Ye Fan's words were like thunder from the sky, exploding in the ears of everyone present.
Including Captain Lei Hong, all the members of the Flying Dragon Brigade looked sullen, as if they had been greatly humiliated, with overwhelming anger boiling in their chests.
Being able to be selected into the Feilong Brigade is enough to prove their strength. They are the well-deserved kings of soldiers and the elites of the elites!
In their view, even if they were to fight alone, they were no match for Ye Fan, but if Ye Fan wanted to challenge all of them with one person, it was simply ridiculous!
If they were defeated together, they might not have the shame to stay in the Feilong Brigade anymore.
But how could they imagine that Ye Fan was an immortal cultivator, and his strength could never be inferred using secular logic.
The absolute strength gap between them and Ye Fan is like the huge gap between heaven and earth, which cannot be made up by relying on numbers of people!
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
The next moment, countless eyes fell on the captain Lei Hong, waiting for his order.
After pondering for a long time, Lei Hong suddenly had a sharp look in his eyes, fell directly on Ye Fan, and said in a deep voice:
"Boy, you have won my respect with your strength! However, the glory of the Feilong Brigade cannot be tarnished by anyone! Although doing so is suspected of bullying the minority, but since you have repeatedly provoked us, you even seriously injured Gangzi
, then don’t blame our men for being ruthless!”
As he spoke, Lei Hong raised his big hand, pointed at Ye Fan from a distance, and said loudly:
"The first team obeyed the order and all attacked to subdue this thug!"
"Yes, Captain!"
A uniform voice sounded.
Many members of the Feilong Brigade have long been eager to avenge Gangzi.
They are both close friends. They get along day and night in training and life, and they can safely leave each other's backs on the battlefield.
Therefore, when Gangzi was injured, the anger in their hearts was completely ignited, and the blood in their bodies was almost boiling.
"boom!"
The murderous aura that was as solid as a substance came out of his body, overwhelmingly pressing towards Ye Fan, as if he wanted to tear him into pieces.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Kill this kid and avenge Gangzi!"
"Hmph... If you dare to look down on our flying dragon team, let him see how powerful we are!"
As soon as the words fell, the dozen or so elites were like thunderous arrows, attacking Ye Fan from all directions with devastating force.
They cooperated with each other tacitly, blocking almost all of Ye Fan's dodge positions.
Fist, wind, kick, shadow, every move, every move, the target is directly at the vital point, and he will have to pay the price in blood!
At this moment, one of them suddenly grew in size, as fast as thunder, and attacked Ye Fan faster than the other comrades.
With the help of the strength of his waist and abdomen, he flicked his right leg continuously, swinging it towards Ye Fan's face like a whip, using the "Turning the Golden Stool Up to the Sky" in the Twelve Road Tan Legs.
There is a saying in the world of "Southern Fist and North Leg", and this North Leg refers to Tan Leg.
The so-called "hands are two doors, and you rely solely on your legs to hit people." In the same realm, the lethality of a martial artist practicing leg skills is much higher than that of a boxer, and they are extremely aggressive.
If an ordinary person were to endure this attack forcefully, his blood would probably be splashed on the spot and he would die.
But at the critical moment, Ye Fan suddenly stretched out his right index finger and flicked it slightly.
His index finger was slender and slender, forming a sharp contrast with the soldier's legs, as if a cricket was shaking a tree, there was no comparison at all.
But the next moment, Ye Fan's fingertips suddenly shot out turbulent internal energy, like a volcano erupting and the Yangtze River bursting its banks, directly piercing through the Tan legs that were enough to kick through the steel plate.
"Stab it!"
Blood spattered, blooming in the air with charming red lotuses, and the soldier flew upside down like a kite with a broken string. His right leg was obviously crippled.
"Without brute strength, you are vulnerable to a single blow!"
During the break between attacks, Ye Fan still had time to comment.
…
"Hey! Boy, accept your fate!"
"If you dare to hurt my brother, go to hell!"
At this time, the remaining members of the Flying Dragon Brigade finally came over and killed them.
