Ye Fan's voice was not very loud, it was straightforward and calm, as if he was talking about something that was taken for granted.
However, these words were like a huge stone smashing into the calm water, causing thousands of waves and causing an uproar in the venue.
Yang Jingjing, Fatty Dong and others all looked at him with disbelief.
What a joke!
With 10% strength, how is this possible?!
At the same time, Yang Ting's face was extremely gloomy, veins stood up on his forehead, and he was extremely angry.
There is no doubt that this is the most arrogant thing he has ever heard in his life!
I’ve seen people showing off, but I’ve never seen anyone show off like this!
Yang Ting secretly thought that if the Oscars added an award for best showmanship, Ye Fan would definitely win the award for what he just said.
You know, he really used half of his strength just now.
But Ye Fan claimed that he could force him back seven steps with only 10% of his strength.
Doesn't this mean that Ye Fan's power is far superior to him?
Yang Ting never believed that there would be such a terrifying power in this world. Even if the legendary Li Yuanba was reincarnated, he probably wouldn't be able to do it.
The next moment, Yang Ting looked at Ye Fan and sneered: "Hmph...boy, don't bluff. Do you think I'm scared? You definitely used all your strength in that punch just now!"
"It's useless to talk more! If you don't believe it, you can attack again and try again!" Ye Fan said lightly.
“Just what I wanted!”
Yang Ting shouted loudly, and then his figure skyrocketed, like an angry dragon rising out of the sea, soaring up, shaking the wind and clouds, and causing ghosts to cry and gods to howl!
Immediately afterwards, he launched the offensive again.
But this time, he didn't hold anything back and used 100% of his strength without hesitation.
…
"Boom boom boom boom!"
In just one moment, Yang Ting fired hundreds of punches, targeting every vital part of Ye Fan's body, blocking almost all his dodge positions, vowing to beat this arrogant boy to death.
However, Yang Ting never expected that Ye Fan had no intention of dodging at all. He even closed his eyes and did not look at the shadows of fists in the sky at all. Instead, he relied on instinct to fight back.
The next moment, Ye Fan's fists drew a series of afterimages in mid-air. The speed was so fast that it completely exceeded the limit of the naked eye.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
A series of dense collisions of flesh resounded throughout the entire venue like a violent storm.
A battle of this level simply refreshed everyone's perception of "power" in the arena.
The high-intensity battle lasted for several minutes.
"Ahhh!"
Suddenly, a shrill scream cut through the sky, deafening.
Everyone saw Yang Ting suddenly retreating backwards, widening the distance between him and Ye Fan.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
Looking from a distance, I saw Yang Ting breathing heavily. The pores on his body were like open water valves. His whole body was soaked with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of a frying pan.
His facial features were twisted together, extremely hideous, and he was suffering from great pain.
What's even more shocking is that Yang Ting's two arms are showing abnormal twists, like twists.
Both fists were bone-white and dripping with blood, which was shocking. It was obvious that they had suffered unprecedented heavy injuries.
On the other side, Ye Fan was still standing with his hands behind his back, looking calm and unhurt, and even the corners of his clothes were not messy.
It was as if the high-intensity fierce battle just now didn't interest him at all.
"This...how is this possible? How could my brother...lose?!"
Not far away, Yang Jingjing's lips moved in horror.
A chill surged from the soles of her feet to Tianling Gai, as if it was about to freeze her blood and soul.
Previously, Ye Fan said that he only used 10% of his strength.
At that time, no one believed what he said and everyone thought he was bragging.
But now, everyone realized that Ye Fan was really not joking.
Being weak limits their imagination!
If Yang Ting is a demon king, then Ye Fan is a peerless villain!
If gods stand in the way, they will kill gods; if they stand in the way of Buddha, they will kill Buddha!
…
"Kick!"
"Kick!"
"Kick!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan took a step forward and walked towards Yang Ting.
In this dead silence, his steps seemed particularly abrupt.
