Although Ye Fan's voice was silent, it was like a bombshell that exploded in the ears of everyone in the venue, causing an uproar.
On the opposite side, Uncle Zhong and Guan Feihong were completely confused. They couldn't believe their ears. Even their brains could not continue thinking, as if they had "crash".
They never expected that Ye Fan would be so arrogant that he slapped Guan Feihong in the face in full view of everyone.
In Uncle Zhong's view, if Ye Fan had a one in ten thousand chance to survive and become Guan Feihong's sworn brother, he should be grateful.
Who would have expected that he would actually utter arrogant words, saying that Guan Feihong was not qualified to be his brother.
This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!
However, Ye Fan's serious tone seemed to really look down on Guan Feihong.
For a moment, there was silence in the venue, a deathly silence.
The atmosphere also became weird.
not qualified!
These words were like an invisible sharp blade, piercing straight into Guan Feihong's chest.
With his pride as the eldest son of the Guan family, how could he have ever been insulted like this?!
The next moment, Guan Feihong finally came to his senses, his eyes were about to burst, his hair stood on end, and his chest was heaving, as if there was overwhelming anger surging in it, and his blood was about to burn.
He completely lost his mind, and there was only one thought left in his mind: let Mark in front of him pay the price with blood.
"Boy, since you are looking for death, I will help you!"
Guan Feihong said and took out a dagger from his pocket.
Looking closely, I don't know what kind of material the dagger is made of. It is unparalleledly sharp, and the blade flashes with a cold light, like a ferocious beast that chooses people to eat. Even from a certain distance, you can feel the terror in it.
In traditional martial arts, there is a saying -
One inch is long and one is strong, one inch is short and one is dangerous.
Long, strong and sharp.
Short and cunning, with hidden murderous intent.
With short weapons like daggers, you must be close to the opponent before you can attack. You can move faster during a fight and bear greater risks.
But this danger is not only for yourself, but also for your enemies.
Once you take action, it is a life-threatening strategy. Either you die or I die.
…
"Whoosh!"
The next moment, Guan Feihong's figure skyrocketed and turned into a black shadow with astonishing momentum, rushing towards Ye Fan.
quick!
Too fast!
Guan Feihong is the tenth ranked genius on the Hidden Dragon List, possessing the realm of the Mysterious Realm.
Even if it is only in the early stage of the Xuan Realm, it is still unattainable for ordinary people.
At this moment, he took action with anger and no mercy, using 120% of his strength.
The speed is so fast that it has exceeded the limit of what ordinary people can capture with the naked eye.
Sister Hong, Tang Anni, Chu Mengyao and others felt their eyes were blurred and could not see his movements clearly.
The sharp dagger pointed directly at Ye Fan's throat, which was extremely vicious.
Guan Feihong said before that if Ye Fan could take three punches from him, he would be willing to become sworn friends with him.
But because of Ye Fan's provocation, he changed his mind and killed people as soon as he took action.
"Stab it!"
The dagger cut through the air, emitting a harsh sonic boom.
But Ye Fan, who was in danger, still stood there without any intention of evading and defending.
Seeing this scene, Guan Feihong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining a stern smile.
In his opinion, Ye Fan was obviously so frightened that he didn't even have time to react. He would soon become a dead soul under the dagger, with blood splattered on the spot and died.
one meter!
Half a meter!
Thirty centimeters!
Twenty centimeters!
Ten centimeters!
Five centimeters!
When the dagger was only half an inch away from Ye Fan's throat.
A sudden change occurred!
…
"Qiang!"
A sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly sounded, piercing the clouds and cracking stones, shaking the eardrums.
Guan Feihong's body trembled, and he felt as if the dagger in his hand had hit a copper wall. No matter how hard he moved in, there was a burst of pain in the mouth of his right hand, and there were faint signs of cracking.
The next moment, he instinctively lowered his head, and an incredible scene appeared in his sight——
What blocked his blow was actually Mark's two fingers.
I saw Ye Fan's right index finger and middle finger holding the dagger lightly, as easily as holding a piece of tissue paper.
No matter how hard Guan Feihong tried to inject inner energy into the dagger, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, to no avail.
When Guan Feihong saw this, his pupils suddenly shrank into the most dangerous needle-like shape. He was dumbfounded and speechless, and his heart was filled with huge waves. He was so surprised that he couldn't be more surprised.
Invisibly, it was like a big hand grasped his heart so hard that he almost suffocated.
You know, this dagger is not some scrap metal, but a magic weapon given to them by the Qing Palace a hundred years ago. It cuts iron like mud and is extremely sharp.
If Guan Feihong hadn't been the eldest son of the Guan family, he would never have had such a magical weapon.
He once used this dagger to cut into pieces a master who was practicing the Golden Bell Shield.
