The body of the Demon Sword Prince continued to fall backwards. The super explosive force caused by Ye Fan's finger smashing the Demon Sword made him unable to stop at all.
His face turned pale, and the feeling of powerlessness made him fall into a great shock. There was a huge wave in his heart, and he was extremely surprised.
He has never encountered such a thing, and what he used was the magic weapon that was dedicated to Bingyu Immortal. This is the most important treasure of their Dafeng Dynasty, so it can be seen that it is a super powerful magic weapon.
The half-step holy weapon actually shattered on the spot under Ye Fan's fingers. How could he believe it?
This kind of sacred weapon, even for a top true immortal, would require a certain amount of effort to break into pieces, but as for Ye Fan, it actually broke into pieces with one hand.
"What the hell happened?"
For the first time, the Demon Sword Prince felt such a desperate scene. Looking at the young man in front of him, it was like an unattainable peak, making him feel his own insignificance and ignorance.
His record of winning 7,749 games in a row made him complacent, but when he met Ye Fan, he realized that there was someone outside the world.
"puff!"
Vomiting blood again, the Demon Sword Emperor was exhausted both physically and mentally.
Not only him, but all the spectators were shocked.
They looked at the outcome on the battlefield in bewilderment, completely speechless.
Being able to see a half-step sacred weapon like the Red Flame Demonic Sword already made them excited, but Ye Fan directly crushed the sacred weapon with one of his own hands. Is this true?
"He didn't use any peerless magic weapon!"
"Yes, he just used his own fingers to crush the half-step holy weapon. Is there any justice for this? What did I see? Is this the strength of the devil?"
"Even if you are a top true immortal, it is impossible to crush this half-step holy weapon. What on earth did this kid do? He has such strength. To be honest, I will never believe it. He must have used something
Shameful means!"
"But what method was used to destroy the half-step sacred weapon so easily? We all saw it, and he didn't make any unnecessary moves!"
Everyone in the audience was thinking and discussing crazily, trying to figure out what Ye Fan had done, but they realized that Ye Fan might not have done anything, just a simple pinch.
Ye Fan's powerful physical strength made everyone confused. They could not get an answer. The fear of the unknown spread instantly, making everyone trapped and unable to extricate themselves.
They looked at the boy codenamed Beichen in front of them, as if they were seeing a devil.
Now, this shock of strength has diluted the pain they felt because of losing the magic weapon.
They even forgot how many unique magic weapons they had lost in the bet they just made.
"What is this kid's identity? It's so weird."
"Yes. Are you really the core disciple of Shuiyue Holy Land? Is that the only way to explain it?"
"I feel that he is much more powerful than many core disciples!"
…
At this moment, no one knows what happened. They can only be sure of one thing. Ye Fan is very powerful.
"Beichen, tell me what method you used to destroy my Red Flame Demon Sword!"
Like his previous opponent Wei Renjie, the Demon Sword Prince wanted to know the answer, but Ye Fan had no obligation to respond to such a question.
Ye Fan slowly walked to the center of the battlefield and said to the Demon Sword Prince: "There are no means. You have seen all the means I used. I just used two fingers!"
Looking at Ye Fan's relaxed expression, the Demon Sword Prince, a monk who once made other opponents frightened. At this moment, his eyes were enlarged and filled with despair.
"You, you mean your physical strength has reached this level? I, I don't believe it!"
Of course he would not believe how powerful this being was with the physique of a half-step holy weapon.
"Have you ever heard of the Twelve Holy Bodies?"
"Twelve Holy Bodies? You said you have twelve Holy Bodies?"
"Yes, I am the Cangtian Hegemon!"
Ye Fan's words immediately put everyone in a state of confusion again. Twelve holy bodies. Heavenly body, what on earth are these?
Although many monks know nothing about this, there are still some knowledgeable ones who know the meaning of this information.
"This kid is actually the Heavenly Tyrant. It's so scary!"
"I heard that each of the twelve holy bodies is an extremely powerful being, and many of them can even be compared with divine weapons. This boy's physical strength has probably surpassed half a step of holy weapons. Is this too exaggerated?"
"Isn't it a fantasy that a person's body can actually be compared to a sacred weapon?"
Many monks understand the difficulty of cultivating physical strength, which is even more difficult than cultivating vitality. If it were not for the maintenance of the innate holy body, it would be impossible to cultivate to the strength of an earth-level divine weapon. But Beichen in front of him was actually
Can crush a half-step holy weapon with bare hands!
"terrible!"
The Demon Sword Prince's eyes widened, the pride no longer existed, and he was completely shocked by Mark.
He got up, kept shouting, and then rushed outside.
Without the Red Flame Demon Sword, he has nothing, and has lost the need to stay here. He will even be severely punished. After all, even the magic weapon dedicated to the Immortal Lord has been lost.
"This time, Beichen wins!"
The host naturally ignored the Demon Sword Prince and announced immediately.
Soon, the battle continued.
Next. The third, the fourth, the fifth...
Opponents came to the battlefield one by one, but they fell one by one.
Ye Fan only used one hand to deal with them, without the need for a second move.
This was an instant kill, leaving no room for resistance.
Ye Fan's popularity skyrocketed instantly, and he became a terrifying presence on the battlefield.
Even for a while, there was no suitable opponent to match him.
"thump!"
Finally, the tenth opponent fell. Ye Fan won ten games in a row and became a rising star on the battlefield.
Although he is a monk from the Thirty-sixth Grade of Little Stars, his fame has spread throughout the entire arena due to his incomparable strength.
"Oh, I can finally get the badge of valor!"
Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief. He came here this time just to get this badge and then get the qualification to stay in the hotel. Now he finally got it.
Suddenly, a staff member came up and asked: "Mr. Beichen, congratulations on your ten consecutive victories and the badge of bravery. Do you want to continue the challenge next?"