On the stage, only Shi Yong, Yuji, and Tony knew that Qin Feng had won.
To last so long under a double-blade attack without getting stabbed even once—
It could only mean this guy was purposely playing for time.
Sure enough, the Thai fighter's veins bulged, his eyes bloodshot. Both blades were pinched tight by Qin Feng's sword fingers, just like they were caught in a vice, unable to move forward even an inch.
In the next moment, Qin Feng's fingers twitched.
Crack!
A crisp snap rang out, as Qin Feng's two fingers broke both blades in half by sheer force.
Qin Feng launched a kick, landing squarely on the Thai fighter's chest.
The Thai didn't even have time to parry before he flew backward, landing hard on the mat face-down.
The crowd stared, dumbfounded. Some were so anxious they wanted to climb onto the stage to check if the blades were props.
Steel-forged blades, broken by two fingers—
Scenes like this only happen in movies.
