it's over." Murong Ningyue nodded and said indifferently. Seeing Qingyan's reaction, he patted her head with a funny look, "What? Isn't happy?"

"No, it's just that the speed is too fast, I haven't adapted yet." Qingyan shook her head and said, then put away her surprised expression. Yes, the lady is not an ordinary person at all, so it's not surprising that anything happens.

After a while, the people around came to their senses and began to devote their thoughts to their own battles. With the lessons of Murong Ningyue like this, everyone accelerated their speed and did not want to be compared by Murong Ningyue.

So, a more impactful scene than in previous years appeared. Everyone seemed to be in a life-and-death duel, working hard to fight. The entire competition venue was filled with shouting sounds, and various spiritual powers soared into the sky, which was very intense.
Chapter completed!