Urban Madness

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Afraid of dirty hands?

Hearing this, Jin Junxian was taken aback for a moment, showing a dazed expression on his face.

At this time, Ye Fan continued to speak:

"Huh... you are the best among scumbags, even the pit that has not been washed for thousands of years is much cleaner than you! Your little strength, dare to show off in China?"

"The universe is so big, do you know the geometry? The sky is so high, how many weights do you step on? In my eyes, you are the trash among the trash. If you touch you, I feel unlucky!"

"So next, I will not'hands on', but like an ant, crushing you to death with my feet!"

Ye Fan's voice was sonorous and vigorous.

Hearing these words, the audience in the audience was full of enthusiasm, and the morale that had been sluggish was reinvigorated.

"Hahaha... buddy, good scolding! You said everything in my heart!"

"Come on! Give these Yelang arrogant Koreans, a little bit of color!"

"Fight to death! See if they dare to be arrogant in the future!"

...

On the other side, Jin Junxian, who was pushed to the cusp of the storm, turned blue and white, which was even more ugly than eating shit.

He seemed to have been greatly humiliated, and he was trembling with anger, and the blood in his chest seemed to boil and burn.

No one has ever dared to provoke him like Ye Fan.

The terrible anger made him almost lose his mind.

The next moment, Jin Junxian's eyes were red, staring at Ye Fan, wishing to swallow him alive, gritted his teeth and said: "Huh...I want to see how you beat me with your feet!"

As he said, he tensed his body, ready to go, ready to launch a thunderous blow.

"Wait!"

Ye Fan suddenly stopped.

"Smelly boy, why... death is approaching, do you still want to ask for mercy?" Jin Junxian shouted sharply.

"No no no!"

Ye Fan shook his finger and said lightly: "If you are alone, you are not worthy of being my opponent! Let the remaining three Korean players play together! I will pick you up!"

His voice is flat and straightforward, without any waves, as if it is expounding some justified facts.

But these simple words are like a huge boulder hitting the calm water surface, causing a wave of waves and causing an uproar in the court.

In the eyes of the audience, if Ye Fan can beat Jin Junxian, he would save his face.

If you can accomplish the feat of "one wear and four", it will be equivalent to a hero of Huahai University, who will turn the tide and be worshipped.

No one could imagine that Ye Fan was not satisfied with this at all, and he uttered wild words, propaganda must challenge the entire Seoul National University team with one person.

One vs four!

crazy!

In the eyes of others, he is simply a total lunatic, forcibly increasing the difficulty of himself.

However, some people secretly speculated in their hearts that since Ye Fan dared to say such things under the eyes of the public, there might really be some killer tricks at the bottom of the box.

A pretender without strength is a fool!

But the powerful pretender is awesome!

If Ye Fan can really do it, it will become a true legend for future generations to chant!

...

At the same time, Jin Junxian hurriedly smiled and said: "I don't know the height of the sky! Boy, if you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you!"

As he said, he waved his hand to the three Seoul National University contestants on the side of the ring.

Upon seeing this, the three of them suddenly understood, jumped onto the ring, surrounded Ye Fan in a triangular offensive, murderous and extremely sturdy.

At this moment, Jin Junxian made a stubborn mouth, and in an imperative tone, he instructed the three of them: "You three, do it first, give him some color!"

Jin Junxian was not sure of Ye Fan's strength, so he was going to let the other three people go first, and he carefully observed Ye Fan's moves next to him, looking for the best way to fight.

"Yes, Young Master!"

The three of them said in unison.

Although the three of them are not Jin Junxian's subordinates, the identity of Jin Junxian lies there.

The president of the Seoul National University Student Union, the son of the chairman of LG Group, and the closed disciple of Lee Jong Hyuk, the first Taekwondo person in Korea!

Any identity is terrifying!

To be able to fawn to such a big and young, for the three of them, it is a chance to make progress!

"Huh!" "Huh!" "Huh!"

Three sharp gazes cut out like a sharp blade and pierced Ye Fan.

One of them took the initiative to take a step forward, and said fiercely: "Hua Xia boy, you shouldn't be wrong, you shouldn't mess with Young Master Jin! If you were in Korea, you would have been a dead body!"

Immediately afterwards, the man looked at the other two and said, "Let's do it together, let this kid pay the price of blood, and apologize to Jin Shao! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

As soon as the voice fell, the three of them shot almost at the same time, their figures were like arrows from the string, attacking every part of Ye Fan's body.

Although their strength is not as good as Jin Junxian, they are better than Choi Bingxuan who is ranked first.

Under Han's anger, there was no mercy from any of his men, vowing to severely wound Ye Fan.

In the face of these menacing three men, Ye Fan still stood in place, rooting at his feet, motionless, and had no intention of dodge.

And his hands were also tied behind his back, unable to make any defensive posture.

In the eyes of the three Goryeo warriors, Ye Fan was obviously frightened, and he didn't even have time to react.

A guy who binds his hands is like fish on a chopping board and can only be slaughtered.

If the three of them work together and can't deal with Ye Fan like this, then just buy a piece of tofu and kill him.

Just at this very moment, something incredible happened—

Ye Fan's body turned out to be like magic, disappearing out of thin air, as if it had never existed before.

Immediately afterwards, the three Goryeo warriors' hairs stood up, as if they were being stared at by some terrifying beast. The killing aura made their blood solidify, and their souls trembled.

A strong death threat was close at hand, as if death had raised his sickle and pressed it against their necks.

They subconsciously wanted to escape, but it was too late.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Three deafening collisions, like thunders, burst into the ears of everyone in the stadium.

Immediately afterwards, in the eyes of everyone, the bodies of the three Koryo warriors, as if being hit by a high-speed train, flew out more than ten meters in an instant, and then fell together like a stack of arhats.

Looking into the distance, the lower abdomen of the three of them was dented, and the ribs were broken for an unknown amount of time. It was obvious that they had been severely injured in the same way.

Before he could even make a scream, he fainted and didn't know his life or death.

At this moment, Ye Fan appeared abruptly on the spot again, his hands still tied behind his back, his body was not stained with dust, and his face still had a harmless smile on his face, as if the matter just now had nothing to do with him.

...

For a while, there was silence in the venue, and the needle drop was audible, and there was deathly silence.

Everyone was dumbfounded, dumbfounded, as if petrified, even their breathing was stagnant.

This scene that happened before them caused an unprecedented visual impact and a shock to their hearts.

fast!

Too fast!

It took only two or three seconds from the time the three Goryeo warriors took their hands to when they were kicked into the air.

The audience thought it was a fierce fierce battle, but it was an overwhelming battle.

The strength of both sides is not at the same level at all.

It took more than half a minute for the audience to recover from the shock, but then asked blankly:

"What happened just now? Did anyone see it clearly?"

"I don't know! I only saw Ye Fan suddenly disappeared, and then the three Koreans flew out. He should have done it!"

"Nonsense! Of course it is him! But how did he do it?"

"Is there any video playback? Slow it down several times!"

At this moment, Jin Junxian turned his head and looked at Ye Fan. Although his face remained calm, his trembling body exposed the waves in his heart.

"Little...boy, you...what exactly did you use just now?!"

Jin Junxian stammered, with a bit of fear that was hard to conceal.

Even he did not see Ye Fan's movements clearly, and could only barely capture a vague afterimage.

Hearing this, Ye Fan shrugged innocently and said:

"I didn't use any tricks, I just kicked a few feet at random! It's just...the three guys are too weak, they are not able to withstand a single blow! They fell down before I tried hard!"