The kung fu they practice are all different, such as Pi Gua Zhang, Baji Fist, Eagle Claw Kung Fu, Tong Bei Fist...
Most of them are Kung Fu that focuses on strength, opening and closing in a big way, being extremely strong and strong. It can penetrate gold and crack stones, swallow wolves and drive away tigers.
Together, these ten people are capable of a complete "decapitation operation" on the battlefield, and they are fearless even if they face enemies several times their size.
However, in front of Ye Fan, they were like a group of children.
"Peng!"
"Peng!"
"Peng!"
For a moment, the sound of dense physical collisions was heard like a violent storm.
Ye Fan was walking among the crowd like he was strolling in a garden. His steps were ethereal and light. Every time he punched, a soldier fell down.
This is not a fair battle, but a one-sided massacre!
One effort will bring down ten!
In the face of absolute power, any fancy moves are useless.
A few minutes later, except for Lei Hong, who had not taken action, all the remaining members of the Feilong Brigade were beaten to the ground by Ye Fan.
They lay limply on the ground in a heap, covering their joints, exhaling in pain and screaming in agony.
Ye Fan, on the other hand, stood there with his hands behind his back, looking calm and relaxed, showing the demeanor of a master.
There was not even a drop of sweat on his forehead, as if the battle just now was not even a warm-up for him.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan glanced at the entire audience, shook his head slightly, and coldly snorted:
"Hmph...are these the elites of the Feilong Brigade? It's so disappointing, there aren't any who can fight!"
…
The last words were like a sharp sword, stabbing into the chests of everyone present.
For every soldier present, what is more unbearable than the physical pain is the humiliation of the soul!
As members of the Flying Dragon Brigade, they are proud of this status and are even willing to use their own lives to protect that supreme honor!
But at this moment, all their pride and dignity were trampled under Ye Fan's feet and crushed to pieces!
More than ten people joined forces, but a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old was unable to fight back. Not only was he embarrassed, but he also smashed the golden signboard of the Feilong Brigade, humiliating it!
If it were in ancient times, they might not be able to help but kill themselves to apologize.
At this time, Lei Hong, as the captain, could no longer sit idly by and ignore the situation.
Lei Hong suddenly took a step forward and looked at Ye Fan from a distance. In addition to hostility, there was a bit of respect in his eyes, and he said tremblingly: "You... who are you? How can you be so strong!
"
"It's not that I'm too strong, it's that you are too weak!" Ye Fan said lightly.
His tone did not change at all, and he spoke in a straightforward manner, as if he was explaining some facts, but it caused a huge blow to the hearts of everyone in the room.
If anyone else dared to say that, they would definitely be severely punished by the members of the Flying Dragon Brigade. But now, they have no way to refute and will only feel ashamed.
"call……"
Suddenly, Lei Hong took a deep breath, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Boy, your strength far exceeds my imagination! Even I am no match for you! But - in our Feilong team, everyone is a tough guy with strong bones, and they will not be left behind even if they lose their skin and flesh.
Sweat and bleed but not tears! You can be knocked down, but you will never be defeated!"
Hearing this, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and his face changed slightly.
Someone once said that if you join the army, you will regret it for three years; if you don’t join the army, you will regret it for the rest of your life!
Military career, for any passionate man, is an indelible mark that has been integrated into the bone marrow, blood and even the soul.
Compared to Xiong Li, Ma Yonggang and others, Lei Hong is the real warrior!
Although he was too reckless, listened to the slander, and attacked Ye Fan before he even understood the truth of the matter.
But at this moment, Ye Fan was still moved by his aura and stood in awe.
The next moment, Lei Hong's eyes were red, and his body suddenly swelled, forcibly taller by more than ten centimeters.
"Stab it!"
The camouflage uniform was completely torn open, revealing a fleshy body that looked like a knife and an axe.
Lei Hong seemed to have put life and death aside, and said in a thunderous voice:
"Boy, this is a forbidden move that I have practiced. Since the day I mastered it, I have never actually used it! I originally planned to use it when killing enemies on the battlefield. Today, you are honored to be the first to see it.