The next instant, he reappeared and, to the ranged attacker's absolute horror, knocked him from the arena.
Instant kill.
Round Six.
Instant kill.
Round Seven.
Instant kill!
...
In the eighth round, when Qin Feng once again sent his opponent flying from the platform with a single, absurdly powerful punch, he had successfully broken into the top 100,000 of this year's Newcomer Cup for the Fourth Level Division!
Eight rounds in a row. Eight battles.
His opponents ranged from ordinary rookie freshmen to experienced upperclassmen, and even elites with special abilities.
But without exception, every single one was taken down in a single, decisive blow.
His fights were so fast that the referee overseeing his platform was growing bored and had even started to yawn.
In the stands, Qin Feng's friends watched scene after scene unfold, their expressions a mix of emotions.
"Holy shit! Old Qin is still such a damn monster!"
