Suppression (2)

Within the time it took to make a cup of tea, Zhao Feng had already defeated more than a dozen True Dragon geniuses, and all with just one move.

The spectators from across the continent were dazed.

This wasn’t even sparring; this was a one-sided suppression.

Zhao Feng stood on the hole-filled field expressionlessly.

At this moment in time, the Tea Party was silent. No one continued to challenge Zhao Feng.

“Even without using his eye-bloodline, Zhao Feng’s stronger than normal Overwhelming Prodigies.”

The dozens of True Dragon geniuses were speechless.

Everyone’s gaze toward Zhao Feng wasn’t just respect and admiration anymore. It was as if the youth in their sight was something completely out of reach, and Goddess Bing Wei’s expression became more and more solemn.

From the start, Zhao Feng won every match in one move. No one had even forced him to use his eye-bloodline.