Result...
Not long after Fang Qingyu stepped onto Platform Seven.
The audience suddenly erupted into a commotion.
"Ding—"
As soon as the whistle blew, Fang Qingyu's hand had already clasped around his opponent's throat.
The referee hurriedly pressed the stopwatch.
Even so, this set a new fastest record for the start of the match.
"Chenfeng Martial Arts Hall's Fang Qingyu wins!"
The spectators who witnessed this scene seemed to pause for a moment.
Around the stands, many martial arts apprentices holding coffee involuntarily trembled, their pupils reflecting the fierce vortex stirred up by the boy as he finished his move.
The subsequent matches were completely reduced to a stage for Fang Qingyu's performance.
The second round.
Fang Qingyu faced an agile contestant wielding twin butterfly knives.
When his opponent's proud seventy-two rapid strikes clashed with an impenetrable framework of fists, the collision of blade and flesh actually produced the sound of metal clashing.
