In the gym, even people who don't know much about kung fu can understand the situation in the gym.
As a fifth-degree black belt master, Ling Ao tried his best and used all his tricks, but he didn't even touch the corner of Ye Fan's clothes.
Such a huge gap in strength is really incredible!
Lu Minghui and others no longer had the arrogance and arrogance they had before. They were all dejected, like eggplants beaten by frost, and they did not dare to continue shouting.
At first, they thought Ye Fan was a pretender, but now they were mercilessly slapped in the face.
The coaches in the Taekwondo gym were even more surprised.
You know, Ling Ao also often sparred with the gym leader Park Xuanzhen, but even Park Xuanzhen, who is in the seventh degree of the underworld, is simply not as capable as Ye Fan, and can simply play with Ling Ao.
For a moment, everyone suddenly had a question in their minds——
Who is the Ye Fan in front of me?!
At this moment, Ling Ao finally burst into heart-rending shouts, saying that even if it cost his life, he would see Ye Fan's strength with his own eyes.
If you hear the truth in the morning, you may die in the evening!
Even from a certain distance, Ye Fan could feel the will revealed in Ling Ao, to live towards death, and not just talk about it!
Ling Ao's devout pursuit of martial arts was beyond Ye Fan's imagination, and he couldn't help but stand in awe.
"In that case, then I will help you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan's hands, which had been clasped behind his back, stretched out in front, straightened his chest, and his spine was as straight as a sword.
The aura on his body has also completely changed. He is no longer the humble ordinary person he was before. He seems to have turned into a giant pillar holding up the sky, unattainable and unattainable.
With his body as the center of the circle, a fierce pressure spread in all directions.
The crowd of onlookers around him seemed to be under a restraining spell, and they didn't even have the strength to move a finger.
Ling Ao, who was at the center of the pressure, felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He felt the threat of death was close at hand, his breathing stagnated, and he took a defensive posture.
"boom!"
At this moment, Ye Fan's aura changed again.
He is unparalleled in domineering power and looks down upon the world, just like a high-altitude god. He looks down at the people, and his movements reveal an unparalleled magnanimity, as if he wants to sweep across the nine heavens and penetrate the world.
Immediately afterwards, he slowly raised his right fist, and the vitality in the entire gym turned into invisible long dragons of vitality, rushing crazily into his fist, and the solid inner energy surged.
The next moment, Ye Fan punched his right fist forward. It did not make any sonic boom sound, but instead seemed to suck up all the surrounding air, like a deep black hole.
"boom!"
Ye Fan's punch was not very fast, but it had already locked the energy in Ling Ao's body, leaving him with nowhere to hide and no way to retreat.
This punch is majestic, as thick as a mountain, and as vast as the sea!
It contains Ye Fan's martial arts spirit. I am invincible and can swallow thousands of miles.
It seems to be simple and unpretentious, without any fancy, but in fact, it reduces the complexity and simplifies it, reducing ten things with one effort.
Just like gods pushing the stars all over the sky, they are so dazzling that the heaven and earth are eclipsed.
If the sky stops me, I will break it!
If the earth stops me, I will tear it apart!
…
Caught off guard, Ling Ao had no chance to parry.
He only felt that everything in the world in his field of vision had disappeared!
All that's left is the punch that was like Pangu opening the world!
It is so dazzling that not even the sun and moon can compete with it.
Ling Ao even had an illusion, as if under this punch, not only his body would be completely shattered, but even his soul would be beaten to ashes!
There was a time when he thought he was a genius!
It took only five or six years after I started practicing Taekwondo to grow from a beginner to a master of the fifth degree of the underworld.
Not to mention in China, even in the Goryeo Kingdom, it is a rare existence, and few people can match it.
It was only at this moment, after seeing Ye Fan's "understatement" punch, that he truly understood his own insignificance and ignorance.
At the same time, he also understood that what Ye Fan said before, "I only kill people and don't perform," was not pretending at all, but telling the truth.
