"Uncle, grandpa invited you from overseas just for this Bagu martial arts competition. You will not miss any of the benefits that are due to you!"
Yan Jue didn't care about anything else and quickly agreed.
"Okay." The middle-aged man nodded and smiled indifferently to Zhuang Yi and other Zhuang family members.
"Although I don't have much of a close relationship with the Yan family, for the sake of those treasures, I will help the Yan family earn some face. I would like to advise you, young people of the banker family, not to set yourself on fire."
Zhuang Yi frowned.
He also felt the sense of oppression coming from the other party, but now that the Yan family is weak and the Pan family is rising, they must choose one of them.
In their eyes, the Pan family seems to be strong, but in fact it is mainly due to Ye Fan's individual strength and the mutual cooperation of the clan members.
In the melee, unless you have absolute strength, it will be difficult to get an advantage from the Pan family.
However, in the next round of the arena battle, except for Ye Fan, other warriors of the Pan family have no advantage, so the banker can rest easy.
As for the Yan family, they have no use value anymore. Instead of staying on the stage and wasting their quota, it is better to fight early and help their other allies in the banker gain some positions.
"Mysterious!" Zhuang Yi pursed his lips, looked at each other and shouted: "Do it!"
Suddenly, the Zhuang and Yan families fought together.
Among this group of warriors, the dealer has three masters who are twice the limit, and his direct descendant Zhuang Yi is one of them.
He is only thirty-six years old this year and is in his prime.
Although he has reached the end of his prime, it shouldn't be a problem to improve further before he gets old and loses his luster.
He led two uncles from the side branch and rushed into the Yan family's hinterland. No one could stop him wherever he went. He defeated three Yan family warriors in a few rounds and eliminated them from the game.
Another young man named Zhuang led the other seven people to surround the Yan family, leaving no fish behind.
The Yan family was suppressed and beaten, and instantly lost half of their fighting power.
Yan Jue was so angry that he fought with the young man named Zhuang several times.
The opponent has a large number of people and will soon be forced back into the battle circle.
"Uncle, why don't you take action!" Yan Jue was so anxious that he was dripping with cold sweat, turned his head and shouted loudly.
The middle-aged man surnamed Yan smiled faintly, "I will take action, but I didn't say when. As long as someone from the Yan family is promoted, it's enough. My surname is also Yan."
"Uncle..." Yan Jue's vision went dark and he almost spurted blood, "You... you want anything else, just ask!"
"Haha, it's easy to talk." The middle-aged man surnamed Yan tilted his head and thought for a while, "My overseas company is not going well. Give me 100 million and I will help you get rid of all the people on the stage. How about it?"
"One hundred million?!" Yan Jue was horrified, "How much have our Yan family made in total over the years, and you want 100 million as soon as you ask?"
The middle-aged man surnamed Yan nodded, "Don't the Yan family claim to have a fortune of one billion? I want one hundred million, but it's not too much, right?"
Being robbed by fire by his own family, Yan Jue was so angry that he trembled all over.
"I...I can't make the decision, Grandpa must nod." Yan Jue quickly looked towards the attic of the ancient palace.
Before the Bagu Martial Arts Tournament, the middle-aged man surnamed Yan had made this request to the head of the Yan family.
The head of the Yan family is not an idiot, so he can naturally see what is going on on the martial arts stage.
At that moment, he waved his hand and shouted loudly: "I agree to your conditions, take action quickly!"
"Hahaha..." The middle-aged man surnamed Yan laughed loudly, stretched out his thick arm and pinched back, just in time to clamp the neck of a member of the Zhuang family.
"Uh-huh!"
The huge force lifted the Zhuang family members directly, making them unable to break free.
"It's a pity that you can't kill, otherwise your life will belong to me." The middle-aged man surnamed Yan sighed with regret and waved his hand away.
Like a cannonball, this member of the Zhuang family jumped across the martial arts platform, flew dozens of meters away, and fell heavily outside the arena, landing right at the door of the Zhuang family's tent.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his internal organs felt like they were on fire.
The Zhuang family members who advanced in the previous round quickly helped him into the tent to rest and nurse his injuries.
Zhuang Yang and Zhuang Dong looked at each other coldly, feeling secretly heartbroken.
The opponent can throw a large living person tens of meters away, and the force must exceed a thousand kilograms.
If you throw it casually, you can reach twice the limit of power. If you explode with all your strength, wouldn't it be three times the limit?
Although Zhuang Yang and others are warriors twice the limit, their age has reached the end of the peak of growth, reaching the age of thirty-five, sixty-seven.
Strictly speaking, they are not considered young people, but young adults.
It's just that warriors have practiced martial arts for a long time and their faces age slowly, so they look younger than their peers.
The middle-aged man named Yan was only about forty years old, not much older than Zhuang Yang and others.
However, he can actually possess three times the ultimate strength.
They are also geniuses of the Wu clan, but the gap between twice the limit and three times the limit is like a chasm. How can they accept it?
"Impossible, impossible!" Zhuang Yang narrowed his triangular eyes and his fists trembled slightly.
Zhuang Dong gritted his teeth tightly, feeling greatly disappointed: "How could the Yan family have such a strong descendant? We have never heard of it!"
"I hope he is not triple the limit, otherwise we will not be his opponent at all."
Zhuang Yang spat out and shouted angrily: "The Pan family has a son-in-law, and the Yan family has a master! Damn it, they have never been seen in the Baku Martial Arts Association before, why did they all appear this time?
coming!"
