midnight ten

Till slowly raised his head and looked directly at Fan Peiyang. The last trace of emotion in his eyes disappeared with the second blow.

The sense of superiority and contempt is gone, the anger and irritability are gone, and even the coldness is gone. Now those eyes are clear and indifferent, like some kind of inorganic substance, reflecting the shadow of Fan Peiyang.

This is a very subtle change, but it makes everyone's pores shrink and coolness invades.

Fan Peiyang, who was on the battlefield, also felt it, even more intuitively and strongly, but before he could think about it, Tire suddenly flickered and disappeared from his vision.

"Behind—" blurted out an impatient spectator outside the arena.

Till didn't disappear, but he circled behind him at a faster and more incredible speed than before!

Against 12 players before, Till has never shown such speed.

Fan Peiyang didn't look back, but made a decisive decision and dodged to the side.

Ke Tier's attack was faster, and he punched him hard on the left shoulder blade, causing Fan Peiyang to stagger forward.

Before Fan Peiyang could stand still, Till punched the second time. His attack speed was the same as his movement speed, which was a dramatic improvement.

This time Fan Peiyang had no chance to hide, and was hit hard on the back corresponding to the heart. He changed from staggering to leaping forward with big strides.

Everyone's heart tightened, especially Zheng Luozhu. He was beaten before, and his heart almost stopped suddenly when he was hit from the front. Now that the boss is hit from the back, the pain will be reduced theoretically, but Tier has increased his attack power.The sound of that punch to the flesh was definitely much harder than when he was beating him. He didn't dare to think how much pain Fan Peiyang was in.

He Lu stared at Fan Peiyang closely, frowning, solemn and depressed: "Tier is serious."

Till's temples were only slightly red, but Fan Peiyang staggered all the way.

"Tsk, I haven't fallen like this, and my physical fitness is amazing." Cui Zhan squinted and watched Fan Peiyang's feet gradually stabilized, feeling a little excited.Watching this kind of life-and-death struggle is like drinking, go up.

"It's useless," Quanmai interjected, without any hope, "Tier is already serious, the strength is too great, there is no chance."

As if to confirm his words, Fan Peiyang had just stood firm, and before he could turn around, Tire from behind approached him all of a sudden, raising his hand for the third punch.

"boom!"

The can that flew in the air collided directly with Tier's fist, and the can exploded. Tier's fist slowed down during the impact, but the route did not deviate, and it still pointed directly at Fan Peiyang's heart.

But at the moment of the impact, Fan Peiyang had seized the opportunity and turned around swiftly, not at all as fast as a person whose heart had just been beaten by an iron fist.

He grabbed Tire's wrist for swinging a fist, made a fist in return, and still hit Tire on the head.

With just one capture and one counterattack, Leon can be sure: "He has also practiced."

Although it is not a systematic training like myself, every move is definitely not amateurish.

"What's the use of practicing," Tan Hua scratched and gnawed at a dog, more pessimistic than Whole Wheat, "The boss has increased the speed, strength, and defense all-round BUFF, there is no solution at all."

Sure enough, Fan Peiyang's punch was fast and hard enough, but Tire easily dodged it. At the same time, with a flick of his wrist, he broke free from Fan Peiyang's restraint almost effortlessly.

In the blink of an eye, the offense and defense switch.

Till didn't back up at all, he twisted his wrist while breaking away, and went out with a fist full of killing intent.

The speed of his punching has increased crazily, and he can't avoid it at all.

But if Fan Peiyang really received this punch, his heart would be pierced!

No miracle happened.

The fist still hit Fan Peiyang, extremely fast, fierce, without leaving any life left.

Fan Peiyang's body froze, sweat dripped from the tip of his nose instantly, but in the next second, he actually held Tire's fist with both hands, holding it tightly, as if he was afraid that someone would run away.

The spectators were dumbfounded.

It doesn't matter if he hasn't been shot through, but he still has the strength to catch Tire. Is this physical fitness a devil?

But what's the use of catching Tyr, you can't hit him, and both cans are destroyed...

"call out--"

The familiar flying sound of an unknown object interrupted everyone's nervous thoughts.

But this time it wasn't a can, but a long strip of cloth. From the extreme corner of the battle zone, the "snap" that broke through the wind covered Tyre's eyes.

Caught off guard, it was dark, and Tyre was stunned for a moment.

Fan Peiyang was not in a daze, he punched Till hard on the head.

Tyre's head was knocked sideways, and his temples turned from reddish to bright red.

Fan Peiyang didn't stop, and he punched two times in succession.

Three times, four times, five times.

Fan Peiyang didn't count, but the spectators counted for him in their hearts, no canned food, no stationery tree, just fucking fists, cool.

At the same time, they also saw clearly that what covered Tire's eyes was precisely the half of the sleeve that Tire tore off before the battle.

Fan Peiyang's stationery tree can move cans through the air, so it is easy to manipulate this lighter fabric.But is this Fan Peiyang's temporary idea, or has he planned it long ago?

"Now I know where he hid the can..." Zhou Yunhui suddenly said.

Everyone followed his gaze, and in the same corner where the sleeve just flew over, there was a can lying quietly.

Obviously, it was hidden under the sleeve before the sleeve flew up. Visually measuring the length of the sleeve, it was just enough to cover three cans.

Now two have exploded, and one has not moved.

Sudden idea or long-planned plan?

No doubt.