But now, this magic weapon was like a toy in Ye Fan's fingers, unable to move at all.
The scene that happened in front of Guan Feihong had an unprecedented visual impact and a spiritual shock.
The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and turned into an unconcealable panic. The muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched, and the veins pulsated. In just a moment, his vest was completely soaked in cold sweat.
He could never imagine that Ye Fan's physical body was so terrifying and could defeat such a magical weapon!
…
"hehe……"
At this moment, Ye Fan smiled jokingly and said lightly: "The tenth strong man on the Hidden Dragon Ranking? He's like an ant!"
As he spoke, Ye Fan slowly twirled his index and middle fingers on his right hand.
The range of movement was not very large, but the sharp dagger let out a mournful cry and was instantly broken into two pieces.
"Zheng!"
Looking closely, I saw that the cross section was smooth and neat, as if it had been chopped with a sharp weapon.
At the same time, under the induction of Qi, Guan Feihong felt an overwhelming and overwhelming force, like a volcano erupting, attacking him from the broken blade.
The next moment, he had no time to react, and his body flew out like a kite with its string broken.
He didn't stop until he hit the wall of the box.
After receiving such a blow, Guan Feihong no longer regained his previous arrogance. He let out a muffled groan from deep in his throat. His face was as golden as paper. He had obviously suffered serious internal injuries.
"Master!"
At this time, Uncle Zhong rushed over and supported Guan Feihong. At the same time, he did not forget to stare at Ye Fan. His whole body was tense, as if facing a formidable enemy, he did not dare to slack off in any way.
There are no words to describe the surprise in Uncle Zhong's heart at this moment.
He never expected that Ye Fan, who seemed ordinary in appearance, would have such terrifying fighting power.
He didn't even know how Ye Fan did it.
With the strength of Guan Feihong, who is ranked tenth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, he is very rare throughout China. Unless he encounters those few monsters, no one can defeat him.
But Ye Fan is so young, only 18 or 19 years old, nearly ten years younger than Guan Feihong.
In Uncle Zhong's opinion, even if Ye Fan started practicing in his mother's womb, he still wouldn't be able to possess such terrifying strength.
…
At this moment, Ye Fan looked at Guan Feihong who was clinging to the wall from afar, his eyes were stern, like the Nine Heavens Dragon bowing its head to an ant, and he slowly said:
"Young master of the Guan family, are you great? I just said that you are not qualified to be my brother. Now, do you have any other opinions?"
Upon hearing this, Guan Feihong's body shook, as if he had been slapped hard.
The silent slap is the most painful!
At this moment, all the pride and dignity he had accumulated over the past twenty years were crushed to pieces.
However, no matter how unwilling he was, he could not utter a word of rebuttal, let alone continue to provoke Ye Fan.
Although he didn't know Ye Fan's true strength, Guan Feihong knew he didn't know his opponent based on the move he just showed.
As for Uncle Zhong next to him, his strength was not as good as his own, so he rushed forward to fight with all his strength, without even the slightest chance of winning.
Guan Feihong suddenly felt that he was like fish on the chopping board and could only be slaughtered by others.
"Eh? Mr. Guan, weren't you still very arrogant just now? Why have you become mute now?" Ye Fan joked, his tone full of sarcasm.
"Pfft!"
Hearing these words, Guan Feihong felt so angry that his throat rolled, and he was so angry that he vomited blood!
The bright red blood dyed his splendid clothes red, like charming blood lotuses.
His facial features were twisted together, extremely ferocious, like a fierce ghost under the Nine Netherworld, his narrow eyes stared straight at Ye Fan, he squeezed his hands tightly, his nails dug into his palms without realizing it, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"I know all the geniuses on the Hidden Dragon List, and there is absolutely no one like you! You...who are you?!"
Although Guan Feihong is proud and arrogant, he is not unable to lose.
If he were defeated by a monster in the top five or even the top three on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, he wouldn't be so angry.
But he couldn't accept that he was defeated by an unknown boy!
Moreover, he lost so completely that he didn't even bring out the opponent's true strength.
If this matter spreads out, he will probably become a joke to the entire ancient martial arts world and will never be able to hold his head high again.
Such a huge gap made him feel like he was on a roller coaster, falling from the clouds into the abyss.
For the first time in his life, Guan Feihong had doubts about his own strength!
"My name is Ye Fan!" Ye Fan said lightly.
"Ye Fan?!"
Guan Feihong slowly repeated the name with a blank look on his face, obviously he had never heard of it.
"Oh, by the way! In the martial arts world, people often call me by another name——"
Speaking of this, Ye Fan paused deliberately, his spine straightened, like a spear piercing the sky, and he burst out with an aura of looking down on the world and arrogantly saying: