"call--"
These three punches were powerful, fast and fierce.
Ye Fan was immediately in front of Miyamoto.
Miyamoto's face changed drastically, and he had no time to dodge, so he could only block Ye Fan's fist with both hands.
"boom--"
There was a loud noise, smoke filled the sky, and the energy was so strong that people couldn't help but squint their eyes.
No one could see clearly what happened.
Lu Qing and the others could only hear coughing sounds coming from the dust.
After a while, they finally saw the battle situation clearly. When Miyamoto withstood Ye Fan's punch, all the ground within ten meters shattered with the two people as the center of the circle.
The momentum is terrifying.
The power of a punch is comparable to the explosion of a cannonball.
Miyamoto was far away from the center of the battle, his feet made two ravines on the ground, his mouth was full of blood, his arms were lowered, and he was half-kneeling on the ground in a very miserable state.
His whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and the whole audience could hear his rapid breathing.
His arms were broken, his ribs were broken, and his internal organs were severely damaged. Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru didn't even have the strength to struggle, let alone fight one more time.
And Ye Fan stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, like a god who could not be offended.
Miyamoto stared at Ye Fan, as viciously as a poisonous snake.
He really couldn't imagine that Ye Fan was vulnerable a week ago, how could he hurt himself now?
What happened this week?
Could it be that Ye Fan also broke through to the ground level?
But even if Ye Fan breaks through, he can't hurt himself. You know, he was in a small state ten years ago. If he wants to abuse him, he will abuse Ye Fan.
Miyamoto couldn't figure it out, his blood rushed to his heart, and another mouthful of old blood spurted out.
"flutter!"
The whole place was dead silent.
No one spoke, and even breathing seemed to have stopped.
Except for Ye Fan, all the spectators, including Lu Qing, Murong Sanqian, Qianye Yui, etc., felt as if they were struck by lightning, looking at this extremely shocking scene.
Yamamoto Jiro and several others from the Yang Kingdom even took off their glasses and rubbed their eyes vigorously. They thought they were dazzled.
Who is Miyamoto?
He was a master of the realm, one of the top ten sword masters. A week ago, he swept through the entire Nanling Martial Arts League by himself and severely damaged Ye Fan's master.
But how could they not be shocked when the master who was killing everyone like this was defeated with one punch by Ye Fan, who was said to be crippled?
"Impossible, this is impossible!"
"The palace is originally in the earth realm, and Ye Fan is in the mysterious realm. How can he win?"
"Did something happen just now..."
After reacting, Lu Qing muttered to himself, unable to believe or accept this scene.
Murong Sanqian and the others' mouths were also dry, and the excitement just now turned bitter. At the same time, their cheeks felt extremely hot.
"You lose!"
Ye Fan looked at Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru and smiled: "But you are honored to die in such a beautiful place as Wutong Mountain."
"Why, why..."
Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru growled: "A week ago, you were vulnerable, how come you are stronger than me now?"
"Thank you for this."
Ye Fan said calmly: "In the battle of Nanling Martial League, you injured me, but you also allowed me to break through."
"Sure enough, you have indeed broken through the realm. At this age, reaching the realm is rare. You are very strong."
Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru felt a little uncomfortable: "It's just not right..."
"Even if you break through to the ground level, your foundation is not stable, so logically you shouldn't be my opponent."
He stared at Ye Fan: "I am a small accomplished person."
"I'm sorry, I passed two levels in a row. I am now a master of the realm."
Ye Fan leaned down and whispered in Miyamoto's ear:
"Of course, this realm is not yet stable. It is impossible to crush you easily. Even a tie may have variables. After all, you have too much practical experience."
"I can't help but say that I have the ability to fight with you."
"But as soon as you took action, I knew that you were injured in the last battle."
"Although it is not fatal to the body, fighting for a long time will reduce your strength and speed."
"So I hide my strength, keep dodging and draining your energy, and then I will surprise you and punch you with all my strength."
Ye Fan stood up straight: "The truth is as I expected, you can't withstand my thunder blow."
Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru's eyelids jumped when he heard this, and then he became angry: "You are so cunning and shameless."
"What kind of cunning is this? It's just making use of strengths and avoiding weaknesses."
Ye Fan smiled noncommittally: "If I want to say shameless, I should talk about you."
"You think I don't know. In the last battle with the Nanling Martial Alliance, in addition to saving people, your purpose was to kill me."
"It's just that you found out that Dugu Shang and I were too powerful and caused you internal injuries. We were still outnumbered, so you showed the magnanimity of sparing my life for the time being."
"For you, bloodbathing the entire Nanling Martial Arts League is much more glorious and glorious than bullying a rookie like you, a famous expert like me."
"As for the Wutong Mountain War Letter you issued earlier, it was just a cover to cover up your bloodbath of the Nanling Martial Alliance."
He directly stated Miyamoto’s thoughts at the time:
"If my guess is correct, after Ling Qianshui died and you found out that I was the president, you wanted to take action on the Nanling Martial Alliance."
"Not only do you want to kill me as the president, you also want to bloodbath the Nanling Martial Arts League...kill the chickens to scare the monkeys."
Ye Fan smiled calmly: "right?"
Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru's body shook violently, and he stared at Ye Fan fiercely: "You deserve to die."
"It's a pity that you are the one dying now."
Ye Fan took a step forward, raised his right foot, and trampled Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru, who was half kneeling on the ground, to the ground.
Yamamoto Jiro was extremely angry: "Baga!"
Chiba Yui and others were also filled with grief and anger. What could be better than having their idol trampled on the ground and humiliated by someone they hated.
"asshole!"
Lu Qing was also very angry watching this scene, looking at Mamoru Miyamoto being stepped on by Ye Fan.
The one she hoped would win, Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru, was being stepped on by Ye Fan like a dog.
But Ye Fan, who was looked down upon by her, stepped on Miyamoto like a winner.
This scene is like a dream, shouldn't this scene be the other way around?
"This battle must be over."
Ye Fan stepped on Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru's throat.
"Stop! Stop!"
Before Yamamoto Jiro and others could rush to save people, Lu Qing stood up in anger and shouted:
"Ye Fan, stop it!"
"You are too insidious and shameless. You are no match for Mr. Miyamoto."
"Do you dare to say that you can defeat Mr. Miyamoto in an honest and fair manner?"
To be continued...