After all, the disciples of the Emperor of Daxia are all prodigies of aristocratic families, and their strength is absolutely unquestionable.

Even those who stayed were gambling on their luck, betting that they would not meet Qin Feng and the Emperor's disciples, and decisively choosing to admit defeat once they did.

"I surrender!!"

Qin Feng was completely speechless, it was already the eighth time.

Others played in a back-and-forth manner, but he won eight games in a row without even moving and entered the top 16 directly.

It seemed that God heard Qin Feng's prayer. In the ninth scene, he met a young man named Wang Peng.

He was a disciple of the Emperor from Daxia. He did not choose to admit defeat like the others. As soon as he came up, he stabbed Qin Feng with an iron rod.

"As expected of a disciple of the Emperor, this iron rod is so strong!"

Qin Feng could clearly feel that the stick was full of power, and he dodged as fast as a ghost, not forgetting to throw a few hidden silver needles at the opponent.

"mean!"

Wang Peng's eyes were full of contempt, he didn't expect Qin Feng to use hidden weapons.

He didn't have time to dodge, so he raised his arm to block it. Several silver needles stuck into his arm without causing much damage.

"You lost!" Qin Feng said lightly.

"Lost? You poisoned me!!"

Wang Peng's expression changed and he quickly pulled out the silver needle to check.

"I am a serious gentleman, how could I poison him?" Qin Feng said seriously.

"Huhu..."

Wang Peng breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it was not poisoned.
Chapter completed!