Urban Madness

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In the underground ring.

Ye Fan drew God Lei, shaking the sky with a sword, like a god.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

That shocking scene was forever engraved in the depths of the souls of all warriors in the field, completely subverting their inherent concepts.

Even if decades later, they will probably not forget the sight of "nine days of thunder breaking through the sky" just now.

"This son is too terrifying! If you don't die, in a few years, the whole world will be trampled under his feet!" A foreign warrior said with emotion.

"Inspiring Nine Heavens Thunder, such supernatural powers, I'm afraid it has reached the realm of gods!"

"Too powerful! Next, if you encounter the Huaxia delegation, immediately abstain and don't want to be an enemy!"

"If you fight alone, the mecha warriors of the Zeus team may not be able to win him!"

Before the game started, most of the warriors who watched the game were more optimistic about the Tsarist delegation.

On the one hand, the tsarist state has an advantage in numbers.

On the other hand, in addition to Ye Fan, China's other three are obviously weaker.

But everyone did not expect that Ye Fan went solo, crushing six genetic warriors with an overwhelming advantage.

The gap between the two sides seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of water.

More importantly, after such a high-intensity fierce battle, Ye Fan is still unscathed and able to do so, it seems that there is still no killer.

He seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mystery, unfathomable.

...

In the underground ring.

The five genetic warriors, chameleon, tortoise, pointed-tailed Swift, Taipan snake, and electric eel, all died and died.

The scar-faced man who was the first to explode his right arm managed to survive.

"Stab!"

Ye Fan's sharp gaze was like a divine sword overcoming obstacles, shooting out, and there seemed to be invisible electric sparks in the air.

The scarred man was shocked. If he received an electric shock, his face was no longer arrogant. Instead, he was filled with fear and horror. An aura called "despair" penetrated into every pore, almost to him Swallow.

At this moment, he was like fish on a chopping board, without any ability to fight back, he could only be killed by Ye Fan.

"Gudong!"

The scar-faced man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then without any hesitation, he knelt down on his knees, bowed his head, and shouted: "I surrender! I surrender on behalf of the Tsarist kingdom, please... please don't kill me! "

His voice is humble, like a faithful dog wagging his tail.

According to the rules of the game, if one party concedes defeat, the other party shall not play another killer.

But the rules are dead, and people live.

Now Ye Fan is like a **** and controls life and death. Even if he doesn't follow the rules and kills him directly, he won't be punished.

After all, a dead person is of no value, and no one will speak for a corpse.

Ye Fan looked down at the scar-faced man, with a look of contempt and disdain, and said coldly:

"Get out! Kill you, dirty my hands!"

Hearing this, the Scarfaced Man didn't feel any dissatisfaction. On the contrary, he fleeed like a pardon.

At this point, the showdown between China and the Tsar has finally ended.

To be more precise, it was Ye Fan alone VS six genetic warriors.

In the previous three individual knockout matches, Ye Fan defeated powerful enemies one after another, and even broke the undefeated golden body of Atlantis Protoss, and became famous.

And now this battle has brought his prestige to its peak.

Everyone looked at him, full of reverence, and would never be contemptuous because of his age.

There is no shortage of genius in this world!

Even if it is one in a million, you can find thousands in the world.

In fact, those who can represent the country to participate in the martial arts conference are the top martial arts geniuses of each country.

Want to set foot on the ring here, has gone through layers of screening.

However, among geniuses, there are also three or six or nine classes.

There is no doubt that Ye Fan is a genius among geniuses!

At the age of a weak crown, to achieve such martial arts achievements, there is no one in the past, no one in the future, and it is compelling.

In this way, many of the rhetoric that Ye Fan said before seemed appropriate, not exaggerating, but seeking truth from facts.

Even the members of the Huaxia delegation looked incredible and felt like they were dreaming.

"General Ye, how exactly did you cultivate? Compared to you, thank you, I have lived on a dog for decades!" Xie Jinyuan said with emotion.

He had cultivated for more than forty years, and finally reached the peak strength of the Profound Realm.

But Ye Fan was young, under twenty, but stood on top of the world.

People are more angry than people!

"General Ye, I want to worship you as a teacher!" Qin Zhengyang said loudly.

"Hehe...I said earlier that General Ye is an invincible existence!" Tang Long had seen Ye Fan's scene of awe-inspiring Japanese warriors, and he had a blind presence towards Ye Fan.

"Okay, okay, I'm a little embarrassed about what you said! Although we won this round, our goal is the champion, remember not to take it lightly!" Ye Fan reminded.

"Huh!" Everyone nodded.

...

Next, the game continues.

A few hours later, the team competition of the first group finally ended, and many countries were eliminated.

Soon, various countries sent representatives to draw lots. This time Ye Fan was lucky. He was drawn to a small country from Africa. Only one soldier survived.

The warrior realized that his opponent was Huaxia, and thought of Ye Fan's horrible record before, so scared to death, he directly chose to abstain.

The other games were also carried out in an orderly manner.

After a long time, after a group of duels, most of the countries were eliminated.

But the surviving fighters did not leave, but stayed near the ring, looking forward to the ultimate duel.

However, this global martial arts convention has been carried out so far, and the Zeus team of the United States has not even fought a battle.

Whenever a player or a national team meets them, they directly choose to abstain and dare not be an enemy at all.

On the Atlantis Protoss side, it's actually the same.

Except for Ye Fan's defeat of a Seven Sea God General, the others also abstained when they met.

Finally, there are only four countries left in the end—

The United States, Atlantis, China, Germany.

Among them, there were only two people left in Germany, and they were seriously injured, which can be described as "soft persimmons."

Ye Fan stepped forward to draw the lot again, praying secretly in his heart, hoping to draw Germany.

In this case, the Atlantis Protoss can consume the strength of the United States, and it can also relieve Ye Fan a lot of pressure.

However, the day did not fulfill the wishes.

Ye Fan's number card was 1, Germany was 2, and America was also 2.

That is to say, the next Chinese delegation will fight the legendary Atlantis Protoss.

Seeing this result, Ye Fan's face felt helpless.

Even if you draw directly to the United States, it is better than this result.

Now that, if China wants to win the championship, it must first fight the Atlantis Protoss in a grand battle, and then drag the dead body to challenge the complete Zeus team.

If you compare this to a game, the difficulty is definitely **** level!

Before, Ye Fan defeated the Seven Seas God General, but it was a single fight.

Now facing nine strong people, and the strength of the three of Xie Jinyuan is far worse, they can't provide him with help at all, and Ye Fan will have to protect the three of them if necessary.

For a time, even Ye Fan felt unprecedented pressure.

Xie Jinyuan, Qin Zhengyang, and Tang Long also had extremely solemn expressions.

"General Ye, we will do our best, and we won't hold you back!" Xie Jinyuan said solemnly.

"That's right!" Qin Zhengyang nodded, his body exploded with an astonishing aura, his eyes gleaming, as if he was setting aside life and death, he said every word: "The fate of a soldier is to die on the battlefield! From the day he joined the army, I am ready, no matter who the enemy is, there is nothing to fear!"

"The loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains, why not return the horse leather shroud? Our Chinese warriors may be defeated, but they will never be defeated!" Tang Long said.

"well said!"

Ye Fan also had a lofty ambition in his heart, his blood boiled, and his voice was thunderous: "Masters, the glory of China lies on the shoulders of us! This battle can only be won, not defeated!"