Urban Madness

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Ye Fan's loud and loud voice resounded through the audience, and there was an unparalleled will between the lines.

One word stirred up waves!

All the audience in the venue were dumbfounded, and the words just now echoed in their minds——

"In my eyes, you are rubbish, and all of them are not enough for me to warm up!"

overbearing!

It's too domineering!

Everyone had never expected that Ye Fan would be so big, completely not paying attention to the genetic warrior.

On the other side, the six genetic warriors of the Tsarist Kingdom seemed to have received great humiliation, gritted their teeth with anger, breathed fire in their eyes, and stared at Ye Fan viciously.

If the look in his eyes could hurt people, Ye Fan would have been battered and exhausted!

Before, the Tsarist Kingdom had specifically analyzed Ye Fan's strength. He believed that although he possessed many powerful magical powers, he could defeat two or three genetic warriors at most, and it was absolutely impossible to fight one enemy six!

Now that Ye Fan's declaration has severely trampled on all their dignity, how can this make them bear?

"Ho **** ho ho!"

The scar-faced man uttered a roar, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Smelly boy, how dare we humiliate our genetic warrior, I will blast through your chest, squeeze your bones, and beat you into the flesh!"

"Haha! Who knows how to play awesome? Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, you have the ability to see the truth!"

Ye Fan said, turning his head to look at Xie Jinyuan, Qin Zhengyang, and Tang Long, and said, "You back, I will meet them!"

"General Ye, are you really going to fight one against six?" Xie Jinyuan looked incredible. He thought Ye Fan was just talking, but he didn't expect it to be true.

"General Ye, these genetic warriors can enter the team competition. They are definitely the strong ones among the strong. Don't be careless, let us help!" Qin Zhengyang also said.

It's not that they didn't have confidence in Ye Fan, but that their opponents were too strong, and they must have been run-in and coordinated with each other. Various abilities cooperated and complemented each other, and they were terrifying.

"Really no need!" Ye Fan shook his head and said with a relaxed smile: "You are responsible for shouting 666 beside you!"

...

Call 666?

Upon hearing this, the three of them were taken aback for a moment, then showed a strange expression, and said in their hearts:

You should be playing LOL, you can score points in power leveling, and you won’t get a package to win!

But seeing Ye Fan had said so, they couldn't hold on to anything, and immediately retreated 100 meters.

Seeing this scene, the scar-faced man grinned and said: "China boy, you are even more mad than Lao Tzu, today I will kill your prestige and let you know what the real power is!"

"Cracking!"

Suddenly, the bones and muscles of the scarred man thundered and made a sound like firecrackers.

His body swelled abruptly, abruptly soaring more than ten centimeters, nearly three meters, like a Titan.

Even the basketball stars in the NBA are like dwarfs compared to him.

The aura of the scar-faced man has also changed, as if a fierce beast in his body has awakened.

He was injected with ant genes, not ordinary ants, but the most bloodthirsty and brutal marching ants.

In South America and Africa, there is a kind of marching ants, also known as legion ants, which constantly move, find and eat their prey from the very beginning, and live in groups. Generally, there are one or two million in a group.

This kind of ant has strong jaws and has a much stronger bite force than ordinary ants. When preying, they will form different offensive teams to cooperate and fight, just like professional soldiers with powerful arms, hence the name.

In terms of the degree of terror, even beasts such as lions, tigers, and bears cannot be compared with marching ants.

In World War II, when the famous warrior "Desert Fox" Rommel was repeatedly defeated by the British army led by Marshal Montgomery, in order to save the defeat, he sent an elite force to travel long distances through the primitive jungles of Africa in an attempt to retreat. A surprise attack on the enemy's rear.

This elite force is led by the famous general Sim, with a total of 1,800 people. After entering the primitive jungle, Sim maintains radio contact with Rommel regularly every day.

But after three days, Rommel never received any signal from Sim. After that, Rommel sent another army to search in the jungle. At an unknown lake, they saw a scene in horror. ——

On the endless ground, there are skeletons and skeletons. Not only skin, flesh, hair, but also everything containing fiber and protein, nothing is left, but weapons, watches, metal buttons, glasses, etc. are intact. Lossless.

In addition to these human bones, many huge ant carcasses were also found on the scene.

The identity of the "murderer" is self-evident, it is the legendary marching ant!

...

In the underground ring, the man with the scarred face revealed a strong blood that cannot be removed. In his hands, it is not known how many people died.

Even though they were far away, the surrounding audience still felt the horror in it, with their hair standing up and their backs feeling cold.

If ordinary people face such a horrible existence, I am afraid that they will be frightened immediately.

"Boy, go to hell!"

The scar-faced man let out a roar, his figure resembling a cannonball coming out of the barrel, carrying a force of destruction, rushing towards Ye Fan.

"Stab!"

His fists tore the air, the sound of sonic boom resounded through the audience, and one punch blasted out, shaking the earth and swaying the mountains above sea level, not to mention a mortal body, even the mountains could not stop it.

"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, the three of Xie Jinyuan from behind couldn't help sucking in air-conditioning, and their bodies were shocked like an electric shock.

They secretly said in their hearts: If they face this punch, they can't resist it, they will definitely be blown up on the spot.

However, Ye Fan still stood in place, did not dodge or hide, did not even frown, and said lightly:

"Just like an ant!"

With that, Ye Fan slowly stretched out his right fist and pushed forward, as if he was about to fist with the scarfaced man.

However, his movements are light and soft, seemingly harmless.

"court death!"

A cruel smile appeared on the face of the scar-faced man, as if he had seen Ye Fan's horror being beaten to death by himself.

You know, Ye Fan defeated the first person in Taekwondo, the High Priest of the Pyramid Kingdom, and the Seven Sea Gods of Atlantis before.

If you can beat him to death, you will definitely become famous in one battle, and it will be a mega power!

Thinking of this, the Scarface Man made full use of the marching ant genes to increase his strength to the limit.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the two fists finally collided in midair.

"boom!"

The invisible shock wave, like a volcanic eruption, spread in all directions, and there were clearly visible ripples in the air.

Xie Jinyuan and the others, who were struggling away, seemed to be in a twelfth-level storm, and they could only avoid being blown away by doing their best.

Just the aftermath that leaked out is so powerful that it is hard to imagine the terrifying pressure the two head-to-head face.

...

"Crack! Click! Click..."

There was a clear sound of bone fragmentation, which was particularly harsh in the field.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw the scarred man retreating seventeen or eight steps one after another, and his right fist, right arm, and right shoulder all shattered, dripping with blood and broken bones.

Such a terrifying injury is shocking.

On the other hand, Ye Fan still stood in place, motionless, and his jumpsuit was never messy. His understatement seemed to be a trivial thing.

After the punch, the victory is divided.

At this moment, the arrogant man with the scarred face was no longer his previous arrogance. The intense pain made his facial features distorted, his face was full of horror, his vest was soaked in cold sweat, as if he had walked in a ghost door.

He even had a strong hunch that if Ye Fan's punch hit his chest just now, he would have been turned into a corpse, and he would have died completely.

terror!

so horrible!

The scar-faced man looked at Ye Fan from a distance, his eyes were cracked, and he let out a hoarse roar: "Boy, what is going on? I have injected the genes of marching ants, and my strength has reached the limit of human beings. How can you win? Pass me?"

"Humph!"

Ye Fan let out a sneer, his spine straightened, and an aura of contemplation erupted from his body, and said proudly: "You are stronger, I am stronger than you! You are fierce, I am stronger than you! I, Ye Fan, treat all kinds of dissatisfaction!"