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Chapter 2373

Chapter 2373

When Master Huang heard this, he roared angrily and then stood up with difficulty.

"Pfft——"

As soon as he stood up, Master Huang opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Then he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then stared at Ye Fan and gritted his teeth and said: "Bastard, I will kill you, a beast, even if I risk my life today!"

With that said, he rushed forward again.

Seeing this, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, and then kicked him out.

"puff!"

Ye Fan's kick hit Master Huang's chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

And this kick knocked Master Huang to his knees on the spot!

"this?"

At this time, everyone in the audience was stunned.

They were all shocked. No one would have thought that Ye Fan would win so easily. How could this be an evenly matched life and death competition? It was simply a one-sided situation!

At this time, Mr. Zhao on the side had a horrified expression on his face. What he never expected was that Master Huang used a silver needle to open up the Ren and Du veins, but he still couldn't defeat Ye Fan.

So, he asked with eager concern: "Wu Zhiyang! Why is it that Master Huang has opened up the Ren and Du Second Lines, but he is still no match for this kid!?"

Wu Zhiyang also frowned at this moment and said: "I...I don't know! Master, why...is this?"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on Master Huang, expecting Master Huang to tell them the answer.

Master Huang clutched his chest and gasped, obviously losing the ability to fight.

You know, even though he had opened up the Ren and Du meridian, he was still punched away by Ye Fan, and three of his ribs were broken.

This result was something he never expected.

After all, he is the number one master in the capital, and now he can't beat a brat who is still young!

How could this make him feel so embarrassed?

Thinking of this, Master Huang gritted his teeth and stared at Ye Fan, his eyes flashing with extremely vicious murderous intent. He asked with great reluctance: "You brat! Why are you so... so powerful? What are you studying under?"

who?"

"Who am I studying under? Haha! I am self-taught without a teacher! I am self-taught! Do you believe it?" Ye Fan said jokingly with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

As soon as these words came out, Master Huang was so angry that he was so angry that his blood flowed backwards. He made a "pop" sound on the spot and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"master!"

After Wu Zhiyang saw this, he quickly shouted.

"I...I'm fine!"

Master Huang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand and pretended to be strong, but everyone could see that he was seriously injured and had no strength to fight anymore.

At this time, Ye Fan walked up while smoking a cigarette, then stretched out his right foot and stepped on Master Huang's chest.

"ah!"

Suddenly, Master Huang let out a fierce scream, and then his whole body was trampled to the ground by Ye Fan.

Seeing his master being so abused, Wu Zhiyang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, wanted to go up and save him. Unfortunately, his hands and feet were disabled and he had no power to resist. He couldn't even get close to Ye Fan, so he could only sit helplessly.

The ground was roaring.

"Ye Fan! You...you are so inhumane! My master has been seriously injured, and you are so old, but you can still be so cruel?! People like you deserve to be struck by lightning!

"Wu Zhiyang glared at Ye Fan fiercely and cursed loudly.

Hearing Wu Zhiyang's insults, Ye Fan turned his head and glanced at him, and then snorted: "Didn't you tell me yesterday that tonight's arena is a life and death battle? Since it is a life and death battle! Either I die or he dies!

You think so, Master Huang?"

After saying that, Ye Fan stepped down hard again.

"puff--"

Master Huang spit out a mouthful of blood again. He felt that his lungs had been burst by Ye Fan's step.

I saw Master Huang gritting his teeth, holding back the pain, and cursed with a look of reluctance: "You bastard! You...you don't have martial ethics!"


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