On the ring, an elder held the list of the competition in his hand and coughed lightly and then read out: "The rules of the clan competition are as follows: First, you are not allowed to use weapons, poisons and other evil means to sneak attacks. Second, you are not allowed to take human lives. Third, be careful.
If one party falls or admits defeat, the other party is not allowed to attack. If there is any violation, the clan rules will be punished. The first group of contestants will take the stage. Ye Fan and Ye Di are preparing for the second round."
After saying that, the elder walked off the stage, and then two young men, one tall and one short, jumped onto the stage.
After they both cupped their fists and exchanged names, Ye Fan knew that the taller boy was called Ye Yan and the shorter one was named Ye Zhong. Both of them were at the sixth level of foundation building. The difference was that Ye Yan was at the foundation building level.
The foundation is at the peak level of the sixth level, while Ye Zhong is at the early stage of the sixth level. If nothing unexpected happens in this battle, Ye Yan's chance of winning is obviously higher than that of Ye Zhong.
After the elder announced the start of the game, Ye Yan took the lead in attacking. His profound energy flowed to the soles of his feet and then he kicked out violently. The sharp wind from his legs made a subtle sound of breaking the air and kicked Ye Zhong, who was already in a defensive posture.
"Snapped."
The sole of his foot landed on Ye Zhong's raised arm, and there was a crisp sound. The powerful kick made Ye Zhong take a few steps back.
A blood-red mark bulged on his arm. He shook his numb arm. Ye Zhong took a wrong step and then rushed towards Ye Yan, fists falling like raindrops.
He knew that his cultivation was far behind Ye Yan, and if he just defended blindly, it would only be a matter of time before he failed. The only way Ye Zhong could win now was to attack.
Staring at Ye Zhong's fist, Ye Yan had no idea of evading it. His body surface glowed with a faint light, and traces of profound energy fluctuations spread out. His fingers were like claws, and his sharp claws cut through the air like the sharpness of an eagle.
Like a claw, it fell hard on the approaching fist.
"Stab." The sharp claws grabbed the fist, leaving five blood marks on it. The attack contained in the fist was easily resolved.
"Bang." The unyielding Ye Yan flew up and kicked Ye Zhong. Then he saw Ye Zhong's body flying uncontrollably into the air and then falling heavily to the table three meters away.
"Cough..." After struggling to get up, Ye Zhong, who was seriously injured, still coughed up a mouthful of blood. After the injury had calmed down slightly, Ye Zhong looked fierce and raised his fist to rush towards Ye Yan again.
A series of dull sounds of fists and palms suddenly came from the ring.
In the audience, Ye Fan looked at Ye Zhong who was completely defeated, and in his heart he had already brought this asymmetrical battle to an end.
Sure enough, after fighting for more than ten minutes, Ye Yan knocked Ye Zhong off the stage with one punch at the cost of some minor injuries, and won.
When the elder standing by the stage saw this, he jumped onto the stage and said: "Ye Yan won the first game, and the second game will begin. Ye Ling'er and Ye Lan are ready for the third game.
When the elder walked off the stage, Ye Fan walked up slowly. Ye Di, who was wearing a green shirt on the stage, looked at Ye Fan with a bitter face and resentful eyes.
"I've heard a long time ago that cousin Ye Fan defeated Liu Chen, the second genius of the Liu family. I didn't want to be so unlucky as to meet you in the first game today. When we fight later, cousin, please be gentle."
When Ye Fan heard this, he felt a little funny in his heart. This Ye Di was already at the early stage of the eighth level of foundation building. This kind of strength is considered top-notch among the younger generation of the Ye family. Unexpectedly, he met Ye Fan. What was even more unfortunate was that Ye Di
Fan Liu Chen, who had defeated Liu Chen at the mid-eighth level of foundation building two months ago, no wonder Ye Di's eyes were so resentful.
"My cousin was joking, it was just a competition. No matter who wins or loses, it will be a good experience for us."
Ye Fan's words were not deliberately concealed, so most people present heard them. Some of the elders couldn't help but praise him.
The purpose of this clan competition is nothing more than to allow the younger generation of clan members to have a clearer goal while seeing their abilities clearly. However, sometimes, young people are inevitably competitive and only focus on showing off themselves on stage.
But I forgot the original intention.
At Ye Fan's age, being able to see this clearly is enough for everyone to look at him with admiration.
"My cousin is right. In the past, I was blindfolded, seizing the day and night, and misinterpreting the meaning of this clan competition. Then, I will go all out in the next battle."
As soon as Ye Di finished speaking, a pair of eyes became sharp. The luster on his body surged, and in the next moment, his figure rushed out. A straight punch hit Ye Fan without any cost.
The biting wind made Ye Fan's robes squeak, and in his eyes, his fists grew larger inch by inch. Ye Fan took a deep breath and didn't pay attention to the fist on his chest at all. He slashed at Ye Di's face.
The fierce force was as heavy as a mountain, making Ye Di breathless. This palm was so solid that he was afraid that he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die. With this thought in his mind, it would be difficult for Ye Di to form an effective attack on Ye Fan.
Offensive. The fist punched out was blocked in front of Ye Fan's palm. He was worried, and the momentum on the fist was already three points weaker.