...
Before he could finish speaking...
Xuan Hao, standing on the arena, suddenly raised his right foot and stomped heavily on the hard arena floor!
Thump!!
A deafening roar, like muffled thunder!
The incomparably violent power of blood and qi exploded completely!
This time, it's not just an ethereal heatwave.
The golden-red blood storm, which was as real as a physical storm, directly transformed into an overwhelming shockwave, violently blasting the seven girls of the Tianshui team into the air!
The next moment.
The violent and rampant blood energy that had been raging across the entire area began to condense and compress wildly around Xuan Hao!
In the blink of an eye, the enormous blood energy behind Xuan Hao transformed into a lifelike golden dragon of blood energy that was tens of meters long!
The members of the Tianshui team, suspended in mid-air and completely unable to resist, stared at the terrifying golden dragon below that exuded an aura of destruction.
Their expressions froze, and their eyes were filled with a deathly despair.
"Damn it! This madman... is he trying to kill someone outright?!"
"roar--!!!"
The next instant, the raging golden dragon of blood and qi roared to the sky, a dragon's roar that shook the very soul!
The might of the true dragon, which was so powerful it seemed to tear space apart, exploded out with a deafening roar!
Then, the enormous golden dragon, carrying overwhelming power, crashed directly into the Skywater team members in mid-air!
Rumble—!!!
A blinding golden-red light exploded violently in the sky above the arena, and a terrifying energy storm swept across the entire arena!
"ah--!"
Only a few short screams could be heard.
The seven stunningly beautiful girls of the Tianshui team had their protective soul power instantly crushed.
They were all knocked unconscious by the violent impact and fell to the ground below the arena with a thud!
The air froze completely at that moment.
The entire venue fell silent; everyone was stunned by the brutal scene of the instant kill.
After a while, the referee, who was sweating profusely, finally snapped out of his daze and hurriedly ran off the stage to check on the condition of the Tianshui team members.
After a careful examination, it was confirmed that although the seven girls had been shattered and bleeding from all seven orifices, and were barely breathing, they had miraculously survived and were only in a deep coma...
The referee finally breathed a long sigh of relief and, with trembling hands, gestured a safety sign to the host in mid-air.
DouDou swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he held the amplifying soul tool, and announced stiffly:
"The entire Tianshui team has fallen off the stage and lost their ability to fight..."
"First match of the qualifiers, Huang Dou Team 2, Xuan Hao player... wins!"
Xuan Hao withdrew his martial spirit, his eyes and hair returned to their original color, and he turned and walked off the stage.
On the high platform.
Ning Fengzhi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned to look at Gu Rong behind him, and said in a weak voice, "Uncle Gu... he... he didn't really kill me with that attack just now, did he?"
The ancient banyan tree also exhaled a long, foul breath and smiled wryly:
"Don't worry, this kid is very clever. That move just now was all bark and no bite.
It looked scary, but it was just to intimidate people and establish his authority."
"The moment his golden dragon of blood collided with the object, it neutralized the most violent destructive force.
To put it bluntly, those young girls were simply stunned by the extremely violent pressure and sound waves of the blood energy; they didn't suffer any real internal injuries."
"However... although they were not physically injured, being crushed head-on by such dragon might... these girls will probably have nightmares and be traumatized for a long time to come."
Xuan Hao put his hands in his pockets and walked back to the Royal Fighting Team 2's private rest area through the passage.
As soon as he entered, he was met with the strange expressions on the faces of Xue Qinghe, Ning Rongrong, and the others.
"no..."
Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, took a deep breath, pointed at the Tianshui team members who had already been carried onto stretchers outside, and said through gritted teeth:
"We told you not to flirt with the young girls on stage and not to go easy on them too obviously... but we definitely didn't tell you to go all out!"
"Did you really have to make such a big fuss?!
That Blood Dragon attack just now, let alone those little girls, even a seventh-ring Soul Saint of the same level wouldn't be able to withstand it completely!
And you actually used such a killing move to fight a group of Soul Masters and Soul Venerables?"
"Are you even human?!"
"I already said, hitting women is the most troublesome and the hardest thing to do!"
Xuan Hao rolled his eyes and sat down on the leather sofa next to him.
"If I hit you lightly, you're unhappy and suspect I'm flirting; if I hit you hard, you're still unhappy and say I'm killing you! What exactly do you want from me?"
Xuan Hao shrugged. "Besides, how am I supposed to precisely control that kind of painless force?
In all my years in the industry, when I fight someone, I've always only controlled one kind of force: leaving the opponent with just their last breath!"
"What do you mean by sparring? Have you ever seen me spar with anyone in a proper way?"
"Moreover, the so-called 'stopping at the point' is itself an unrealistic term!"
"How am I supposed to know how strong those girls' bodies can really be?
What if I really want to test their limits and gradually increase the force while rubbing against them..."
Xuan Hao raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over Ning Rongrong and Dugu Yan:
"How long will this match last?
When you see me entangled with seven beautiful women on stage, you'll definitely say in a sarcastic tone that I'm flirting with them!"
Xue Qinghe's eyes twitched violently, and he felt a sudden headache:
"Alright, alright, stop making excuses... I'll just ask you one question, they shouldn't be dead, right?"
"Nonsense, I'm not a psychopath with a mental illness or a bloodthirsty nature, of course I'm not dead."
Xuan Hao picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. "They're all doing well. It's just... there might be a tiny bit of aftereffect or something."
"Sequelae?"
Upon hearing these three words, Ning Rongrong's expression instantly turned extremely strange, and she approached with some concern: "What kind of aftereffects?
You didn't shatter their martial spirit or meridians, did you?
Does that mean they won't be able to compete in any of their later matches? That would be a huge thorn in their side!"
"Not at all. I neutralized the lethality at the last moment and controlled it very well."
Xuan Hao shook his head and casually explained, "At most, they just suffered a slight concussion.
They'll wake up after a nap.
They'll be fine in tomorrow's competition, jumping around on the field without any problems."
"As for that scene just now where blood was flowing from all seven orifices..."
"It's just that the pressure from the qi and blood was too strong, which ruptured some of the capillaries on their skin.
It looks scary, but it's just a superficial injury used to scare people."
Ning Rongrong breathed a sigh of relief:
"So what exactly are these aftereffects you mentioned? They scared me to death."
Xuanhao put down his teacup. "The aftereffects I'm talking about are psychological."
"I've completely etched the dragon's might into their subconscious. From now on, these girls, whenever they see my face, even if I do nothing..."
Xuan Hao shrugged. "They might all uncontrollably feel their legs go weak and be unable to stand steadily."
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