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Chapter 377 I'm Just Joking, Brother
Ye Yan has the ability of a grandmaster, and even though he is thin and weak, he is actually very strong, and it is not something that Roll Claude can crush just by virtue of his size.

Ye Yan rushed forward with a stride, leaning against the mountain, and slammed into Rolle Claude's chest hard.

There was only a loud noise, and Rolle Claude flew backwards with a bang, hitting several police officers behind him, and what was horrifying was that those police officers had to take a few steps back to exhaust their strength.

"hiss!"

Everyone gasped, Ye Yan's strength was too terrifying.

"This, how is this possible, my God!"

"Is this still a realm that humans can reach? That's Rolle Claude. We are one-on-one, and few of us can beat him."

"Damn it, it must be the idiot Roll Claude who underestimated the enemy, and this person found the opportunity."

When a white policeman said so, everyone felt reasonable.

There is no way, people will only believe what they want to see, so rumors will fly everywhere.

Hearing the strange screams of these people, Ye Yan glanced at Rolle Claude who was lying on the ground and clutching his chest.

Didn't he know that if he hadn't taken a part of his strength, the Rolle Claude in this group of people would definitely vomit blood on the spot.

Bajiquan was originally a fist of killing and attacking, and what Ye Yan practiced was not the Bajiquan that he used to perform today, but the real eight-level boxing that his ancestors proved in fighting again and again.

Leaving aside the boxing technique, as far as Ye Yan's current strength is concerned, even if he punches indiscriminately, it is not something that idlers can catch.

Rolle Claude rubbed his chest with a beautiful carp and stood up straight, his shoulders and waist sank, his hands clenched into fists, and he assumed an offensive posture.

Rolle Claude's face showed a trace of anger, he twisted his neck, and his fingers were pinched with a "click" sound: "Come again."

Ye Yan pursed his lips slightly, and sighed secretly, this kind of plot is rarely seen in American dramas, why are these foreigners not smart enough to learn.

It's obviously to release water for you, but you think I'm at this level. This is the old birthday star's mess-looking for a fight.

If it was Huaxia, the other party would have understood that Ye Yan was keeping a hand and wanted to make him look better, so maybe they would have to thank him sincerely now.

"If you are not convinced, you can continue to come. It doesn't matter if you have resentment against me. If you die at the hands of desperadoes, then it shouldn't be."

Ye Yan still maintained his demeanor, but his plain gaze was like a thorn, deeply piercing into the hearts of these policemen.

"Humph!"

Rolle Claude snorted coldly, stepped on his feet, and approached Ye Yan brazenly.

With a punch, Ye Yan dodged sideways, stared at Rolle Claude's forearm with his elbow, and lifted it up. In an instant, the opponent's armpit opened wide, revealing flaws all over his body.

Rolle Claude's eyes were like lightning, and he suddenly approached with a punch, hitting Ye Yan's abdomen.

"Oh!"

Ye Yan snorted coldly, unmoved, swung his left hand, and directly swept away his fist, and at the same time punched Rolle Claude's armpit.

"Clap!"

Ye Yan still kept a lot of strength, but Rolle Claude still took a few steps back again and again, only feeling that his whole arm was a little numb, and his strength had dropped a little out of thin air.

And he felt more and more depressed.

"Are you still coming?"

Rolle Claude's face turned red, and the more Ye Yan didn't want to fight, the more perfunctory and contempt he felt.

"I'll knock you to the ground!"

Ye Yan sighed, he was so stubborn.

Rolle Claude rushed over like a rhinoceros again, with great strength, which made up for the weakness of his hands.

Ye Yan smiled slightly, tapped his toes, activated his magical skills, and moved his whole body to the extreme, like a phoenix landed on the back of Roll Claude.

Level eight Inch Fist!

Ye Yan put his hand lightly on the rock-like muscle on Rolle Claude's back, and punched it with a seemingly light and weak punch.

"Oh!"

Rolle Claude flew out backwards with a bang, and came to a shit pose.

Rolle Claude only felt that his back was hit hard by a hammer, and the pain made him roll on the ground, trying to relieve the pain.

"Ouch!"

Rolle Crowder groaned, and two policemen went over to check what happened to him.

And Rolle Claude's body was also rubbed with blood on the ground, and his uniform was tinged, looking very miserable.

Everyone present couldn't help being stunned. Whether Ye Yan was a human or a ghost, he was so terrifying.

Victor Carpenter's eyes widened. He probably knew that the newly recruited Chinese was very strong, because he discovered that the other party was once the champion of the martial arts conference.

But Victor Carpenter never imagined that Ye Yan could be so strong that he was playing Rolle Claude condescendingly, and the other party had no room to resist.

That terrifying power, and the dexterous movement between the square inches, made Rolle Claude as ugly as a boar being played with.

Well, don't doubt the foreigner's level of metaphor.

"What is this, my God, how did he appear behind Roll's back?" A policeman rubbed his eyes, unable to believe that there was such a dexterous movement.

Yes, in foreign concepts, there is no such dexterous positioning technique as Huaxia, until the appearance of Bruce Lee's kung fu philosophy, which provided a concept for the entire modern martial arts, giving their positioning a touch of oriental charm.

But it was far from reaching Ye Yan's level.

"Oh my god, how did he manage to hit Rohr flying from such a short distance with one punch?"

"Oh, my God, is he your messenger?"

Ye Yan looked at Rolle Claude who flew out, slowly withdrew his fist, and stared at the audience: "Who else wants to try?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, how could they dare to speak easily, don't you see that Rolle Claude was beaten so badly, they thought they were [-] to [-] with Rolle Claude, even better than him, but they were far from Ye to this extent.

It was terrifying to completely crush Roll Claude into the dust, and the other party looked calm, as if he hadn't exhausted all his strength at all.

They even felt that if Ye Yan wanted to kill them all, it would be a snap of his fingers.

A master fighter is close, even if he has a pistol, it is useless.

A young man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and was suddenly pushed lightly from behind, he staggered and fell out.

"This...I...that, bro, I'm just kidding."

Seeing Ye Yan looking at him, the young man had a smirk on his face. Ye Yan pursed his lips, nodded slightly, and turned his head away.

But he didn't want the young man to suddenly explode, and took the opportunity to rush forward, punching Ye Yan's temple hard.

Victor Carpenter was startled: "Be careful of Ye Yan!"

But it was too late, and there was a muffled sound in the night sky.

"Oh!"

(End of this chapter)