"Bang" suddenly sounded the muffled sound of a heavy object hitting the ground, attracting the attention of everyone present, but it was Celtic.

His face became paler and paler than paper, and he covered his bloody chest with one hand, and there were several extremely deep claw marks on it.

"Team leader." Several members of the Jinhua City team couldn't care less at this moment, and ran to him to help him up.

"It seems that you, Jinhua City, have to move your position to the back this time." Harry stood on the ring with his arms crossed and looked down at Celtic below.

"You" and the others immediately glared at him.

"Why don't you accept it? Then come up and challenge me. If you win, you can keep your position, but do you have the guts?" Harry grabbed the rope on the ring with one hand, and the corner of his mouth curved into a mocking arc.

"Don't go, that guy has already cultivated to the peak of the earl, and he may break through to the marquis level at any time. You are not at the same level at all." Celtic reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face a bit bitter.

In terms of human performance, this guy is about to break through to the high level in less than twenty.

"Can he break through to the Marquis at any time? But he's only a hundred years old, right? It's no wonder he's a genius." Hearing the words, the faces of several people turned pale, and their eyes turned dark. Instead of the previous anger, he flinched a little more.

"Hahahaha, do you know you're afraid? Now that you know my strength, move away consciously, don't bring yourself humiliation." Harry supported the fence with both hands, staring down with his scarlet pupils wide open.

Everyone in Jinhua City dared not speak out, and the surrounding teams all watched the scene in front of them with expressions of watching the show.

"Is the earl's peak amazing?"

At this moment, a voice broke the silence of the scene, and everyone turned their astonished gazes to the person who happened in the field. It was the young man who had been astonishing before.

Ye Yun took a few steps forward and walked out of the crowd to stand under the ring. Celtic looked at the people who stood up and was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Ye Yun, who he thought was the second generation ancestor, would have the courage to stand up and confront Harry at this moment. .

"Ye Yun, go back quickly, you are no match for him." Celtic stretched out his hand to persuade him, his expression suddenly a little depressed: "This time, let's be us"
"Leader!"

Ye Yun made a sound and directly planned on Celtic, he turned his head to look at Celtic as if: "Trust me, I am very strong!"

"Oriental?" Harry looked at Ye Yun's soft facial contours and his silver-white hair with some uncertainty.

Ye Yun didn't answer him, he stepped forward with his arms behind his back, and he leaped to the ring as if he knew how to do it lightly.

"Physical fitness is good, but everything is futile in the face of absolute strength." Harry smiled grinningly, revealing two sharp blood teeth, which combined with his zombie-like fingers were indeed very intimidating.

"Can we start?" Ye Yun didn't want to waste any time.

"Of course, just..." Harry only had time to say a few words, and Ye Yun had already disappeared before his eyes. Before he could react, his throat had already been tightly pinched by a hand like iron pliers. He stopped, he couldn't resist at all.

Soon Harry's face was flushed with an abnormal blush, his eyes were turned outward like a toad whose eyeballs were about to fall out, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

Everyone in the arena raised their heads in shock and looked at the extremely unreal scene in front of them. They expected that Ye Yun must rely on something to dare to go on stage, but they didn't expect the ending to be like this.

It turned out that only one move was used, and it was instant kill!
"You're right. Everything is futile in the face of absolute strength, but it's a pity that you haven't seen your true level." Ye Yun gave him a cold look, and then threw it away as if throwing rubbish. Throw it under the ring.

"Crack!" There was another muffled sound, but this time, no one was going to laugh at Harry who was lying on the ground. They all looked up at the young man on the stage with expressions on their faces.

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