This attack could be called fatal, hitting right at the critical point.
Qi Hao screamed miserably as he flew horizontally like a sandbag.
His gushing blood drew a breathtaking trajectory in the air.
"It's over!"
The Training Ground was silent.
However, Qiu Kuang's ruthless swiftness and Qi Hao's vulnerability were somewhat beyond everyone's expectations.
Qiu Kuang held his long knife, not even glancing at Qi Hao. He stood still, waiting for the declaration of victory.
As for him, the prey he had slayed had no value for him to strike again.
This match was without suspense and had no difficulty.
"He made it to the top eight, this madman Qiu really made it to the end."
"It was a one-sided match from the start. We just don't know if he can get one of the three spots."
"I don't know who is more powerful between him and Jiang Yuan. I really want to see."
In the stands, the crowd stared at Qiu Kuang and discussed lively.