"Hit me with your strength?" Wells was slightly startled.
He has also studied a lot of Chinese kung fu, heard about Tai Chi, and tried it before, but he has a strong nature and has never been able to connect, and he has no patience.
In the week since he came to China, some people in the martial arts studio he challenged also used Tai Chi, but they did not have such power.
"I also met someone in your Chinese martial arts school who claimed to be a descendant of Tai Chi, but he didn't have the power like you. Why is that?"
Ye Fan walked around casually and said: "I have told you that the martial arts in those martial arts schools can only be used for performances, not for fighting, and not for killing."
Wells was still dissatisfied, and once again burst out with a strong momentum, making fists with both hands, a large number of muscles were highlighted, and the veins were exposed, and he said:
"There once was a great master in China named Bruce Lee. He created a martial art called Jeet Kune Do. Did you know that?"
Ye Fan saw that he was going to use Jeet Kune Do and said:
"It seems that you have a good understanding of my Chinese martial arts, but I don't know how much you have mastered."
Wells stepped forward, his steps were extremely fast, and he punched with both hands at an extremely fast speed. He stepped and punched at the same time, with murderous intent.
Wherever he passed, he left deep footprints under his feet.
Both fists broke the air and came roaring.
This posture is not inferior to the punch just now.
"UI!"
He still said this sentence.
Ye Fan stood there, watching him keep pumping his fists, killing him quickly, and said:
"Do you know who Bruce Lee's master was?"
Standing on one foot, half squatting with the body, he took a posture and said:
"Yongchun, Ye Fan!"
Wells's bloody face froze slightly, and the speed of his punches continued to increase, and he came directly to kill him.
Ye Fan moved!
Take the initiative to greet them.
She leaned slightly and was very flexible, cleverly avoiding his fists, and the whistling wind of the fists passed by her ears.
Make fists with both hands!
Quick blast!
The speed is faster, and the air is exploded.
Boom boom came.
"What?"
Wells realized something was wrong.
The opponent's punch was actually faster than his, so fast that he couldn't see clearly.
It landed in the gaps between his fists, hit his flesh, hit his arms, shoulders, back, and finally hit his neck.
Click!
The bones in his neck were about to be broken, but fortunately he reacted in time.
Roll and go down, otherwise this neck will be broken.
"Ada..."
Wells stood up like a carp with his huge body.
Make fists with both hands and sweep your thighs across.
Ye Fan jumped up, avoided the sweeping leg, stepped forward, and punched so fast that he couldn't see clearly.
Punch him in the face.
The huge body fell suddenly, but Ye Fan didn't stop, punching him in the face intensively, and kept hitting him, the fists were powerful, and the punches came down.
He covered his face with his hands and protected his head.
Otherwise, Ye Fan will blow his head off.
After intensive punching, his hands finally made a clicking sound.
The bones in both hands and wrists were broken.
"Learn from Bruce Lee? You scream!"
"Blow your brains out!"
"Think you know our Chinese Kung Fu? You only learn its form but don't understand its essence. It's just a show."
Ye Fan's punch was extremely powerful and hit Wells on the wrist.
The force even penetrated his wrist and hit his face.
The onlookers were stunned.
This is not the picture they want to see, this is not what they should be!
Wells was a fierce man who defeated the vulture, how could he be beaten so violently by a doctor?
"This...how is this possible?"
"Didn't this foreigner say he was a mercenary king? He can't even defeat a vulture. How could this happen?"
"Is the way I opened it wrong? This Ye Fan looks ordinary, but why is he so fierce? When he fights, he looks like a beast."
"Did you see clearly the speed of his punch? Isn't it too fast?"
"I've seen it in movies, but I've never seen it in real life. The speed of foreigners is already fast enough. I can't even see the speed of Ye Fan clearly."
Everyone was shocked.
Ye Fan's might and power were completely beyond their expectations.
Li Jiu stood there, holding the crutch with his hand very hard, gritting his teeth, and looking at it with disbelief on his face.
Wang Dalong, who was standing next to him, looked pale. This battle had nothing to do with him.
Hong Qing looked solemn and was shocked.
He witnessed the battle between the Vulture and Wells with his own eyes. It was a thrilling battle. He knew how powerful the Vulture was, but he still lost to Wells.
Now Wells was beaten violently by Ye Fan and was unable to fight back.
"stop, stop, stop..."
The beating made Wells speak English and immediately shouted stop.
Only then did Ye Fan stop and get off him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Ye Fan stepped down, Wells kicked him with his right foot, which was extremely powerful.
Ye Fan didn't expect that he would suddenly attack him, so he jumped up and dodged away.
Wells quickly got up and stepped back several meters, staring at Ye Fan with murderous intent in his eyes.
"You actually made a sneak attack!"
Ye Fan looked at Wells in front of him and felt a little unhappy.
Wells wiped the blood on his face, jumped up and down, twisted his wrist, straightened the fractured place where Ye Fan hit him, and said in non-standard Chinese dialect:
"I have only one goal, and that is to kill the enemy. It doesn't matter to me how."
Ye Fan smiled and said:
"I understand when you say that."
"So what are you going to do next? Karate?"
Wells jumped up and down, waving his hands constantly, and said:
"Chinese people, I admit that I did underestimate you before. Now, I am going to take it seriously. You should be prepared to accept death."
Ye Fan was very casual and said:
"Western fighting skills? I'm free to do it, you do it!"
Wells's figure moved quickly, waving his fist with great force, and his hands were beating flexibly, and he came directly to kill him.
A cold light suddenly appeared in Ye Fan's eyes, and he moved quickly, disappearing like lightning, leaving only an afterimage.
has come behind him.
The palm of his hand moved forward, straight up, and when it missed the spine of his back by three millimeters, the palm of his hand turned into a fist.
Use the power of thunder to kill him with one punch.
Bang!
Click!
That was the sound of bones breaking.
An inch of punch! An inch of strength!
It contains such strong explosive power that even steel plates will be directly penetrated, let alone flesh and blood.
The spine was directly broken.
"ah……"
Wells screamed and his upper body bent 90 degrees.
Blood flowed freely, quickly soaking his clothes.
This is not over yet.
Ye Fan grabbed his head.
The other hand slashed towards his neck.
Click!
Broken neck bones.
"Well……"
He no longer screamed, but made a muffled sound.
Let go of his head.
Bang!
The whole person fell down and fell to the ground with a crash.
Motionless, dying, eyes wide open, full of unwillingness.
Ye Fan clapped his hands gently and said:
"These are the real Kung Fu of China. Don't think that just because you know a little bit about Kung Fu, you dare to preach about learning Kung Fu of China."
"What king of mercenaries? Don't you know that China is a forbidden land for mercenaries?"
"If you scream in front of me, I will kill you without any discussion."
As he spoke, he glanced around.
Master Jiu and his subordinates were all shocked.
No reaction at all.
His face was full of disbelief, unwilling to believe the facts in front of him.
This is the king of mercenaries that Master Jiu spent a lot of money and tried his best to find.