Yang Ting's face no longer had the arrogance it had before, but instead had a bit of unconcealable fear.
That’s right, it’s fear!
Yang Ting, who has always been domineering and domineering, fearless of heaven and earth, tasted fear for the first time in his life.
And in his heart, he couldn't figure it out.
Why?
what is this?!
Yang Ting has absolute confidence in his own strength.
Innate power!
Such an extraordinary talent is rare to see in a hundred years. Looking at the entire land of China, it is also rare.
In addition, after encountering the guidance of a famous teacher, Yang Ting is ready to show off his skills and make his reputation known to the whole of China.
But now, he has failed, completely defeated!
If he had lost to Ye Fan in other ways, it would not be so difficult for him to accept it.
But just now, he could feel that Ye Fan did not use any mysterious moves. He was confronting him head-on from beginning to end, without any fancy, crushing him with absolute power.
Yang Ting's fist hit Ye Fan's body, as if it was tickling him.
However, Ye Fan's fist hit him, causing him to feel pain that penetrated deep into his bones. His skin was torn and his flesh was dripping with blood, making him unable to resist.
Such an exaggerated strength gap was simply unacceptable to him.
The next moment, Yang Ting suddenly raised his head, looked at Mark and roared: "Boy, who are you and how can you be so strong?!"
"hehe……"
Hearing this, Ye Fan smiled slightly and said calmly: "Yang Ting, it's not that I am too strong, but that you are too weak! You know nothing about power!"
…
"boom!"
Ye Fan's words were like a bomb that exploded in Yang Ting's ears.
If anyone else said that, Yang Ting would definitely sneer, and then use his iron fist to blast the opponent's head.
But at this moment, Ye Fan's words left him unable to refute, and instead he felt insignificant.
There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world!
The power he had been so proud of for more than twenty years turned out to be so vulnerable.
All his pride and dignity were crushed to pieces by Ye Fan.
"Ho ho ho ho!"
Suddenly, Yang Ting roared from his throat like a vicious beast at the end of his rope.
Seeing his crazy look, Ye Fan's eyes were cold, like a judge in charge of life and death, and he said sternly:
"Yang Ting, I give you two choices! Either destroy your Dantian and get out of Huahai! Or - die!"
"boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a murderous aura that was as solid as a substance came out of his body, overwhelmingly pressing towards Yang Ting.
For a moment, Yang Ting's hair stood on end and his whole body tensed up, as if the god of death had raised a sickle and pressed it against his neck.
However, he would not accept either of these two options.
For a warrior, destroying his Dantian is equivalent to becoming a useless person.
The power you once had is completely lost, and the huge gap is enough to make anyone collapse.
Thinking of this, Yang Ting gritted his teeth and said, "You brat, don't be arrogant! I admit that you are stronger than me, but you can't touch me!"
"My grandfather is the leader of Hongyi and the emperor of the underground world. Every time he stamps his feet, the whole sea of China will tremble! And my master is a peerless strong man in the hidden sect, dominating the world.
Reach for the stars with one hand, and the ghosts and gods will rectify the changes!"
"If you dare to kill me, you will definitely die without burial——"
Before Yang Ting could finish his sentence, his voice suddenly stopped.
Because there was suddenly a big hand on his neck, like an iron clamp, strangling his throat tightly. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not make any sound.
And the owner of this big hand is Ye Fan!
Even with Yang Ting's powerful strength, he could not capture Ye Fan's figure.
Yang Ting just wanted to struggle, but when he saw Mark's eyes, his whole body was shocked.
What kind of eyes are those?
Overbearing! Killing! Cruel! Ruthless!
It's like a Shura from under the Nine Netherworld, as if one look can destroy the heaven and earth, making people feel frightened and their livers and gallbladders are broken.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan's cold voice sounded again:
"Yang Ting, your grandfather and master, who you treat as a god, are worthless in my eyes! The more you threaten me, the more I will try!"