บท 483: The Most Gentle Tongue, the Most Ruthless Words

"I lost!"

When that man saw Ye Feng's trump card, he immediately turned into a frosted eggplant and wilted.

Zhuang Xiaojiao, who was standing at the side, hugged Ye Feng excitedly and jumped around.

"We won, we won!"

Ye Feng looked at the scenery around her collar. He felt a surge of emotions.

Fang Xingjia, who was watching from a distance, smiled contemptuously. "Didn't you just win one round? Is it necessary?"

As he spoke, he revealed the trump card in his hand.

4, 4, 4, bombs!

The opponent's face immediately turned pale. "I lost!"

In less than half an hour, the competition was over.

Just this match alone had eliminated half of the contestants.

These people left the venue one after another and went to the cabin to watch the next match on the television.

As for the contestants who entered the Top 32, they would have to remain on the deck to compete.

The second match began.