"Now that we have dug out one, let's take advantage of the fact that my banker has many experts in the second round and get him down first!" Zhuang Dong clenched his fists, "Lest we fight alone in the future, it will be detrimental to us!"
"Um."
Zhuang Yang grinned, pretended to cheer towards the martial arts platform, and blew two long and short whistles.
The Bagu Wukai prohibits on-site instruction, but each family will invent some code words.
Accompanied by Zhuang Yang's whistle, the banker's formation besieging the Yan family suddenly came to a standstill, and everyone distanced themselves.
At the same time, several elite warriors from four more families surrounded the Yan family.
The people of the Tang family were very smart and did not step forward abruptly. Instead, they formed three small square formations and wandered outside the battle circle.
The Bagu Wukai has no absolute competitors, nor reliable allies.
They know very well what triple limit master represents, so as long as they have the opportunity, they don't mind helping the dealer solve this serious problem!
The situation on the fighting stage suddenly changed. There were only four warriors left in the Yan family, and the number of warriors besieging them suddenly increased to more than twenty.
There are more than 20 people, including six masters who are twice the limit.
The middle-aged man surnamed Yan has a serious look on his face and is no longer as arrogant as before.
"Let's go up side by side, we can't let him advance!" Zhuang Yi shouted in a deep voice, leading six masters who were twice as high as the limit and rushed towards the middle-aged man named Yan.
The middle-aged man surnamed Yan, whose muscles all over his body grew rapidly, beat back his opponent with several consecutive punches, fought and retreated, and wandered around the martial arts arena.
He faced six strong opponents and looked a little embarrassed, but it was not easy for the opponents to defeat him.
It just made things difficult for Yan Jue and the others. They were knocked off the stage instantly and lost the qualification for the next round.
Pan Xiong and others retreated to a corner and carefully observed the happenings on the fighting stage.
Looking back at the previous Bagu martial arts tournaments, the Pan family was a soft persimmon that could be manipulated by anyone, and anyone could come up and give it a try.
Nowadays, no family around them dares to look down upon them. Instead, they have become outsiders sitting on the mountain and watching the fight between tigers and tigers. This was something they could not even imagine before.
There was chaos on the fighting stage. The middle-aged man surnamed Yan relied on his suppressive power to fight with six masters who were twice the limit.
Both sides fought back and forth, fighting fiercely.
The middle-aged man surnamed Yan is a ruthless character. He risked injury and punched two masters.
He suffered some minor injuries, but the opponent was eliminated directly. By the way, he also killed five or six warriors who were waiting for an opportunity to attack.
"Damn it, if this continues, even if I advance to the next round, I will be beaten to death by other families in a wheel battle!"
The middle-aged man named Yan secretly gritted his teeth and suddenly ran away.
He first used a crazy wave of punches to fight off three masters who were twice as strong as his limit, then turned around and withdrew from the battle circle, rushing towards the place with the most people.
In other parts of the fighting platform, various families are still fighting.
When they saw the middle-aged man surnamed Yan rushing towards him, they quickly stopped and backed away, for fear of being affected.
However, the middle-aged man surnamed Yan went there just for them.
"Get down here!"
He shouted angrily and punched the two warriors in the chest twice, smashing them directly onto the bluestone floor.
The bluestone fighting platform suddenly cracked open, and the two warriors vomited blood and fell into coma.
Zhuang Yi was shocked and shouted: "No, don't let him kill the warriors from other families!"
At this time, there are more than 60 people on the fighting stage. If there are enough people surnamed Yan, the fight will be suspended according to the rules of melee, and then he can successfully advance to the next round.
All the warriors who exceeded their limit immediately gathered their tribesmen together, and four masters with twice the limit quickly rushed towards the middle-aged man surnamed Yan.
The middle-aged man surnamed Yan has rich fighting experience and moves calmly and quickly. He hid with Zhuang Yi and others for a while, and then defeated seven or eight warriors.
Zhuang Yi was so angry that his head was filled with smoke and he shouted angrily: "If you're from the Yan family, if you have the guts to fight us, don't try to attack those weak warriors!"
"Neuropathy."
The middle-aged man surnamed Yan curled his lips disdainfully, "If it's one-on-one, I won't be afraid of anyone who can't shout. If you have the ability, come one by one!"
When a master flees with all his strength, those weaker than him cannot pursue him.
With a muffled sound, the elder of the Tang family waved angrily to end the game, "The melee is over, the 100 people who have advanced will go back to rest, and the ring battle will begin on time tomorrow!"
Chen time, seven o'clock in the morning.
The middle-aged man named Yan's face recovered a little, and he raised his head and laughed.
Zhuang Yi and others were extremely embarrassed and jumped off the martial arts platform with a sullen face and returned to their respective families' camps.
In the attic of the ancient palace, Patriarch Yan's face finally showed a cheerful smile, while Patriarch Zhuang, Patriarch Tang and others were all expressionless.
Seeing that the melee was over, Pan Yunhai quickly walked down the ancient palace with the three old men.
"Second brother, the Yan family has hidden a trump card. It seems that the banker and the Tang family are going to be in trouble this time!" Boss Pan stroked his white beard and said with a cheerful smile.
Pan Yunhai sighed, "That boy from the Yan family is a bit powerful, I wonder if Mark can handle it."
"Have you seen his strength?"
"It's hard to say." Pan Yunhai smacked his lips, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"He is at least twice the peak of the limit. Even three times the limit is not impossible!"