They clearly saw just now that the God of Death was only a few centimeters away from Ye Fan and was about to succeed.
Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the situation was reversed and the God of Death was knocked down.
You know, the international deterrent power of the God of Death is second only to the dark list, and is even more powerful!
He once killed several martial arts masters with one enemy against a hundred, causing a bloody storm around the world.
However, he actually lost to a young man of about twenty years old?
Isn’t this so fucking nonsense?
At this time, the God of Death struggled twice and stood up. He covered his chest, looked at Mark with a look of reluctance, and cursed: "Damn it! I almost managed to stab you just now. I don't accept it!"
Ye Fan glanced at him and said casually: "Isn't it just pricking me? Then I will do as you wish!"
After saying that, Ye Fan picked up the silver needle stained with venom on the ground, and then pricked it at the tip of his finger.
Suddenly, blood overflowed from his fingertips and dripped on the silver needle.
Seeing this scene, everyone's pupils shrank!
"Holy crap! Is this kid crazy?"
"You can't even touch such a serious poison, but this guy actually pricked his hand?"
"Could this kid want to commit suicide?"
"I'll go! Is he brave as a skilled artist, or does he ignore the existence of Baidu Duanxin? He is too arrogant!"
Everyone's face was filled with astonishment.
Forehead?
At this time, the God of Death looked stunned. He was still worried about not being able to prick Ye Fan just now. Who knew that Ye Fan took the initiative to dip his fingers into the silver needle?
Is this kid looking down on my poison?
The God of Death was quite angry, even a little aggrieved.
He knew very well how powerful the poison was. Even if he used the poison himself, he would never be able to prick it on his fingertips without hesitation like Mark.
However, the God of Death is still angry, but Ye Fan was poisoned and his heart was broken. Even if he had incredible strength, he would still be angry.
There is only one way to die.
After all, the God of Death's heart-breaking poison is specifically designed to suppress the poisons of masters.
It is so toxic that even a tiny bit of it can be fatal immediately.
"Ye, I didn't expect you to be so stupid and take the initiative to prick yourself with a poisonous needle?"
"Haha! I want to see how long you can last with such a powerful toxin!"
The God of Death endured the pain and looked at Mark with a sneer.
The corner of Ye Fan's mouth curled up, and then he asked with interest: "God of Death, how long can an average person last with this poison?"
The God of Death smiled coldly, and when he mentioned the poison that can break the heart, he became confident. He looked at Ye Fan arrogantly and said proudly: "The average person, as long as he is exposed to poison, will be poisoned within ten seconds.
You will definitely die! And an expert like you is physically stronger than ordinary people, but you can only hold on for about a minute at most! If you don’t get rid of the toxin within a minute, you will bleed from all your orifices and die suddenly on the spot!"
"One minute?"
Hearing this, Ye Fan's lips curled up in amusement, and then he deliberately asked: "Is there anyone who has more than one minute?"
"No!"
"Unless that person is a god!"
The God of Death said word by word, with a very proud look on his face. Among the warriors he knew, no one had ever surpassed his poisonous needle.
This heart-breaking technique with hundreds of poisons is his famous skill, and he has always been successful.
The God of Death felt that even the masters of the dark list would not be able to resist his poisonous needles.
Hearing the words "Killing God", Ye Fan's sneer on the corner of his mouth became even thicker, "Really? Then you may have seen what God is today!"
"You brat, stop talking nonsense here! You will definitely not last a minute!" Luo Yongsheng on the side looked sarcastic. He didn't believe that Ye Fan could last a minute: