"Brother Tan, Brother Li... I'm afraid he will lose if we continue to fight like this!"
Under the stage, Zhao Kuo stared at the two people fighting fiercely on the stage and said anxiously.
Chuck Ce and Shen Xingyue next to them also looked anxious.
Tan Sheng was quite calm, stroking his hands and smiling, and said: "Don't worry, Brother Li has backup. In the end, the victory in this duel will be his."
"Whoosh!"
Zhao Kuo and the other two men instantly turned to look at Tan Sheng with shocked eyes.
Tan Sheng smiled and said nothing.
What else does Zhao Kuo want to ask?
At this time, a young man next to him glanced sideways, sneered, and said: "You really are not afraid of the wind and flash your tongue! In the current situation, Senior Brother Wanlong has already taken full advantage. That Li Xiaoyao, you didn't see him being beaten."
What happened? Is there a back-up? What back-up? What a joke! You don’t really think that Li Xiaoyao will win, do you?"
The young man who spoke was also very powerful. In this outer sect competition, he broke into the top 30 and was considered a man of the hour in the outer sect.
"That's right, Senior Brother Wanlong's strength is beyond what a new disciple can imagine!"
"That Li Xiaoyao can reach the semi-finals is already a smoke in his ancestral grave. Is it possible that he still wants to reach the finals? Stop making trouble."
"It's important to be self-aware!"
"You are really a frog in the well!"
Several disciples nearby also spoke out.
There was a lot of sarcasm in the words.
They are all disciples who have been in the outer sect for a long time. They are deeply impressed by the strength of Jiang Yunfan, Wan Long, Wood Demon and other top people on the outer sect list. In their minds, those people are almost invincible.
Synonymous with "", in their opinion, Lin Fan is still far behind compared to beings at Wanlong's level.
Take Wanlong as an example, he can easily defeat the likes of Li Mo or Murong Yunhai.
Therefore, Lin Fan has defeated so many strong opponents along the way, including two in the top ten of the outer sect list, but such a record still cannot make them change their views.
"you......"
Zhao Kuo and Chuck were immediately anxious, their eyes widened, and they were about to argue with those people.
Although Shen Xingyue didn't take any action, her face had become very cold at this moment.
They had been getting along with Lin Fan and Tan Sheng for a month, and they had a good relationship. Naturally, they couldn't get used to hearing other people talk about their friends like this.
Tan Sheng was still calm. He reached out to stop Zhao Kuo and Chuck, looked at those people, grinned, and said: "Watch, watch how Li Xiaoyao slaps you in the face, slaps all of you in the face!"
His tone was firm and his attitude was resolute, seeming to confirm that Lin Fan would win.
Upon hearing this, the first person who spoke opposite sneered and said, "Just watch! I want to see who slapped whom in the face!"
"We'll see!"
The two sides didn't agree with each other, so they didn't say anything more. They each snorted coldly and turned to look at the stage.
The battle between Wan Long and Lin Fan is still stalemate and fierce.
The sound of "bang bang bang bang" sounded continuously and very densely.
The fighting in Bandung became more and more fierce.
Lin Fan was suppressed harder and harder.
As the second-ranked being on the outer sect list, Wanlong is not only strong, but also has rich combat experience. As long as he has a slight advantage, he can seize this advantage and continue to expand it. Gradually, the advantage will be
Turn it into a victory!
Lin Fan is indeed very difficult to perform with his bare hands, and he is now a casual cultivator "Li Xiaoyao". Many things cannot be exposed, and his physical strength can only be maintained at a very average level. Compared with a person like Wan Long who focuses on the physical body,
Incomparable.
This also led to Lin Fan's successive defeats.
In the eyes of outsiders, if there were no accidents, Lin Fan would definitely lose.
"Hahaha!"
"Li Xiaoyao, you are very good. You have persisted in my hands for so long. However, if this is all you have, then I can only say sorry."
"I'm sorry, I want to win this battle!"
While Wan Long launched a violent attack on Li Xiaoyao, he also kept talking to influence Lin Fan.
Lin Fan smiled coldly. Although he was covered in blood, his momentum did not weaken much. His eyes were bright and sharp, as sharp as a knife blade.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
Wan Long saw Lin Fan's indifferent expression and said coldly.
His attacks became more violent.
Every punch and kick contained extremely ferocious power, causing waves of roaring sounds, and the surrounding space even trembled slightly.
And with some strong infuriating energy as support, Wanlong can sustain such a high-intensity attack for a long time.
Although Lin Fan was retreating, he did not appear panicked. His defense was not watertight, but it was definitely tight. It would not be easy for Wanlong to completely defeat Lin Fan for a while.
Although Lin Fan was covered in blood, the injuries were minor and had little impact.
Lin Fan kept acting as if he couldn't hold on the next moment, which made Wan Long always feel that he was about to win, but Lin Fan kept insisting.
Gradually, Bandung began to lose patience.
He felt more and more that Lin Fan was far more difficult to deal with than he thought.
And what Lin Fan wanted was this effect.
He was wearing down Bandung's patience.
When a person loses patience, that is when he is most likely to make mistakes!
The people in the audience didn't know this. They only thought that the battle between the two was extremely fierce and exciting!
This kind of hand-to-hand combat is the most entertaining.
"It seems that in the next game, we will probably have to compete with this new junior brother for the first place..."
Jiang Yunfan murmured.
The voice was very low, and there was no one else around him, otherwise this sentence would definitely shock people.
In Jiang Yunfan's view, Lin Fan's winning rate has surpassed Wanlong!
There was still a fierce battle on the stage.
Sudden.
Lin Fan's face suddenly turned pale, as if he had been severely injured.
Seeing this scene, Wan Long's eyes lit up, and he secretly thought that an opportunity had come. He mobilized his true energy fiercely and concentrated it on his fist. The huge fist became even more ferocious, like a heavy hammer, exuding violence.
momentum.
"Violent killing fist!"
Wanlong shouted loudly.
He punched out and hit Lin Fan hard.
Wanlong attacked with all his strength, using all his strength, leaving no room for defense.
He wanted to use this move to end the battle completely.
He has endured enough.
Lin Fan's face instantly became extremely flustered, with a touch of despair.
He quickly backed away.
"Hahaha! Li Xiaoyao, the game is over!"
Wanlong smiled wildly and moved faster.
He caught up with Lin Fan in an instant, and the distance between them was already less than two meters.
A cheerful smile appeared on Wan Long's face.
But what he didn't see was that Lin Fan, who had his back turned to him, also raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile.
The next moment, Lin Fan took a step forward and stamped on the ground hard, shattering the stone slabs under his feet, and his body came to a sudden stop.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Fan turned around fiercely.
A punch was delivered.
"Li Xiaoyao, you are seeking death!"
Wan Long saw that Lin Fan stopped running and wanted to fight with him, and he sneered inwardly.
Isn't this seeking death?
But soon, Wan Long's face changed drastically, and his pupils shrank sharply.