Urban Madness

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Ye Fan's voice was not very loud, straightforward and calm, as if he was telling something that was taken for granted.

However, these words were like a huge rock hitting the calm water surface, stirring up a thousand waves, causing an uproar in the arena.

Yang Jingjing, Fatty Dong and others all looked at him with an incredible look.

What a joke!

10% strength, how is this possible? !

At the same time, Yang Ting's face was extremely gloomy, and the blue veins on his forehead were erected, and his anger was beyond renewed.

There is no doubt that this is the most arrogant words he has ever heard in his life!

I have seen someone who pretends to be so forceful!

Yang Ting secretly said in his heart that if the Oscar adds an award for the best costume, Ye Fan will definitely be able to win the prize with just that sentence.

You know, just now he really used half of his strength.

But Ye Fan claimed that he could force him back seven steps with only 10% of his strength.

Doesn't this mean that Ye Fan's power is far better than him?

Yang Ting did not believe that there would be such a terrifying power in this world, even if the legendary Li Yuanba reincarnated, I am afraid it would not be possible.

The next moment, Yang Ting looked at Ye Fan and sneered: "Huh...boy, Hugh is going to bluff, do you think I was scared? With the punch just now, you absolutely used all your strength!"

"It's useless to say more! If you don't believe it, you can try again!" Ye Fan said lightly.

"Just to my liking!"

Yang Ting shouted violently, and then his figure soared, like an angry dragon going out to sea, soaring up, alarming the situation, howling ghosts!

Immediately afterwards, he launched another offensive.

But this time, he didn't keep any hands anymore, and he used all his strength without hesitation.

...

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

In an instant, Yang Ting blasted hundreds of punches. The target was directed at the vital points of Ye Fan's body, and almost blocked all his dodge positions, vowing to beat this arrogant boy to death.

However, Yang Ting couldn't think of it, Ye Fan didn't mean to dodge at all, and even closed his eyes, not looking at the shadow of the sky full of fists at all, but relied on instinct to fight back.

The next moment, Ye Fan's double fists drew out afterimages in midair. The speed was so fast that it completely exceeded the limit of the naked eye.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

A series of intensive physical collisions resounded like a violent storm.

This level of battle has refreshed everyone's perception of "powerfulness".

The high-intensity fierce battle lasted for several minutes.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a shrill scream cut through the sky, deafening.

Everyone saw Yang Ting violently retreat back, opening the distance from Ye Fan.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Looking into the distance, I saw Yang Tingzheng panting heavily. The pores on his body were like an opened water valve, and his body was soaked with sweat, as if he had been fished out from a pan just now.

His facial features are even more twisted together, extremely hideous, and he is suffering from great pain.

What was even more shocking was that Yang Ting's two arms were showing abnormal distortions, like twists.

The fists were bone-bone, dripping with blood, shocking, and apparently suffered an unprecedented hit.

On the other side, Ye Fan was still standing with his hands in his hands, with a calm look, unharmed, even the corners of his clothes were not messy.

It seemed that the high-intensity fierce battle just now didn't make him interested.

"This... how is this possible? My brother... how could he lose?!"

Not far away, Yang Jingjing's lips fluttered, horrified.

A chill pours from the soles of the feet to the heavenly spirit cover, as if to freeze her blood and soul.

Before, Ye Fan said that he only used 10% of his strength.

At that time, no one believed what he said, all thought he was bragging.

But now, everyone realized that Ye Fan was really not joking.

Weakness limits their imagination!

If Yang Ting is the Hunshi Demon King, then Ye Fan is a peerless murderer!

God blocks and kills gods, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!

...

"Stick!"

"Stick!"

"Stick!"

Suddenly, Ye Fan took a step forward and walked towards Yang Ting.

In this dead silence, his footsteps seemed particularly abrupt.

As for Yang Ting's face, no longer the arrogant arrogance he had before, on the contrary, there was a little more inconceivable fear.

Yes, it is fear!

For the first time in his life, Yang Ting, who has always been domineering, domineering, and fearless, tasted the taste of fear.

And in his mind, he couldn't figure out how.

why?

what is this? !

Yang Ting has absolute confidence in his strength.

Born to be supernatural!

Such a talented person is rare in a century. Looking at the entire land of China, it is also rare.

Coupled with the guidance of a famous teacher, Yang Ting is ready to show off his skills and let the entire China know his reputation.

But now, he is defeated, completely defeated!

If he loses to Ye Fan in other ways, he is not so difficult to accept.

But just now, he could feel that Ye Fan didn't use any mysterious moves, he was heading to him from beginning to end, without fancy, crushing him with absolute power.

Yang Ting's fist hit Ye Fan's body as if it were tickling.

However, Ye Fan's fist banged, making him feel pain deep into his bones, his skin spattered and blood dripping, unable to resist.

Such an exaggerated strength gap made him totally unacceptable.

The next moment, Yang Ting suddenly raised his head, looking at Ye Fan and let out a low growl: "Boy, who are you, how can you be so strong?!"

"Ha ha……"

Hearing this, Ye Fan smiled and said calmly: "Yang Ting, it's not that I am too strong, but you are too weak! You don't know anything about strength!"

...

"boom!"

Ye Fan's words were like a blockbuster that exploded in Yang Ting's ears.

If others said that, Yang Ting would definitely sneer, and then blast the opponent's head with his iron fist.

At this moment, Ye Fan's words made him unable to refute, but he felt insignificant.

There are people outside, there are heaven outside!

The power he has been proud of for more than two decades turned out to be so vulnerable.

All his pride and dignity were crushed by Ye Fan.

"Ho **** ho ho!"

Suddenly, Yang Ting roared from his throat like a beast in a dead end.

Seeing his crazy appearance, Ye Fan's eyes were cold, like a judge in charge of life and death, and he said sharply:

"Yang Ting, give you two choices! Either abolish your Dantian and get out of Huahai! Or-die!"

"boom!"

As soon as the voice fell, a substantive murderous aura came out, pressing toward Yang Ting overwhelmingly.

For a moment, Yang Ting's hairs stood up and his whole body was taut, as if Death had raised his sickle and pressed it against his neck.

However, he would not accept either of these two choices.

For a warrior, abolishing his dantian is equivalent to becoming a waste.

The power once possessed is completely lost, and the sense of huge gap is enough to make anyone collapse.

Thinking of this, Yang Ting gritted his teeth and said, "Smelly boy, don't be arrogant! I admit that you are stronger than me, but you can't move me!"

"My grandfather, but Hong Yi’s leading boss, the emperor of the underground world, stomped the entire Huahai three times! And my master is a peerless powerhouse in the Hidden Sejong Gate, dominating the world, Pick the stars with just one hand, the ghosts and gods will make you easy!"

"If you dare to kill me, you will never die--"

Before Yang Ting finished a sentence, his voice stopped abruptly.

Because suddenly there was a big hand on his neck, which was like iron tongs, firmly strangling his throat, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't make any noise.

And the owner of this big hand is Ye Fan!

Even with Yang Ting's powerful strength, he couldn't capture Ye Fan's figure.

Yang Tinggang wanted to struggle, but he saw Ye Fan's eyes and his body was shocked.

What kind of eyes are they?

overbearing! Kill! Howling! ruthless!

It's like a Shura from under the Nine Nethers, as if one look can destroy the world, and it is frightening and frightening.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan's cold voice sounded again:

"Yang Ting, the grandfather and master who are regarded as gods by you are worthless in my eyes! The more you threaten me, I will try!"