He had just said that he would keep a low profile, but he was now the center of attention of the audience. However, their eyes seemed to be filled with a special meaning. Du Feng was so embarrassed that he almost covered his butt and ran away. Fortunately, the order of the battle was announced, and everyone's attention was immediately diverted.
"Number 177 versus Number 52."
The first match was actually Du Feng's. From the opponent's number, he shouldn't be too strong. Of course, it couldn't all be judged from the number, because Du Feng's number was bigger than his opponent's. His eyelids twitched as he looked at his opponent. Are you kidding me? Today is a martial arts competition, not a beauty contest.
A rose-red dress wrapped around her voluptuous and exquisite body, showing off her impressive waist and buttocks. The dress seemed to be a little translucent, and some white things were faintly discernible as her body moved, which was extremely seductive. The men below the stage were already boiling with excitement, and many were whistling.
"Little Big Brother, you've got to give in to me."
Her voice was a little coquettish. When she spoke, she clamped her legs together as if she was very shy. Her waist swayed casually, showing off her impressive figure. The little boy in Du Feng's body moved, conveying the message that he was hungry.
Behave yourself, this is an opponent, not a nanny … For this kind of useless humanoid beast, Du Feng could only use the method of criticism and education.
"This vixen is starting to flirt again. Young Master Long, do you have the advantage of being close to her?"
Fang Tian's eyes lit up when he saw a beauty on the stage. His eyes stared at the curves of the other party's body, and he didn't have the demeanor of a master at all. On the other hand, Long Zeqi of the Cang Dragon Kingdom had a serious look on his face, immersed in cultivation.
"That vixen has long wanted to be the Crown Prince's wife, but our Young Master Long doesn't want to, hahaha!"
Yan Changying also joked with Long Zeqi. Everyone knew that Jing Beibei was the number one beauty of the Cang Dragon Kingdom. If she couldn't match up to the Crown Prince, then the others couldn't. However, her Nine-tailed Fox Beast was really too much for people to handle. Her style became more and more heroic, and she didn't forget to flirt with her opponent on the stage. If Long Zeqi really married her, he was afraid that one day he would be cuckolded.
"Don't worry, I never hit women."
Du Feng smiled and acted very gracefully. He was right, he really didn't hit women. Of course, it didn't count if he bumped into her.
"Then this servant can rest assured."
Jing Beibei bowed with her hands in front of her chest. Her collar was originally low, so a white thing was accidentally exposed. Then, he pretended to be shocked and quickly covered his mouth with his hands. He raised his head and looked at Du Feng, as if asking him if he had peeked at them.
Du Feng couldn't help but secretly admire this woman's methods. If it was Zhao Tianlei on the stage, he would probably die from a nosebleed. What the hell was there to fight? Her every frown, smile, and gesture could hook a man's soul away. Even if he didn't die from a nosebleed, he would have become a soft-footed shrimp. How could he talk about combat power?
Seventh Brother couldn't be thinking of admitting defeat, right? Du Yu 'er lowered her head to look at her chest, then raised her head to look at Jing Beibei, who was in the stands. She couldn't help but worry. On the contrary, Murong Mansha sat there steadily, not worried that Du Feng would lose the competition. She had used Jing Beibei's trick before, and she had a lot of capital.
"Young Master, please!"
As soon as Jing Beibei finished speaking, she disappeared from where she stood. Her actions were not proportional to the gentleness of her tone. Her words were modest, but her hands were really incomparable. A dagger glowing with purple light fiercely stabbed into Du Feng's heart. The purple color on the dagger was probably because it was soaked in some kind of poison. As long as the skin was slightly scratched, there would be no return.
Du Feng frowned and dodged. As an alchemist, he recognized the poison on the dagger. The desert rose from the West Continent City grew next to the only green space in the center of the desert. Only unmarried virgins could be picked. If a married woman or man touched it, the whole body would immediately rot and die. Even if one smelled the fragrance of the flowers, they would still feel dizzy and weak.
This little girl was really ruthless. Du Feng quickly held his breath and used a thin layer of true essence to protect the surface of his skin. Desert Roses could cause a person's whole body to rot with just a touch. Jing Beibei had picked seven roses and ground out the juice. Then, she soaked the dagger in it for ninety-nine days and specially prepared it for this competition.
"Young Master, don't you think this servant is very fragrant?"
Jing Beibei approached step by step. Not only did she greet Du Feng's chest with the dagger, her whole body also stuck to him. That graceful and alluring appearance caused many men to lose control of their souls. If it weren't for Du Feng's strong self-control, he would have long since hugged the beauty, regardless of whether it was poisonous or not. As the saying goes, even if you die under a peony, you will still be a romantic. The number of martial artists who died under the debt of love was really not small.
"There's a smell of urine!"
Du Feng pretended to twitch his nose, but in fact, he did not breathe in the air. Then he spat twice, expressing his disgust.
Humph! Jing Beibei flew into a rage out of humiliation. Her almond-shaped eyes straightened, and the dagger in her hand swung out again and again. This time, it was not aimed at his heart, but at Du Feng's face. Even if she could not cut that face, she had to let him smell it first.
Du Feng did not pull out his sword. He said he would not hit women, and he really would not hit women. Using the Snow-Treading Plum Seeking Movement Technique, his whole body floated around the stage like a ghost. Jing Beibei continued to attack fiercely, but she could not hit him.
"Pa!"
In the midst of the interweaving, the shadow of a whip lashed out. Jing Beibei had actually used a secret technique. The whip was a soft object. It did not have a regular trajectory like the dagger, so it was naturally more difficult to dodge. At the same time, the whip was also soaked in the poison of the desert rose. If the skin was lashed, the poison would directly seep into the blood vessels and flow to the heart. At that time, even the Great Firmament Immortals would not be able to save him.
"Go back!"
Du Feng raised his right hand and flicked it lightly. This was a kind of Finger Flicking Technique. He had already flicked out a sword qi from his fingertip, hitting the end of the whip. The whip that was soaked in poison curled back, and just happened to wrap around Jing Beibei's body. It seemed that the strength of the whip was a bit too strong, and it actually grazed her skin.
Aiyoyo, her whole body reeked of urine. He did not expect her to be a virgin. Jing Beibei's skin had been grazed by the whip, but she was not poisoned. This naturally explained everything. However, this hit made her quite angry. She directly threw the whip away and chanted the Beast Incantation.
"Charm the World, Bow the King, Beast Fusion."
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