The gap between him and Ye Fan is like the chasm between mortals and gods, which is simply insurmountable.
However, Ye Fan showed mercy in the end.
Iron Fist stopped three inches away from Ling Ao's face, like a high-speed train suddenly stopping, which seemed extremely abrupt.
On the other hand, it also proves that Ye Fan has strong control over his body. Even such terrifying moves seem to be done with ease and with ease.
Although the fist did not touch Ling Ao, the murderous intention contained in it had already come out.
One punch and the soul is cut off!
…
Looking from a distance, Ling Ao's eyes were dull, his pupils were dilated, and he was dumbfounded, as if he had turned into a stone statue, unable to move at all.
Seeing this strange scene, everyone around him kept calling his name:
"Master Ling!"
"Elder brother, what's wrong with you?"
But in the face of these calls, Ling Ao turned a deaf ear, as if he had lost his soul.
For a moment, the place was silent, a pindrop could be heard, and the atmosphere became extremely weird.
Everyone's eyes fell on Ye Fan, full of fear, and they subconsciously took a few steps back, as if he was some kind of monster.
After all, the strength Ye Fan showed just now was too incredible!
Sensing those strange gazes, Ye Fan's face showed no signs of change. He stood tall and proud.
The weak will kill themselves, the strong will die!
This is a principle that his father, Ye Nantian, once taught him.
A warrior can be killed, but his soul cannot be cut off!
If the Dantian is destroyed or a limb is severed, you can use natural resources, earthly treasures or medical methods to rejuvenate yourself and start the path of cultivation again!
But if the soul is broken and all the energy and energy in the body are dispersed, even if you don't die, you will have completely lost your courage, and it may be difficult to improve your strength!
Ye Fan's punch just now had already robbed Ling Ao of his will. Although he held back in the end, it still dealt an unprecedented blow to him.
After several more minutes, Ling Ao's body was shaken, as if he had been shocked by electricity, and he finally came to his senses.
He looked at Ye Fan from a distance, with a frightened look in his eyes, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.
Ling Ao knew very well that if Ye Fan had not shown mercy at the last moment, he might have been a corpse now.
"You...you are younger than me, how can you be so strong?"
Ling Ao's tone was full of disbelief, and at the same time he also asked the thoughts of everyone around him.
In the eyes of other Taekwondo gym coaches, even if you started training from your mother's womb, you wouldn't be able to reach this level at this age!
When Ye Fan heard this, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, scanning everyone in the gym, and finally fell on Ling Ao, and said word by word:
"It's not that I'm too strong, it's that you are too weak!"
…
"boom!"
These words were like thunder exploding in the field, causing tons of critical blows to Ling Ao's soul.
If someone else had said this, it would have only made him dismissive, but now that it was spoken by Ye Fan, it made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness.
That’s right!
It's true that I was too weak, even if I tried my best, I still couldn't touch the corner of Mark's clothes.
Suddenly, Ling Ao's eyes turned gloomy, as if all his energy had been drained from his body, and he even doubted his own persistence for the first time——
He sacrificed almost all his spare time and put all his energy into practicing Taekwondo, but in the end it turned out that his efforts were just in vain!
What is the use of such efforts?
"Ling Ao, I can feel your passion for martial arts! But from the beginning, you have been looking in the wrong direction. No matter how hard you try, you just go further and further down the wrong path!" Ye Fan said.
"Looking in the wrong direction?" Ling Ao asked confused.
"Chinese Kung Fu is extensive, profound, and has a long history. The subtleties in it are far beyond ordinary people's imagination! Why should you sacrifice the near and seek the far away to learn some useless Taekwondo? They are all flashy and practical! I can guarantee that with the same time and energy,
In Chinese martial arts, your current strength is definitely more than this!"
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Ling Ao's eyes lit up, as if a door to a new world had opened.
At this moment, an angry scolding sound came from behind everyone:
"Fashionable or useless? Flashy? Huh...what a loud tone! Brat, you dare to criticize the martial arts of our country of Korea, you are just looking for death!"