Qu Wei glanced at Dadong and Erdong under the fighting ring, with their fists together horizontally and their bodies leaning forward slightly.
"Originally I planned to use it as the bottom of the box. But you are too arrogant. Brother, I can't bear to lose face. I must get it back, haha..."
As he spoke, Qu Wei's shoulder blades slowly squirmed, and his whole body looked like an eagle swooping down to hunt, and even his eyes became fierce.
Ye Fan had never seen this move in Gui Ying's basic martial arts, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
It seems that Qu Wei has figured out a unique skill of his own through Gui Ying's Qi training method and basic martial arts.
"The eagle eats the gods, the eagle strikes the sky!"
The muscle lines on Qu Wei's body were extremely solid, and he exhaled a burst of majestic breath. Then he kicked his feet hard, and his body turned into a cannonball and rushed towards Ye Fan.
The punches of his fists are fierce, powerful and heavy, completely integrating the energy and the ultimate strength of the body, and the burst of power can even match the full blow of a warrior five times the limit!
Dadong and Erdong looked dumbfounded below, and mentally mentioned Ye Fan and was sweating a lot.
Although the two of them were quarrelsome before, they both kept their mouths shut at this time.
The two masters are serious. If their yelling affects the performance of these two people and causes bad results, then they will be guilty!
"Well done!"
Ye Fan took a deep breath, the energy in his body started to mobilize crazily, and the muscles in his body also moved rapidly.
His hands in the gloves became extremely black, and wisps of energy came out of his body, with a faint golden light.
"The Eagle Devours the God, the ultimate jab!"
Ye Fan exerted force with his feet and punched Qu Wei straight away.
"Bang!"
"Tsk..."
The two people's power came into contact, and a powerful whirlwind suddenly erupted with them as the center point.
Qu Wei's glove cracked a huge hole, and his fist was exposed.
He "bang bang bang..." He took ten steps back in a row, each step was very heavy, and he did not stop until he reached the edge of the fighting ring.
If the side ropes of the fighting ring were not strong enough, he might have been knocked off the ring.
Ye Fan's situation was slightly better. There was only one conspicuous crack in his glove, and he stabilized his body after taking seven or eight steps back.
Qu Wei looked blankly at the torn gloves, then looked up at Ye Fan, with a wry smile on his lips.
The winner is clear, the gap is too big!
"No more fighting." Qu Wei shook his head, took off his gloves, and threw them into the storage iron box in the corner.
Inside, there were also more than a dozen pairs of broken gloves, but none of them were completely blown open like Qu Wei's.
"Brother Qu, please accept." Ye Fan laughed.
Dadong and Erdong quickly stepped forward and handed them water.
"Brother Qu, that's amazing. This is the first time I've seen someone who can even compete with Mr. Ye!"
"That's a lot of shit!" Qu Wei smiled bitterly, "Brother Ye, please be merciful, otherwise I will definitely be injured."
"Ah?" Erdong was stunned, "No, I think Mr. Ye also took seven or eight steps back! Brother Qu took eleven or two steps back, that's about the same!"
Qu Wei had no choice but to point to the fighting ring: "Go and take a look at those side ropes."
The two big men came to the fighting ring without knowing what was going on.
I saw five arm-thick side ropes, all split into cracks the size of a thumb, and fell on their own, without any one falling!
"What...is going on?" Dadong and Erdong looked at each other in surprise.
Something must have happened just now that they couldn't see, otherwise how could the side rope be split like this!
"Brother Ye's punch was comparable to a full-strength strike from a master five times the ultimate limit! Moreover, the force in it was very weird, and it was simply not something I could bear."
Qu Wei sighed softly, "So, Brother Ye's fist relaxed in an instant, and he changed his strength to help me relieve my strength. The reason why he retreated was that he was knocked back by his own strength!"
"Brother Qu, that punch of yours is no small matter, and there is no need to belittle yourself." Ye Fan waved his hand and said humbly: "I just used my full strength."
"It's also four times the limit, why is the gap between us so big?" Qu Wei's morale was affected by the blow, and he was a little depressed.
Ye Fan laughed, walked to Qu Wei and said something.
"What?!"
Qu Wei was surprised at first, then overjoyed, and punched Ye Fan on the shoulder: "Good boy, why didn't you tell me earlier? Damn it, didn't I rush to find you to torture you?"
"So, after a while, I'm afraid I won't be your opponent." Ye Fan said with a smile.
"Tsk tsk, not necessarily, not necessarily." Qu Wei's mood instantly improved a lot.
Dadong and Erdong looked at each other, not understanding what they were talking about.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside.
Several people in the fighting ring around stopped and walked out quickly.
"What's going on?" Qu Wei frowned, "Come on, let's go take a look too."
The four of them left the fighting ring. As soon as they went out, they saw twenty or thirty white men standing over at the gym.
Among them was a voluptuous red-haired woman, and sitting on the fitness equipment next to her was a fierce middle-aged white man.
