Ye Fan took the lead and walked at the front, heading towards the giant underground arena.
Xie Jinyuan, Qin Zhengyang, and Tang Long followed closely behind.
Soon, members of the Chinese delegation were the first to enter.
Ye Fan turned around and asked loudly: "We have only one goal in participating in the martial arts conference this time - the championship! No matter who the opponent is, whether it is the United States, the Atlantis Protoss, or the Tsarist Kingdom
That’s fine, as long as they block the way, then crush them. Do you have confidence?”
"have!"
The three of them spoke in unison and let out an earth-shaking roar. The sound waves soared into the sky and almost dispersed the clouds in the sky.
When two armies are fighting, the most important thing is momentum.
There is an old saying in the art of war: one can make a big move, then it will weaken again, and three times it will be exhausted.
If you are timid before fighting, even if you are stronger than the enemy, you may capsize in the gutter.
And with a last-ditch mentality, it is very possible to fight back.
In Ye Fan's view, although the Tsarist Kingdom is not a strong enemy, it can use this competition as a training exercise.
"Kick!"
"Kick!"
"Kick!"
At this time, a burst of heavy footsteps came from far to near.
Members of the Tsarist delegation finally entered the venue.
The six Tsarist genetic warriors with different looks and heights exuded an extremely terrifying and ferocious aura in their movements.
Each of them had a fierce look in their eyes and glanced at Ye Fan and others, as if they were going to eat Ye Fan and others alive.
Since the last century, the Tsarist State has begun to conduct various genetic experiments. First, experiments were conducted on mice and gorillas. After reaching a certain stage, in vivo experiments were conducted. The mortality rate was very high, even if it was a fluke.
Even if you don't die, you may not be able to get genetic modification, but it will leave sequelae that will affect your life.
Because of this, those who participated in the experiment include both volunteer soldiers and many death row prisoners who have committed heinous crimes. Rather than being executed, it is better to choose to take a chance.
It can be said that every time a genetic warrior is successfully born, there are tens of thousands of corpses behind it, which is extremely tragic.
If this information were made public, the tsarist state would be criticized by humanitarian organizations around the world.
But in pursuit of great power, they are willing to pay any price.
Soon, those genetic warriors walked up to Ye Fan and others, holding their chins high and arrogantly, as if they did not take the members of the Chinese delegation into their eyes at all.
Suddenly, a burly man walked out. His face was covered with crisscross scars, like a twisted centipede, and he looked extremely ferocious.
The scar-faced man first looked at Ye Fan and said loudly: "Boy, you are indeed very strong, but - except for you, the other three are useless. I can easily defeat them by myself! With these three
There is no way you can defeat our tsarist country if you are holding us back!"
humiliation!
The humiliation of the red berry fruit!
After hearing the words of the scar-faced man, Xie Jinyuan, Qin Zhengyang, and Tang Long, their eyes were blazing with fire, and they were so angry that their bodies trembled and they clenched their fists loudly.
As a warrior, you must have your own pride.
Of course they knew that their strength was far inferior to that of Ye Fan, and they were invisibly holding him back.
However, when it comes to fighting alone, they are fully confident that they can become enemies of the genetic warriors of the Tsarist State.
And now, this scar-faced man actually threatened to defeat them one against three. How could they endure this?
Qin Zhengyang, who was impulsive and irritable, took the lead and took a step forward. He gritted his teeth and said: "Hey... why are you pretending to be cool? You have the guts to fight with me!"
When the scar-faced man heard this, he shook his finger and said with disdain: "No, no, no! You are not qualified to compete with me. If I move my finger, I will crush you to death if I am not careful!"
"presumptuous!"
Qin Zhengyang let out an angry roar, and his whole body tensed up, ready to go, as if he was going to rush over and fight the opponent desperately the next moment.
At this time, the scar-faced man's eyes flashed with a sinister light, and he sneered: "Jie Jie Jie... Boy, since you don't believe it, let me show you how powerful I am!"
After saying that, he swung his casserole-sized fist and punched the ground hard.
