A slight sound that only a few people around could hear quietly rang out.
Lin Baohua's lips moved slightly, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
Wan Yifu wanted to drown Wanyu by any means, which had completely angered Lin Baohua.
A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Zheng Haotian nodded slightly.
kill……
It doesn't seem to be very difficult.
However, just as he took a step forward and was about to walk out, Yue Yan's voice, as thin as an insect's murmur, suddenly came to his ears: "Wait a minute, don't hurt his life, just break his Dantian. Still.
Yes, it’s a little harder to win..."
Zheng Haotian was slightly startled, and when he glanced, he happened to see the stern sneer on Yue Yan's face that disappeared.
For some reason, when Zheng Haotian saw this sneer, he felt a faint chill in his heart.
He knew that Yue Man was definitely not a good man and a believer. Since he gave such an order, it must make sense.
Although Yue Yan's instructions were different from Lin Baohua's, he had already made a decision in just a moment.
For a hunter, the pain of breaking through his Dantian would take his life away from him. Perhaps, it would be a good choice to let him suffer this punishment alive.
Zheng Haotian withdrew his gaze and walked out of the crowd with firm steps.
He glanced at Yue Man and then looked back in a natural manner, and his eyes did not even stay on Yue Man's face for a moment.
In the eyes of others, Zheng Haotian seemed to have turned his head and glanced at Lin Baohua because he heard what he said. He never thought that what Zheng Haotian was actually looking at was not Lin Baohua who was uttering arrogance, but the one who had always been talking.
They all stood with their hands down, Yue Yan said nothing.
After several years of running around, Zheng Haotian has become older without realizing it.
Especially after he personally killed people and hunted alone in the jungle for a year, it had an immeasurable and tremendous boost to his growth.
When Zheng Haotian arrived at the center of the empty field, everyone in Wanjia Village, including Wan Yifu, was a little confused.
They looked at Zheng Haotian, then at Lin Baohua and others, and they all had the same expression on their faces.
They are not crazy, right?
Although Zheng Haotian showed his prowess in the Pianxi City Martial Arts Hall the day before yesterday, his fame has spread like wings.
However, that kind of fame can only spread to the inner city of Pianxi City at most, and may not even reach the outer city, let alone the villages outside the city.
Of course, even if Wan Yifu and others heard this rumor, they would definitely not be able to associate this small, inconspicuous young man in front of them with the famous Zheng Haotian in the city.
"Lin Baohua, who is this?" Wan Yifu asked coldly.
Before Zheng Haotian and others could answer, someone from Wanjia Village called out: "Village Chief, this is the son of Carpenter Zheng from Dalin Village. It is said that he is only fourteen years old this year."
Carpenter Zheng from Dalin Village is famous for his skills. Even the gentlemen in the city are full of praise for his skills. Most of them have heard of his name. Dalin Village and Wanjia Village are not far apart. Some people have seen and know him.
Zheng Haotian is not unusual either.
Wan Yifu took a deep breath. There was a sigh of resentment in his chest, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.
"Lin Baohua, do you want a fourteen-year-old kid to compete with me?"
Lin Baohua said slowly: "Wan Yifu, if you don't want to compete, can you admit defeat?"
Wan Yifu laughed angrily, his laughter was sharp and filled with strong danger: "Okay, Lin Baohua, you are seeking death on your own, you can't blame me."
The onlookers looked at Zheng Haotian with a hint of pity.
This was not because they deliberately underestimated Zheng Haotian, but because no one believed that a fourteen-year-old boy could defeat a mid-level hunter who had been famous for many years.
No matter how talented a young man is, it is already a great thing to be promoted to a junior hunter at the age of fourteen.
Intermediate level, this is a dream that is out of reach for most people...
He closed his eyes slightly, and when Wan Yifu opened his eyes again, the anger in his eyes had basically disappeared.
In just a moment, he had controlled his mood and regained his composure.
His cold eyes swept over Zheng Haotian's obviously underage face, and Wan Yifu sighed: "It's a pity that Carpenter Zheng's craftsmanship, which has been passed down for generations, will be lost today."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped the ground with both feet and rushed over like an arrow from a string.
"Huh... crackle..."
A sharp scream suddenly came from the air, as if something was rubbing violently.
This is Fist Strength, the powerful power inspired by an intermediate hunter is fully displayed at this moment.
Competitions between villages for living space are often not life-and-death battles. In the past, when Wan Yifu and Yu Jiansheng fought, both sides were quite restrained and did not fight to the death.
However, the situation this time is completely different.
Wan Yifu was already going all out, and he immediately attacked with a sudden attack. He had decided that no matter who fought on behalf of Dalin Village, he would beat them to death.
Zheng Haotian raised his eyebrows slightly, and he immediately felt the strong killing aura coming from the other party.
However, even if Wan Yifu's murderous intent was twice as strong, it could not compare with the violent black bear in the Colosseum.
