However, they never dreamed that Yan Buqi not only caught it, but also easily resolved the attack.

So easy, just waving a fan.

This fan was ordinary, without any characteristics, and the movement was as gentle as chasing a fly.

But it was just such an ordinary move, but it wiped out a powerful blow that made many martial arts masters tremble with fear.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't dare to believe it at all.

Or, they couldn't understand why just a light fan could have such a powerful force?

How strong is Yan Buqi?

Unconsciously, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Looking at the blue drizzle drifting down from the sky, many viewers felt like they were in a dream and felt a little unreal.

"How... How is it possible? You..."

Xuan Hai was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

In addition to shock, there was also deep confusion in his eyes.

What he didn't understand was why his full-strength blow that exhausted his blood and qi was so easily broken?

Why did the young man in his twenties have such a profound strength?

Even from beginning to end, he played him in the palm of his hand.

Is this the difference in talent?

He had worked hard for more than 30 years, and had gone through all kinds of hardships and tortures. He thought he was strong enough to become famous in the martial arts arena.

However, he now realized that there is always someone better than you, and he was still too weak.

In front of a true genius, his strength was not enough.

He now had a hunch that Yan Buqi had not used his full strength from beginning to end.

All his attacks were nothing more than clown behavior in the eyes of the other party.

With this thought, he suddenly felt a deep sense of frustration.

His previous ambitions were completely annihilated, and the air hidden in his chest was unconsciously released.

"Master Xuanhai, there is one last trick." Yan Buqi smiled, his expression as calm as ever.

But the more this was the case, the more difficult it was to see through.

"Puff!"

As if he had suffered a blow, Xuanhai suddenly trembled, and then raised his head and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The next second, his burly body could not bear the weight, and with a "bang", he fell to the ring.

His face was ashen, and he no longer had the courage to fight.

He knew that he had already lost, and if he continued to fight, it would only be humiliating himself.

Yan Buqi's strength was much stronger than his.

As long as the person in front of him was willing, he could easily resolve the battle, but the other party gave him enough respect and never took ruthless action.

If he still didn't appreciate it, then he was ungrateful and asked for trouble.

Lying on the ring, Xuan Hai looked at the blue sky above his head, and finally spit out three words with difficulty and bitterness: "I... admit defeat!" JrNovels.com