Tyr tore off his sleeve and threw it casually. He definitely couldn't throw it that far. It was simply the end line pressing against the transparent wall.This is also the reason why Fan Peiyang used two cans. They haven't noticed the "source". They are hidden far away from the main visual area. When they suddenly fly in the air, even high-speed cameras may not be able to capture the trajectory.

The mystery of the canned food was solved, but the spectators fell silent.

Move your sleeves to the edge of the theater—this requires an accurate estimate of where the transparent wall is going to go.

Hide cans under your sleeves - this requires extremely fine telekinesis.

What's more, these manipulations happened right in front of their eyes, and they had no way of realizing it, including Tyr.

They are careless.

Tyre is underestimating the enemy.

And these are all within Fan Peiyang's available conditions.

What if it wasn't Tyre who fought against Fan Peiyang, but himself?

Everyone put forward the same hypothesis in their hearts, and the answer was strangely the same—unless it is absolutely necessary, don't pick such a difficult opponent, and make yourself unhappy.

Anticipation, manipulation, timing, exploiting loopholes...Fan Peiyang's intelligence may be A, but his combat quotient is definitely S.

Tang Lin was the only one among the spectators who was not distracted.

He doesn't care about Fan Peiyang's tactics and strategies, he only cares about the situation of the battle, and every blow Fan Peiyang may suffer.

On the battlefield at this moment, Tire had already reacted, tearing off his sleeve and tearing it to shreds.

In the meantime, Fan Peiyang punched again, the sixth time.

But the next fist was tightly grasped by Tyre, and he twisted it hard.

Tang Lin's breathing was stagnant.

This is the same method that broke his arm back then.

Fan Peiyang also frowned, this was the first time he frowned since the battle.

Tang Rin knew he was in pain.

But the worrying sound of fracture did not appear, Fan Peiyang insisted on resisting it, and the can in the corner flew over in the next second, bombarding Tyre's head like a shell.

Till didn't even look at it, he grabbed Fan Peiyang with one hand, and stretched out his other hand to slap him hard.

The incoming cans were sent flying, hit the transparent wall with a bang, and exploded.

"Damn, this is the last can!" The monk said angrily, really feeling anxious for Fan Peiyang.

Without the cans, it is equivalent to disarming, how can we fight?

He patted him on the shoulder five to five points: "It's not bad to be able to persist until now, whoever draws the last one."

That's what I said, but my heart is also complicated.Fan Peiyang definitely relied on hard power to fight until now. Till didn't hold back from him, especially in the second half, he rushed to "deal with" it.

"Who told you lazy people only have canned food?" Guan Lan said lightly, with playfulness and comfort.

The two were stunned for a moment, and before they could turn their eyes back to the battlefield, they heard a "bang" impact, but this sound was different from the impact of the cans before, as if there was a sound of glass breaking?

The two of them lost their minds, but the others didn't. They watched the whole process from beginning to end without missing a single detail.

At the same time that Tire was shooting the cans, Fan Peiyang's cell phone flew out of his trousers pocket like a brick, and hit the side of Tire's head with a "swoosh", but it was not a shot, but Hit it hard with one of the sharp corners.

Everyone suddenly realized that the third can was a cover-up, and what he really wanted to use was his mobile phone.

Fan Peiyang can only control two items at most at the same time, and it can be confirmed by now, but he can't stand up to other people's tricks.

The screen of the mobile phone was shattered at that time, and the fragments of the screen flew directly when it hit the corner, which can be distinguished by the naked eye. The force of this wave of attack is stronger than all the previous cans.

The duel has been going on for a long time, and Fan Peiyang's control is not only not weak, but even fucking improved.

Can you do whatever you want with physical strength S!

Everyone was amazed, and Tire was even more unprepared. After all, canned food was flying all over the field, and who would have thought that there would be new weapons.

As soon as the heart is surprised, the defense will be distracted. This is almost a chain reaction.

Fan Peiyang fought fiercely and the audience was waiting for this moment.

The previous attacks were just the accumulation of quantity, and victory or defeat depended on it.

The mobile phone is useless, and the fist is connected, and it is done in one go.

Another temple.

But this time he punched directly to the end, mobilized all his physical strength, and used the greatest strength since the battle, and beat Till's head hard to the transparent wall.

"Boom-"

The unprecedented loud impact almost made people think that the transparent wall was about to crack.Tire had beaten so many people away earlier, none of which was as heavy as his own bump.

Time freezes in an instant.

Fan Peiyang pushed Tier against the transparent wall with his fist, which seemed like a short moment, but also like a long year.

Finally, Fan Peiyang withdrew his fist, his joints were bloodshot: "The eighth blow."

Tyr was out of hearing.

He slid down against the transparent wall, and fell limply on the ground, his temple was bruised and swollen, a small opening was opened, and blood oozes out.

The bottom boss loses consciousness, and the transparent wall disappears.

The spectators were speechless for a while, because they lacked a sense of reality. They never thought that Fan Peiyang would win, let alone win in such a posture.

Instead of letting them express their feelings, they would rather hear what Fan Peiyang has to say.

The victor wiped the blood on the back of his hand, flattened the folds of his shirt, and dusted off his pants before turning to Tang Lin: "Get down."

Observer: "..."

Just report three words, do you want to make it so exquisite!

Tang Lin raised the small spray bottle in his hand: "There are no illusion tools, let's just use Yunnan Baiyao."

"No need." Fan Peiyang walked over and reached out to Zheng Luozhu.

The latter immediately handed over the coat.

Tang Lin's back was drenched with sweat, and it was slightly cold, but he couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from turning up.

Under the hood of a black coat, Mr. Fan took his seat, triumphant and dignified.

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