One piece, another piece, then yet another piece.
After Qin Shaofeng began, in just a few breaths, he took more than a dozen offensive treasures out of his Storage Bag.
The treasures were activated.
Some transformed into palm imprints, some into a single finger, and some into sharp blades.
More than a dozen attacks came one after another.
Qin Shaofeng did not know how Jin Yangtian, engulfed by the attacks across from him, was doing, but he could hear waves of startled cries coming from below the stage.
Countless delighted shouts mixed among them, rising without pause.
"Stop! This isn't a martial contest, this is murder! What kind of contest keeps using offensive treasures to fight?" Liu Xuan shouted again.
His voice was indeed loud, yet it was immediately drowned out by the screams of Seven Stars Sect disciples.
"Excellent! This is exactly how it should be fought! Beat Jin Yangtian to death!"
"Refreshing, so refreshing! This is how it should be!"
"Those three sects are shameless! Did they really think our Seven Stars Sect had no treasures?"
"Kill Jin Yangtian! Let the three sects learn how formidable our Seven Stars Sect is!"
Since Liu Xuan's shout had been swallowed by the cries below the stage, Fan Shaoqing simply pretended he had heard nothing.
The elders of the Xuan Yin Sect and Thunder Sect wore strange expressions, yet neither knew what to say.
Qin Shaofeng had indeed brought out a great many treasures, but Jin Yangtian had already used more than seven treasures himself. Though they were mainly defensive, he had also launched two attacks against Qin Shaofeng.
If Qin Shaofeng's actions were not fitting for a martial contest, then were Jin Yangtian's actions supposed to be fitting?
It was merely that Jin Yangtian's treasures could not compare to Qin