This middle-aged white man is very big, at least two meters away, with a pair of arms as thick as pillars, and the muscles on his body are also bulging. He looks like a humanoid monster!
The red-haired woman's face looked scorched, and she was very embarrassed and whispered persuasion beside him.
However, the middle-aged white man ignored him at all and looked at the Chinese special forces opposite him with his head raised.
"Where is Ye Fan from the Eagle Eagle? Let him come out to see me!"
The middle-aged white man spoke English, and most of the special team members present could understand him.
Immediately, someone shouted and asked: "Bai Mo, why don't you just stay in your training room and come to us in China to cause trouble?"
"Ah!"
The middle-aged white man exhaled heavily, "Am I causing trouble for you, or are you looking for us? Where is that kid Ye Fan? Let him come out!"
Several members of Huaxia's special team looked at each other and then replied: "The brother of the Confidential Eagle is sparring in the fighting ring. If you have anything to do with him, just wait here!"
"Okay!" The middle-aged white man shouted in a deep voice.
"White Devil, please stop making trouble." The red-haired woman urged: "Ye Fan just wants to borrow the training equipment, and he is not provoking the authority of our EU special team. Why do you need to make trouble here?"
"Shirley, what is your relationship with that Mark Ye Fan? Why do you want to help him?"
The middle-aged white man narrowed his eyes, "You should know that you are engaged to my brother, so you cannot flirt with other men. Especially, you are a Chinese!"
Shirley's eyebrows suddenly furrowed deeply: "He and I are just ordinary friends, Bai Mo, please don't talk nonsense..."
Before she could finish speaking, the members of the Chinese special team across from her were all furious.
"Bai Mo, what the hell do you mean?"
"What's wrong with us Chinese people?"
"How dare you say you are not here to cause trouble?!"
Facing the angry shouts from all the members of the Chinese special team, the EU's special team all showed contempt on their faces.
Because the Chinese special teams present were all the elite special teams that had been eliminated.
Those present in the European Union are members of several super special teams. Their status and reputation are far higher than those of China.
In front of the weak, the strong will always raise their proud heads.
"Everyone, please give way."
Among the excited special team members, Ye Fan and Qu Wei squeezed through the crowd and came to the front.
When Dadong saw Bai Mo, he was stunned: "This stupid big guy is bigger than our two brothers combined!"
"Haha, Brother Dadong, don't be humble. If you weighed a hundred pounds more, you should be about the same as him." Ye Fan couldn't help but smile, and then asked the members of the special team beside him: "Brother, what are these people here to do?
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"Brother Ye, they are here to trouble you. You go back first." A member of the special team whispered.
Another person also quickly echoed: "We have already sent people to notify the boss, and they will be here soon. These people are coming in a menacing manner, and the combat assessment will be held in two days, so don't let them get away with it."
Ye Fan smiled lightly, "Don't worry, in our base in China, no matter how arrogant these people are, they won't dare to cause big trouble easily."
The consequences of a special group fight between countries are very serious, not to mention that the last item of the individual soldier assessment is coming soon. If the people on the opposite side dare to take action, the EU will lose half of its combat power.
Shirley controlled Bai Mo's emotions a little, and said to Ye Fan and others with an apologetic smile: "Mr. Ye Fan, I'm sorry, I just wanted to help you out of the training room for two hours, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this.
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"It's okay." Ye Fan waved his hand nonchalantly, "Miss Shirley, thank you for your kindness. Since they are unwilling, then forget it."
"I appreciate Mr. Ye Fan's generosity even more. Thank you for your understanding."
Shirley's etiquette was in place, and her words were full of European aristocratic temperament.
However, the more she said this, the deeper Bai Mo's brows furrowed.
This giant man from an ancient Western family has a very strong sense of territoriality.
In their family tradition, they can decide the life of any species that trespasses on the noble's territory.
Although it is now a civilized society, this tradition has long been ingrained in his mind.
"Bai Mo, let's go."
Shirley and Ye Fan exchanged pleasantries and said to the giant man: "The leaders of China are coming soon. If you don't want to anger General Alahan, don't make trouble here."
"A member of the great Merovingian nobility will never succumb to military titles!"
Bai Mo stood up and shook his finger at Ye Fan: "Weak Chinese, if you want to use the training ground in our fighting room, come and challenge me.
If you win, you can use the training room however you like; if you lose, just stay away!
I'll give you half a day to think about it, think about it for yourself! Of course, if you are afraid of losing, don't come. Anyway, you Chinese people have always been weak."
After saying this, the members of China's special team became furious again.
But Bai Mo didn't care at all and led everyone out of the fighting room.
"Hey, silly guy!" Before they could go far, Ye Fan suddenly said with a smile, "No need to think about it, I think we can just change the venue."
"Haha, where do you get your confidence..."
Bai Mo laughed loudly, and as soon as he turned around, his shoulders suddenly sank.
I saw Ye Fan squatting on his shoulder, playing with a sharp knife in his hand. The blade was only three to five centimeters away from his neck!