"boom!"
There was a deafening loud noise.
"Rumble, rumble, rumble..."
The entire underground arena was shaken by it, and the ground was shaking and shaking.
The next moment, something incredible happened——
With the scar-faced man's fist as the center of the circle, dense cracks appeared on the impregnable ground, spreading in all directions.
Spider web-like cracks appeared all over the ground within a radius of a hundred meters, as if it had been bombarded indiscriminately.
Seeing this scene in front of them, the spectators around them were all dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and almost suffocated.
You must know that the ground of this underground arena is made of special materials that can withstand the bombardment of bombs and artillery.
However, now, he was beaten to pieces, and the power of that punch exceeded ordinary people's imagination.
"hiss!"
Xie Jinyuan, Qin Zhengyang and Tang Long couldn't help but gasp, as if someone had poured cold water on them, and their previous anger was suddenly extinguished.
The three of them never expected that this scarred-faced man would possess such terrifying power.
The power of a punch is enough to blast through mountains. If it hits oneself, there is no chance of survival.
…
Looking at the surprised expressions of the three people, the scar-faced man looked arrogant and said as if to show off:
"Haha... What I injected into my body is the gene of ants. Don't underestimate ants because of their small size! Ants are recognized as 'Hercules' in the animal world and can lift things 400 times more than their own weight.
I can also drag objects that are 1,700 times heavier than my own weight. With my current strength, I can easily lift a skyscraper from the ground!"
After hearing these words, Xie Jinyuan, Qin Zhengyang and Tang Long looked extremely gloomy.
They knew that the scar-faced man was not bragging, but seeking truth from facts.
This kind of terrifying power, which can shake mountains and rivers, is definitely not something they can resist. Even if the three of them join forces, they are probably no match for the scar-faced man. As long as they receive a punch, they will definitely die.
"a ha ha ha……"
The scar-faced man let out a burst of unbridled laughter and continued to challenge: "Even if a genius is born in China, so what, in terms of comprehensive strength, it is far behind our Tsarist country!"
Hearing this, hundreds of spectators in the distance also discussed:
"The Tsarist State is worthy of being a traditional military power with a profound foundation!"
"Yes... just one genetic warrior has such terrifying strength, and the remaining five also have different abilities. China is in trouble now!"
"No matter how strong Ye Fan is, his ultimate power is not enough, and he suffered a big loss in the team battle!"
"That's right! He can defeat a Seven Seas God General, but the hope of defeating six genetic warriors with one person is too slim!"
For a time, the public opinion in the venue showed a one-sided tendency, and almost all were not optimistic about the Chinese delegation.
Hearing those sarcastic remarks, Xie Jinyuan and the others' faces became even more ugly, and they felt even more self-blaming and apologetic in their hearts.
At this time, the scar-faced man chuckled, looked at the three of them and mocked again: "How can someone like you trash be embarrassed in front of warriors from all over the world? If I were you, I would just buy a piece of tofu and kill you!"
"What nonsense!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan burst into loud shouts, and his voice contained astonishing power, tearing apart the air around him.
"Stab it!"
Ye Fan's gaze was like a divine sword cutting through thorns and thorns. It shot out and stabbed towards the scar-faced man.
The scar-faced man's body shook violently, and he let out a muffled groan, as if he had suffered an invisible blow.
When the five genetic warriors nearby saw this, their whole bodies tensed up, as if facing a formidable enemy, and they all stared at Ye Fan fiercely.
The atmosphere in the venue was tense and extremely tense, as if an unprecedented war was about to break out at the next moment.
"Boy, what do you want to do? Am I right?" the scar-faced man said through gritted teeth.
"Of course not!"
Ye Fan shook his head and his voice resounded throughout the audience: "First of all, my comrades are not trash. If you didn't carry out genetic modification, you wouldn't even be able to carry their shoes! Secondly, Ming people don't tell secret words - in
In my eyes, you are just rubbish, and if you put them all together, they are not enough for me to warm up!"
