"I want to challenge him." Su Ren pointed with his hand, pointing at Su Haoran.

Su Haoran stood up with a wry smile. He knew that these people would definitely choose him first when challenging him. Who told him to come in through the back door? This is easy to attract hatred, and he has no record of fighting, which gives people the feeling that he is very weak, which is expected.

"Come on Haoran." Uncle San patted Su Haoran and said.

"Oh, your luck is not very good." Su Haoran said as he walked out, and arrived at the field in a few steps.

"Is that so? I don't know what strength you have to enter the house. Let me see it today." Su Ren said with a sneer, his eyes full of disdain.

"Since you chose me, even if you are in trouble." Su Haoran laughed loudly, twisting the fat on his body, looking like he deserves a beating.

"I'm sorry for you two. Since I'm the first to choose, of course I have to choose a weak one. This human sandbag should feel good, hahaha." Su Ren said proudly to Su Feng and Su Mo, not taking Su Haoran seriously at all. In his eyes, this fat man is not strong and has a heavy figure. It doesn't take any effort to defeat him. This way he can save a lot of physical strength.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Hurry up and it's very tiring to stand here." Su Haoran said impatiently.

"Good boy, since you want to die sooner, of course I have to give you this opportunity." Su Ren said disdainfully. This fat man doesn't look like a strong man no matter how he looks.

"Can Brother Haoran win? That man seems to be very fierce." Yaoyao said with some concern.

"This man is the strength of Huang-level Dacheng, and he is not a match for the fat man." Su Weifeng said relaxedly.

"What? This man is Huang-level Dacheng, how could Brother Haoran beat him? I, a warrior, are already very strong in Huang-level Dacheng." Su Rui said in surprise, even more unbelievable about what Su Weifeng said.

"I also think Haoran can win." Uncle San said with a smile.

Su Weifeng can sense other people's energy fluctuations. Whether it is internal force or true qi, there will be energy fluctuations. He can feel that Su Haoran's fluctuations are much stronger than Su Ren. Since Su Ren is a yellow-level master, Su Haoran is the yellow-level peak. Su Weifeng is not surprised by the result of this game.

Su Weifeng can know the approximate level of others, but Uncle San and the others don’t know it. They can also sense it, but they can only know the approximate level, but they cannot know their true strength.

In their opinion, Su Haoran is at most comparable to Su Ren and is even weaker, and he is more optimistic about Su Ren.

Su Ren took the lead in attacking, and light appeared on his body. A fist shrouded in light hit Su Haoran. Su Haoran smiled and fought with Su Ren. The two of them went back and forth, and the sound of fisting to the flesh was heard from time to time. Su Haoran was hit by Su Ren's fist and was like nothing happened. His fist hit on Su Ren's body was not something Su Ren could easily bear.

The more Su Ren was, the more frightened he was. Although he had not suffered too serious injuries, all of which were trauma of his muscles, muscles and bones, he could not cause any damage to the fat man. His attack could not break the defense at all, which made him very depressed. He was hit hard from time to time, and now his nose bleeding was flowing down. He knew that if this continued, it would not take long for him to be exhausted.

Su Ren roared, and all the internal force in his body gathered at a point in his right fist. He wanted to burn his boat, give up defense, use all his strength to attack, and use all his attacks to break the fat man's defense.

Su Ren's punch was too fast, and Su Haoran had no time to hide, so he could only grit his teeth and hit Su Ren's chest. The two of them used the same method of dying together. To exchange injuries for injuries, it depends on who can hold on.

Everyone present had their eyes wide open. Everyone knew that the winner was about to be decided in this game.

Two muffled sounds sounded almost at the same time, and then a figure flew backwards. It was Su Ren, and Su Haoran just took two steps back and was nothing serious.

Su Ren struggled to stand up, with blood hanging on the corner of his mouth. He wanted to fight again. As soon as he took a step, he felt the blood in his body surging and his throat sweetened. He knew that this was a sign of vomiting blood. Su Ren held back this feeling, and stopped at the same time, and finally did not vomit it out here. Otherwise, if he would be beaten and vomited blood for the first time in the inner hall, the person would be thrown away.

The result at this time was obvious. Su Haoran won. After the manager announced his achievements, Su Haoran excitedly walked to the left of the three chairs and sat down, and waved to Su Weifeng and the others. He was very proud. He didn't expect that Su Ren's attack was so weak that it would not cause any harm to him at all. Moreover, the important thing was that his defense was weaker. He dared to give up defense and fight against himself, which was really a death.

"This fat man is really lucky. He met the weakest one, but you won't have such good luck in a while." Su Yixiao mocked Su Haoran, who was sitting on the chair of the Three Heroes.

"Okay, I'm waiting for your challenge, but I don't know you can't help but fight." Su Haoran said with a smile, and didn't care about Su Yixiao at all.

"Okay, let you know in a while that luck is only temporary, and strength is permanent. You can wait." Su Yixiao snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Su Yixiao hated the fat man, because it was purely because of Su Weifeng. Now, as long as someone close to Su Weifeng is his enemy.

It was Su Mo's turn to choose his opponent. Su Mo decisively chose Su Weifeng. In his opinion, this man who relies on women to enter the inner hall should be the weakest opponent, and he would definitely be much weaker than the fat man just now.

"Su Mo." Su Mo was not good at speaking, and after Su Weifeng came to the stage, he directly reported his name.

"Su Weifeng." Su Weifeng also simply reported his name. Two men who were afraid of trouble met each other and they were neat and started fighting directly.

Su Weifeng stood there, without any intention of attacking. Su Mo launched a fierce attack on Su Weifeng. His body was agile, like a strange assassin, appearing up, down, and left and right from time to time, attacking Su Weifeng. But Su Weifeng could block Su Mo's attack with his hands at the last moment, without failing.

This made Su Mo solemn. Finally, after the two fought for more than a hundred rounds, Su Mo suddenly retreated.

"I admit defeat, I am not Su Weifeng's opponent." Su Mo bowed regretfully to the manager. He was already out of breath at this time, and his body movement and attack speed had significantly decreased. He was far from this man. He really underestimated him before.

He knew that the man had never attacked for so long. It was not his own attack that made the opponent exhausted from defense and had no time to attack. He knew that the opponent was letting go. He could feel that the opponent would lose with just one move. Su Mo clasped his fists at Su Weifeng and sat down in the empty seat on the side. The time that belonged to him was over.
Chapter completed!