"How was it? Little sir, am I fighting well?"
As soon as he stepped off the stage, Ma Long eagerly sought Han Lang's praise.
"Indeed, you fought very well! This match, your fans are probably more numerous than Tang Geng's! Heh heh..."
Tang Geng chimed in with agreement.
"That's right! Brother Ma Long's move is enough to awe more than half the people in the recruit camp. My match was just a drizzle! Haha..."
Before Ma Long could puff up his chest again, Tang Qin poured a basin of cold water on him.
"What are you so proud of! If it weren't for Han Lang's Heaven-tier technique and the spirit weapon gloves he chose for you, with your own strength alone, you probably wouldn't even be a match for that scholar!"
Although Ma Long was full of vigor, he largely agreed with Tang Qin's words.
"Of course! No matter what, I've only just broken through to the early Foundation Establishment stage! If it weren't for Little Sir's strong backing, I'd probably be at the bottom! Haha..."
Han Lang and Tang Geng were both filled with relief at Ma Long's humility.
"Alright, let's hurry to Ring 29 and wait to see Tang Qin dominate!"
Tang Qin was immensely pleased by this flattery.
"What are we waiting for? I can't wait to let my opponent taste the power of my high-grade spirit weapon!"
With that, she took the lead, pushing through the crowd and striding towards Ring 29.
Since there was a considerable distance between Ring 105 and Ring 29, by the time Han Lang and his companions arrived at Ring 29 after a bumpy journey, the referee had just announced the start of the eighth match.
Tang Qin's opponent didn't appear as weak as Ma Long's, and even looked somewhat handsome.
However, his constant waving to the crowd as soon as he stepped onto the stage made Han Lang and the others very displeased.
It felt as though he wasn't there to compete, but to receive adoration from thousands.
Arrogant to the extreme!
When Tang Qin stepped onto the stage, his eyes were immediately drawn to her beauty, and he shamelessly scanned her curvaceous figure from top to bottom.
"Wow! A beauty! Even if I lose this match, it'll be dying under a peony, and being a romantic ghost! Worth the trip, worth the trip! Haha..."
Hearing these words, Tang Qin felt a surge of disgust, and without a word, she spat disdainfully.
"Scumbag!"
With this definition in place, Han Lang and the others couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for the "scumbag."
A beauty's hatred for a scumbag is almost innate.
It could almost be predicted that the "scumbag's" fate would not be good.
As expected, with the referee's signal, Tang Qin immediately revealed her pair of high-grade spirit weapon claws, which, while not inherently sinister, exuded an aura of coldness.
Seeing the claws, the "scumbag's" expression was filled with astonishment. Recovering his senses, he couldn't resist taunting.
"Such a beautiful woman, using such weapons, it's a bit inappropriate, don't you think? Let me, your brother, teach you how to be a charming woman!"
"Uh..."
Han Lang and the others were even more dumbfounded.
This "scumbag" really knew how to hit a sore spot.
He had already made a terrible first impression on Tang Qin, and now he dared to comment on her weapon—her claws. Wasn't this deliberately provoking her?
"It's over, it's over! Will Tang Qin go for the kill?"
"So what if she goes for the kill? Who told that 'scumbag' to be so clueless and say the one thing he shouldn't?"
"Exactly! Such a person isn't worth pitying even if he dies! Besides, there's a referee on stage! At most, he'll be crippled!"
As the three finished their discussion, Tang Qin on stage was indeed enraged.
At this moment, she disregarded any camaraderie, raised her claws, spun gracefully, and moved towards the "scumbag" like a phantom.
The scumbag looked down on her with disdain, and even at this moment, he couldn't resist taunting.
"Beautiful! This dance step is truly beautiful! If we weren't on the stage, I'd definitely take you into my harem right here!"
However,
Before his exclamation ended, the sharp claws had already pierced his chest.
The scumbag was greatly alarmed. As he bent over, he immediately raised his folding fan to block the attack.
With a "clang," he successfully defended against Tang Qin's strike.
He smiled contemptuously.
"Heh heh, little beauty, fighting and killing isn't suitable for you. How about you obediently..."
But before he could finish speaking, he saw several claw-shaped spiritual energies rushing towards him.
At such close range, he had no way to dodge.
He could only instinctively retreat.
But even so, several claw energies still reached his front.
"Riiip, riiip!"
Instantly, the "scumbag's" chest and abdomen were torn open by the claws, and even the clothing around his groin was ripped.
Tang Qin spun around, holding her palm halfway up, and smiled charmingly.
"Heh heh, still proud? If you dare to speak disrespectfully to me again, next time, I'll make sure you become a eunuch for the rest of your life!"
Such humiliation, no matter how good the scumbag's composure was when facing a beauty, he couldn't help but lose his temper at this point.
"What a thorny rose! It seems you don't know how capable your brother is unless I use some means!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his folding fan, and as it unfolded, he swung it backhand.
A gust of wind, like a blade, attacked Tang Qin.
The crowd below held their breath for Tang Qin.
Although the scumbag's personality was unlikable, his strength was indeed commendable.
However, Tang Qin remained unfazed by this crisis.
She stood firm, and as the gust of wind approached, she mobilized the spiritual energy around her.
In a flash of lightning, the gust of wind struck Tang Qin fiercely.
Seeing this, the scumbag sighed.
"Alas! You forced me to cruelly destroy a flower. Why must it be like this?"
As Tang Qin's figure seemed to shatter, there was no blood to be seen.
Just as everyone was astonished, another "Tang Qin" suddenly appeared behind the scumbag, raising her claw gloves halfway, and said like a ghost.
"With you? You think you're worthy of cruelly destroying a flower!"
With that, the sharp claws slashed down fiercely.
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered!
The scumbag fell to the ground, clutching his profusely bleeding left arm and wailing.
Only then did the figure of Tang Qin in the gust of wind gradually dissipate.
"Afterimage! It was an afterimage!"
The crowd was stunned!
"What kind of strength is this? At the mere Foundation Establishment stage, can one's movement technique be so fast that it creates afterimages?"
"This might not be related to strength, but this martial skill is truly astonishing!"
"At least Profound-tier High-grade!"
"What a skillful move!"
...
Not only were the spectators below stunned, but even the referee on stage couldn't help but exchange words in disbelief.
"Uh? Is this really just a Profound-tier High-grade martial skill?"
"Don't be silly! At least Earth-tier Mid-grade!"
"Earth-tier? How many veterans have cultivated Earth-tier martial techniques?"
"What do you care! Hurry up and announce the result! Don't forget our duty!"
Reminded in this way, the referee finally came to his senses and quickly walked to the scumbag's side, asking.
"Do you still want to fight?"
The scumbag wailed and repeatedly shook his head.
The referee understood and immediately announced.
"Ring 29, Match 8, Victor: Tang Qin!"
Then he turned to the crowd below, pointing at the fallen scumbag, and said.
"Which of you has some time to send him to the infirmary!"
The battle ended, and Tang Qin made a stunning debut, her afterimage move leaving everyone dumbfounded.
Only Han Lang and his companions joyfully welcomed her off the stage, giving her thumbs up repeatedly!