Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty-Eight Before I tried my best, they fell down!
Afraid of getting your hands dirty?
Hearing this, Jin Junxian was stunned for a moment, with a confused look on his face, not knowing why.
At this time, Ye Fan continued to speak:
"Hmph... You are the best among scum, even a latrine that has not been washed for thousands of years is much cleaner than you! How dare you show off your meager strength in China?"
"The world is so big, how big do you know it is? The sky is so high, how much weight do you have to step on? In my eyes, you are just rubbish among the rubbish. Even if I touch you, I will find it unlucky!"
"So next, I won't take action, but I will crush you to death with my feet like an ant!"
Ye Fan's voice was sonorous, powerful, and deafening.
Hearing these words, the audience in the audience was filled with enthusiasm, and their morale, which had been on the decline, was revived.
"Hahaha...man, that's a good scolding! You said everything that was on my mind!"
"Come on! Give these arrogant Koreans some color!"
"Fight them to death! Let's see if they dare to be arrogant in the future!"
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On the other side, Jin Junxian, who was pushed to the forefront of the limelight, turned blue and white, uglier than eating shit.
He seemed to have been greatly humiliated, his whole body was shaking with anger, and the blood in his chest seemed to be boiling and burning.
No one has ever dared to challenge him like Ye Fan did.
The overwhelming anger almost made him lose his mind.
The next moment, Jin Junxian's eyes were red and he stared at Ye Fan, wishing to eat him alive. He gritted his teeth and said: "Hmph... I want to see how you can defeat me with your feet!"
As he spoke, he tensed up his body and prepared himself for a thunderous strike.
"Wait!"
Ye Fan suddenly spoke to stop him.
"You brat, why... you are about to die, do you still want to ask for mercy?" Jin Junxian shouted sharply.
"No no no!"
Ye Fan shook his finger and said calmly: "If we are fighting alone, you are not worthy of being my opponent at all! Let the remaining three Korean players go on the field together! I will pick a group of you!"
His voice was smooth and straightforward, without any waves, as if he was expounding some matter-of-fact fact.
But these simple words were like a huge stone smashing into the calm water, causing thousands of waves and causing an uproar in the venue.
In the eyes of the audience, if Ye Fan can defeat Jin Junxian, he will save his face.
If he can accomplish the feat of "one wears four", he will be equivalent to the hero of Huahai University, turning the tide, enough to be worshiped.
No one can imagine that Ye Fan is not satisfied with this at all, and actually utters wild words, claiming that he will challenge the entire Seoul National University team with one person.
One vs four!
crazy!
In the eyes of others, he is simply a complete madman, forcing himself to increase the difficulty.
However, some people secretly speculated in their hearts that since Ye Fan dared to say such words under the spotlight, maybe he really had some trump card.
Pretending without strength is a fool!
But those who have the ability to show off are awesome!
If Ye Fan can really do it, it will become a real legend for future generations to praise!
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At the same time, Jin Junxian laughed angrily and said: "You don't know how high the sky is! You brat, since you are looking for death, then I will help you!"
As he spoke, he waved his hand to the three contestants from Seoul National University beside the ring.
When the three people saw this, they immediately understood, jumped onto the ring, and formed a triangle offensive to surround Ye Fan. They were murderous and extremely tough.
At this time, Jin Junxian pursed his lips and ordered the three of them in a commanding tone: "You three, take action first and show him some color!"
Jin Junxian was not sure about Ye Fan's strength, so he planned to let the other three people go first. He carefully observed Ye Fan's moves and looked for the best way to fight.
"Yes, Mr. Jin!"
The three people heard this and said in unison.
Although the three of them are not Jin Junxian's subordinates, Jin Junxian's identity is there.
The president of the Seoul National University Student Union, the son of the chairman of LG Group, and the close disciple of Lee Jong Hyuk, the first Taekwondo master in Korea!
No matter who you are, you will be scared to death!
Being able to curry favor with such a young man is an opportunity for the three of them to achieve success!
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
Three sharp gazes shot out like sharp blades, stabbing Ye Fan.
One of them took the initiative to take a step forward and said sternly: "Chinese boy, you should never mess with Young Master Jin! If you were in Korea, you would have been a corpse long ago!"
Immediately afterwards, the man looked at the other two people and said: "Let's do it together and make this kid pay the price of blood and apologize to Mr. Jin! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
As soon as the words fell, the three of them took action almost at the same time. Their bodies were like arrows from the string, attacking the vital points on Ye Fan's body.
Although their strength is not as good as that of Kim Jun-hyun, they are better than Choi Byung-hyun who is ranked first.
He struck out in anger without any mercy and vowed to severely injure Ye Fan.
Facing the menacing three men, Ye Fan still stood on the same spot, with roots under his feet, motionless, and no intention of dodging.
And his hands were tied behind his back, making him unable to make any defensive gestures.
From the perspective of the three Goryeo warriors, Ye Fan was obviously frightened and did not even have time to react.
A guy who ties his hands is like fish on a chopping board, only to be slaughtered by others.
If the three of them join forces and can't deal with Ye Fan like this, then they might as well just buy a piece of tofu and kill him.
At this critical moment, something incredible happened——
Ye Fan's body, as if by magic, disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never existed.
Immediately afterwards, the hairs on the three Goryeo warriors stood up all over their bodies, as if they were being targeted by some terrifying beast. The murderous aura made their blood freeze and their souls trembled.
The strong threat of death was so close, as if the god of death had raised a sickle and pressed it against their necks.
They subconsciously wanted to escape, but it was too late.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Three deafening collisions, like earth-shaking thunder, exploded in the ears of everyone in the stadium.
Immediately afterwards, in everyone's sight, they saw the bodies of the three Korean warriors, as if they were hit by a high-speed train, flying more than ten meters in an instant, and then fell together like a pile of Arhats.
Looking from a distance, the lower abdomens of the three people were sunken, and an unknown number of ribs were broken. It was obvious that they had been severely injured in the same way.
Before he could even scream, he fainted, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly appeared on the spot again, his hands still tied behind his back, his body unstained, and his face still wearing a harmless smile, as if what just happened had nothing to do with him.
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For a moment, the venue was completely silent, you could hear a pin drop, and it was deathly quiet.
Everyone was stunned and dumbfounded, as if they were petrified, and even their breathing was stagnant.
The scene that happened in front of them had an unprecedented visual impact and a psychological shock to them.
quick!
Too fast!
From the time when the three Korean warriors took action until they were kicked away, it only took two or three seconds.
The audience thought it was a fierce battle, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a one-sided defeat.
The strength of both sides is not at the same level at all.
It took more than half a minute for the audience to recover from the shock, but they asked with a blank look on their faces:
"What happened just now? Did anyone see it clearly?"
"I don't know! I only saw Ye Fan disappear suddenly, and then the three Koreans flew out. It should be him!"
"Nonsense! Of course it's him! But how on earth did he do it?"
"Is there any video playback? Slow it down a few times and have a look!"
At this moment, Jin Junxian turned to look at Ye Fan. Although he was calm on the surface, his trembling body revealed the turmoil in his heart.
"Little...boy, you...what move did you use just now?!"
Jin Junxian's stammering voice was filled with a bit of unconcealable fear.
Even he couldn't see Ye Fan's movements clearly, and could only barely capture a blurry afterimage.
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan shrugged innocently and said:
"I didn't use any moves, I just kicked them randomly! It's just that... these three guys are too weak, they are simply vulnerable! They fell down before I even used any force!"