Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty-Seven Chinese Ghost Eagle, Victory!
"Damn, damn! How could he burst out with such huge power!"
Adams leaned on the powerful sword and mobilized his energy to calm the surging inner palace.
In this round of competition, Ye Fan's ancient martial arts skills caused Adams to suffer a big loss.
Adams originally thought that his strongest blow could defeat Ye Fan on the spot, but he did not expect that he was shocked and suffered internal injuries.
However, I feel bad, and the situation of the Chinese boy must be even more terrible!
"Hmph, Chinese boy, I admit that you are a peerless genius! But... so what? I have been so seriously injured, I guess you have run out of gas..."
When he looked up, he saw Ye Fan falling lightly from the sky.
Although a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his mental state and aura were still so stable.
"As expected of a master with six times the limit, he is indeed amazing!"
Ye Fan's slight gasping sounded in Adams' ears, shocking him so much that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Adams shouted in horror, with a look of horror on his face.
Ye Fan chuckled, "Adams, I never said that my strength is only five times the limit. So, if you use this standard to measure my strength, you are destined to fail!"
"You...have you reached the six times limit?" Adams' eyes widened and he shouted in disbelief.
Ye Fan shook his head, "Of course, it has not reached the six times limit."
"Chinese boy, what are you talking about?" Adams mobilized his energy and suppressed the blood boiling in his chest.
Ye Fan's lips curled up slightly, "When human beings' basic strength reaches its peak, the power beyond the limit will surpass warriors of the same level!"
"You...your basic strength..." Adams suddenly gasped, "You have reached the human limit of 600 kilograms?"
"Just force it!" Ye Fan moved his body and his muscles started to move.
The clothes on his body were in tatters, revealing the strange eagle pattern underneath.
It was a dark-colored eagle with its wings spread out, but the head of the eagle was very blurry, and it didn't look like an ordinary species.
Suddenly, the long blood-colored thread running through the eagle emitted a burst of light, and Ye Fan's two claws suddenly glowed with black light.
"Adams, after three fights, you are exhausted, but I haven't used my full strength yet."
"What?!"
When Adams heard this, the corners of his eyes twitched suddenly.
Ye Fan is right. After three hard fights, it seemed that he had taken advantage, but in fact he was the one who really suffered!
Each of Adams' three sword techniques is more powerful than the last, and each move consumes more strength.
But Ye Fan resisted them all. Not only was he not seriously injured, but his fighting spirit became even stronger.
However, Adams refused to admit Ye Fan's strength, otherwise he would be questioning his own strength.
Ye Fan looked up to the sky and smiled, and then said proudly: "Adams, it's useless to talk more. Use your housekeeping skills, and don't let me down again!"
"Hmph, you are so brazen!"
Adams took a deep breath, "Chinese boy, since you want to die, then I will let you see the last trick!"
As he spoke, he hummed deeply, and a majestic energy surged around his body.
This energy is like a condensed cloud, all gathered on the giant sword of martial strength.
Suddenly, the giant sword released a mottled splendor, like ice crystals shining in the sun, cold and dazzling!
The Wujin giant sword gradually expanded, reaching more than five meters in length in the blink of an eye.
Adams put the Wujin giant sword on his shoulder, made a fist with one hand, and pointed at Ye Fan from a distance: "If you can take this move, no matter whether you can fight again, I will be the loser!"
"Okay, I don't want to fight anymore." Ye Fan clenched his black fist, "I still have to catch a plane."
Ye Fan's words deeply stimulated Adams' nerves, as if the other party didn't take him seriously at all.
Suddenly, the sword energy in his hand surged and dispersed, making his tattered armed uniform rustle.
A huge martial sword more than five meters long, with countless sword energy shooting out in the surroundings.
"Chinese boy, I will chop all your arrogance and dignity into pieces!"
"You can try." Ye Fan smiled lightly and clenched his fists suddenly.
Behind him, a layer of black and red force spread out, like huge wings, instantly expanding to a range of three meters.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Jin's wings condensed, all converging on his claws.
Adams, holding a mighty giant sword, jumped up and rushed towards Ye Fan like a missile.
"Chinese boy, take the move!"
Adams jumped on top of Ye Fan and slammed the Wujin giant sword down.
"With one strike from the Mad God, the sword cuts off the heaven and the earth!"
The sword energy tore the air apart, causing the wind to whistle sharply. A rapidly rotating vortex quickly formed, swallowing Ye Fan from top to bottom.
"It's really awesome! In this case, I won't hold back anymore."
Ye Fan took a deep breath, clenched his two fists tightly, and allowed the sword energy emanating from the vortex to cut bleeding marks on his body.
He ignored it and compressed the strength in his claws to the extreme.
Soon, Wu Jin condensed into a black and red halo.
Ye Fan raised his fist, exerted force with his feet, and slammed it towards Adams above the whirlpool.
"The eagle eats the gods, there is no god!"
"Roar!!!"
A strange roar exploded in the whirlpool, and the world shook suddenly.
Immediately afterwards, a phantom of an eagle soared into the sky, breaking through the whirlpool and tearing apart the wind blade.