Zheng Haotian's eyes didn't even show the slightest emotion. He just flatly stretched out his hand and faced the opponent's fist.
"Winning is a little harder..."
Yue Lan's instructions just now suddenly flashed through his mind, and Zheng Haotian tried his best to control his energy and strength.
"A little less, a little less."
In his body, the four streams of heat had originally been entangled and fused together with the true energy, but at this moment they actively dispersed under his control.
The zhenqi, which was only partially attached to the heat, exploded out with Zheng Haotian's fist.
It was like a thunder on the ground. When the two fists collided heavily in mid-air, they made a sound like New Year's firecrackers exploding.
Wan Yifu exclaimed and stumbled back until he could barely stand still after five or six steps.
Zheng Haotian jumped back, slammed into the open door, and fell into the yard.
He rubbed his arm desperately, his grinning expression seemed to be in extreme pain.
There was a sudden gasp, and everyone's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets...
The two of them had just fought head-on, but they were almost evenly matched?
For a moment, even Xu Chenggong and Wan Qiangwu's eyes became strange.
"Dad, they don't know what's good, please don't show mercy." Wan Qiangwu suddenly shouted loudly.
It was then that everyone in Wanjia Village suddenly realized that the village chief was showing mercy. However, Xu Chenggong, another hunter present, frowned and felt something was wrong.
Wan Yifu, is he really showing mercy?
The muscles on his face twitched a few times. Although his fists were in excruciating pain and almost his entire arm was numb. But after all, Wan Yifu couldn't wink like Zheng Haotian.
Yu Jiansheng and others shook their heads slightly, and Yue Yan secretly sighed in his heart. Although this kid's martial arts is strong, he has too little experience after all...
"Hunter..." Wan Yifu said gloomily: "Are you already a hunter?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment and then burst into an uproar.
Zheng Haotian was able to take a punch from Wan Yifu without falling behind. No one would believe that he was not a hunter. But a fourteen-year-old hunter?
For a moment, everyone in Wanjia Village looked a little ugly.
Dalin Village has such a genius, so in a few years, who will be able to stop him in the competition between the villages.
Zheng Haotian pretended to put down his arm and said loudly: "Village Chief Wan, you will know if I am a hunter or not as long as you have beaten me."
He secretly cursed in his heart that he had used too much power. This Wan Yifu, I thought he was very powerful before, but after a fight, I realized that he was much weaker than he thought.
Wan Yifu said coldly: "Okay, we'll know after the fight..."
He unfolded his figure and bullied him again. But this time, he no longer fought hard, but used boxing techniques, hoping to suppress his opponent in terms of martial arts and experience.
Zheng Haotian's eyes lit up slightly, he jumped up and got entangled with Wan Yifu.
Wan Yifu has been practicing martial arts for decades and is good at more than ten boxing techniques. His fighting experience is far better than Zheng Haotian. Once the boxing technique is launched, it will roll down like the water of the river, one wave higher than the other, as if it lasts forever.
Endless.
In comparison, Zheng Haotian's boxing skills are much simpler.
The only boxing techniques he has learned are two sets, the entry-level Chang Fist and the Wolf Fist. These two sets of boxing techniques are not brilliant at all. But his figure is incredibly flexible, and his movements are full of power, even if they are weak.
Kazuo is not willing to fight head-on with this guy who is like a bull.
Not only that, Zheng Haotian always seems to be able to predict his opponent before he fights with anyone. No matter how sophisticated and varied Wan Yifu's boxing techniques are, he can't really put him in a desperate situation.
After attacking like a violent storm for half an hour, Wan Yifu gradually became exhausted and his movements slowed down.
The mid-level hunter was not originally so weak, but although he tried his best to restrain himself, when he fought with Zheng Haotian and felt the fierce fist wind whistling around him, his true energy could not help but consume a few percent more. In addition, against a
The little kid still couldn't fight for a long time and was impatient and angry, so he behaved so badly.
The two of them were fighting each other. At first, the people in Wanjia Village cheered loudly, but as Wan Yifu gradually became exhausted, their faces turned pale as they looked at each other.
Yue Yan coughed lightly.
This sound meant nothing to others, but to Zheng Haotian's ears it sounded like a giant cannon.
His body trembled slightly, and he immediately understood what Yue Yan meant.
Fighting for such a long time is enough to prove that it is "difficult" to win.
Zheng Haotian's eyes brightened slightly, and he suddenly roared. The true energy in his body circulated, and a stream of heat wrapped around him, and they merged into one body in an instant.
His one step was like a dragon and tiger, and his punch was like a giant axe.
There was a loud explosion, and his punch had already shaken off Wan Yifu's blocking arms.
He punched Huang Long directly, without mercy, and hit his Dantian heavily.
Wan Yifu roared loudly, flew backwards, spurted out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, fell to the ground, and fell unconscious...