This eagle spread its wings, seven or eight meters wide, roaring and swallowing up Adams in one mouthful!
Everyone present was stunned and couldn't close their mouths for a long time in shock.
"This... what kind of move is this!"
"That... eagle's head looks like... a dragon's head!"
"Dragon Eagle... This is a five-clawed Dragon Eagle!"
"Oh my god, is this Ye Fan's unique skill?"
"This move is so coercive that I can't even muster the courage to resist!"
"Adams...it's over!"
Compared with the consternation of the special teams of these other countries, the members of the EU special team looked ashen.
When Ye Fan used the "Sly Eagle" secret skill, they were shocked to the extreme.
Adams didn't even have the ability to resist at all, so he was swallowed by the giant eagle. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
Now the EU's special team only relies on Adams, and even he can't compete with Ye Fan... The EU has completely lost to China!
In the sky above the fighting arena, the dragon-headed giant eagle jumped more than 20 meters into the sky. Suddenly, there was a "boom" sound, and the eagle's body emitted a burst of dazzling black light, and then exploded with a bang.
Accompanied by the loud noise, the sky suddenly changed color, and a violent hurricane blew on the ground, causing sand and rocks to fly for a while!
Before everyone could recover, there was suddenly another loud "bang" sound, as if a meteor had fallen on the ground, creating a large crater several meters in diameter.
The squinting sand rose high and spread over the fighting field.
The leaders of the Huaxia Military Region could not sit still for a long time. They all looked at the fighting platform with their heads held high and their feet anxious.
I saw a tall figure standing in the smoke.
He walked slowly out of the sand, holding Adams, who was covered in blood, with one hand.
"boom!"
Gently raising his hand, Adams landed in front of several medical staff not far from the fighting stage.
"I released my strength at the last point. He should have been knocked unconscious and there was no danger to his life.
However, he will definitely not be able to escape with his broken hands and feet. If you treat him in time, he can recover sooner."
Ye Fan's voice was like thunder, resounding in everyone's ears.
The referee on the edge of the fighting stage took a deep look at him, then pulled his dry throat and shouted loudly: "The last round of fighting assessment, the winner: Chinese Eagle Special Team, Ye Fan!"
"Wow!"
In an instant, the Chinese stands were filled with excitement.
All the members of the Crafty Eagle Special Team jumped over the fence and surrounded Ye Fan.
Ye Fan stood at the edge of the stage, grinned, and smiled at Pan Yunhai: "Uncle Pan, I performed... not bad, right?"
"It's more than good! Ye Fan, you're so arrogant to us, and you've made our Chinese special team look bad!" Pan Yunhai raised his eyebrows in excitement and laughed wildly.
He jumped onto the fighting stage and slapped Ye Fan on the shoulder: "Damn it, you really didn't disappoint me..."
At this moment, Ye Fan's body suddenly trembled, his eyes closed, and he fell heavily off the fighting platform.
Qu Wei was shocked and quickly stepped forward to support him.
"What's going on?" Pan Yunhai yelled in horror, quickly jumped to Mark's side, stretched out his hand to pinch his pulse.
"He suffered internal injuries, suffered severe loss of strength, and his meridians were also disrupted. Damn it, this stupid boy is fighting for his life with Adams!"
A few seconds later, Pan Yunhai frowned deeply and lifted up Ye Fan's clothes. He saw that several muscles on his body had shrunk, and he looked like a mummy.
Obviously, Ye Fan is far from winning as easily as it seems.
He pretended to be indifferent, which was a combat strategy.
This time, he actually won by a narrow margin!
"Quickly, send him to the medical department!"
Pan Yunhai waved his hand, and a group of people hurriedly carried Ye Fan away.
On the rostrum, Shangguan Liuyun also stood up quickly, "Ye Fan's situation may not be good, I have to go take a look. Old Zhao, I will leave it to you to preside over this place."
Ye Fan won the title of "King of Soldiers" and ranked first in the world in terms of total points in the Eagle Special Group. The overall ranking of Huaxia naturally also rose to the top in the world!
After all statistics are compiled, the Military Exercise Committee will announce all rankings for this military exercise.
However, now that the "King of Soldiers" is away, the top five have basically been sent to the medical department.
Honors that they cannot receive personally can only be temporarily received by teammates or national representatives.
The old man beside Shangguan Liuyun nodded, "Yeah! Go and have a look, we are here, no problem!"
"please."
As the boss of the Chinese special team, Shangguan Liuyun should accept the award on Ye Fan's behalf. However, Ye Fan's situation seemed to be very critical, and he felt uneasy.
Luo Tianhong clenched his fist tightly, hesitated for a long time, and suddenly grabbed Luo Yihu beside him: "You will help receive Pang Yi's reward later!"
"Dad, what are you going to do?" Luo Yihu asked quickly.
"Of course I'm going to see if that kid Ye Fan is dead!" Luo Tianhong snorted heavily: "I still want to dig him out of our tiger claws!"
"..." Luo Yihu swallowed his saliva, feeling very unhappy.
However, he no longer had any hostility towards Mark. In other words, he no longer dared to have any hostility.
This young man has reached a height that he looks up to, which he may never be able to reach in his lifetime!