A stream of blood flowed from the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and he used his bandaged arm to provocatively raise his fingers at the two boxers on the opposite side.
His eyes were a little blurry, his feet seemed very heavy, and his thigh muscles were trembling slightly. He could only stay standing by hanging on the rope.
"He can't hold it anymore, let's go together!"
The two Sanxie fists looked at each other and rushed towards Ye Fan from left to right.
Ye Fan swollen and breathed heavily, showing a look of exhaustion.
Facing two first-class boxers, he fought back vigorously, as if he wanted to use all his strength to defeat them in one fell swoop.
The heavy legs of two fists hit Ye Fan hard. He protected his injured arm and used the fleshy outer thighs to defend himself.
In the chaotic fight, suddenly, a boxer lowered his weight and swept Ye Fan's knee.
The man's expression suddenly changed, he screamed "Ouch" and fell to the ground, clutching his ankle.
His companions did not expect such an accident, but fortunately the impact point was on the foot and not on a fragile calf bone, otherwise the entire calf might have been broken.
This is not the first time this kind of thing has happened on the Sanda ring. Many boxers cannot avoid such accidents when sweeping their legs on the ground.
The last remaining boxers quickly retreated and pushed away, not daring to easily try to fight with Ye Fan.
After such a long period of observation, he found that Ye Fan's leg strength was extremely strong. Even if he was at the end of his strength, he still should not be underestimated.
The tall young man shouted: "Keep your distance and consume his energy as quickly as possible!"
"drink!"
The Sanxie boxers adjusted their steps and brought the rhythm to their side.
Looking at Ye Fan again, he was leaning sideways on the corner of the rope, his chest and abdomen were rising and falling violently, his hair was wet with sweat, and it was dripping down. He looked listless, as if he had reached the limit.
The Sanxie boxers tried to attack from time to time, but every time Ye Fan raised his foot, he quickly retreated to widen the attack distance.
Seeing that the other party was not approaching, Ye Fan simply opened the door, put his hands on the rope, and slowly regained his strength.
Seeing this, the tall young man in the audience shouted loudly: "Don't let him rest, speed up the attack!"
"Um!"
The Sanxie boxers calmed down their nervousness, and the intensity and frequency of attacks gradually became more frequent.
Ye Fan took the opportunity to rest for a while, regained some strength, and launched a counterattack in time.
During an attack, Ye Fan's calf suddenly became weak and he staggered towards the Sanxie boxer.
The Sanxie boxers were overjoyed. They finally found a flaw and were bound to kill him with one blow.
He roared angrily, "Get off here!"
He raised his foot and kicked Ye Fan horizontally, and with one final blow, he completely defeated Ye Fan.
Unexpectedly, he held his right hand on the ground and evaded it with dangerous twists and turns in mid-air. Then he hit an upside-down golden hook and stepped heavily on the San Xie boxer's thigh with his heel.
Before the Sanxie boxer could retract his horizontal kick, he was stepped on by Ye Fan with all his strength, and an unspeakable soreness suddenly spread across his thigh.
All of a sudden, the Sanxie boxer burst into tears in pain, and a severe irritation spread throughout his body, and he fell to the ground and rolled "ouch".
Ye Fan stood up unsteadily and wanted to continue the pursuit.
The referee quickly stopped the game and declared victory.
"Wow!!!!"
The Sanda Academy is full of passion.
A string of ten!
Damn it, this kind of plot can only appear in novels and TV. I didn’t expect them to witness a miracle with their own eyes today!
"Masked Senior Brother!"
"mighty!"
"Long live the Brothers Sanda Club!"
The cheers came and went like waves, endlessly.
Ye Fan panted heavily and sat in his corner of the rope.
Yuan Yin hurriedly drank the mineral water and whispered: "Ye Fan, we have made enough today, do you want to do this first?"
Ye Fan grinned and leaned down tremblingly, "Didn't you say that the big head is on that He Yong?"
"It's only four million." Yuan Yin was a little worried about Ye Fan, "Even if we give up this time, the two of us have made almost ten million!"
Ye Fan waved his hand and asked in a low voice: "What's the ratio on He Yong's side?"
"Three to one." Yuan Yin pursed his lips and said.
"Then keep fighting." Ye Fan smiled.
"Hey, brother, I know you are good. But you have already played three games in a row, there is no need to continue.
Damn it, if you defeat twelve boxers from the Sanda Association, this result will be enough to make my brother’s Sanda club a brand!"
Yuan Yin quickly shook his head, "Ye Fan, don't force it. Let's accept it when we see fit. We don't want the four million, okay?"
"You don't want it, I want it! Damn, I have more than 10 million in gambling capital. How much money can I make in just one year of opening the store?"
Ye Fan grinned, and after finishing speaking, he stood up, walked step by step to the opposite side, and looked down at the deathly silent team members.
"Your name is He Yong, right?" Ye Fan breathed heavily, his eyes no longer as bright as before.
The tall young man nodded solemnly, "Not bad."
"I heard...I heard that you are one of the top three masters in Sanxie. Hehe, I have defeated so many of your fellow disciples. Are you not convinced?"
Ye Fan had a vague smile on his face.
"What do you want to do?" The tall young man snorted lightly.
"I don't want to do anything. I just want to convince you."
"Based on your current state, you are definitely no match for me."
The tall young man folded his arms and snorted coldly: "I admit that you are very powerful, but that doesn't mean that I will be afraid of you. Masked, you injured so many of my junior brothers today, we will settle the accounts later!"
"No, today is an auspicious day. It's just the right time to kill you and make our school famous." Ye Fan's laughter was a little weak.
The tall young man had the arrogance of a boxer, so he naturally disdained to compete with the exhausted Ye Fan.
Mr. Jiulao came to the tall young man and whispered to Ye Fan: "Little brother, today's matter ends here. From now on, our Sanda Association will not come to trouble your brother's boxing gym again!"
"Senior Ninth, didn't you say that I want to beat thirty-six of you?" Ye Fan sighed and said loudly: "Junior is not talented, I have only beaten twelve, and there is still more than half!"
"You can't fight anymore." Mr. Jiulao waved his hand, "What's more, you have achieved such results with one hand, which is enough to be proud of. There are no unreasonable people in our Sanda Association. Let's turn the war into friendship, how about it?"
Emma, this old man is relying on his old age to act like a fool, pretending to be crazy and acting stupid like me!
Ye Fan smiled and said, "Senior Jiu, don't worry, I can still fight. If I lose unfortunately today, it doesn't matter.
After I recover from my injuries, I will challenge your Sanda Association again. My master has told me that anyone who offends my martial arts studio will never give up!"
"..." Mr. Jiu Lao's eyes twitched sharply.
Where did this silly young man come from? If you let him down the stairs, he will ascend to heaven instead!
At this time, Yuan Yin came over and said with a smile: "Senior Brother, forget it, Master just asked you not to lose his face, he didn't say that you would fight to the death with Sanxie!"
"Boss Yuan, I don't know who your master is. If you are lucky enough, I would like to come and pay homage to you on behalf of our Binhai Sanxie Association."
Mr. Jiu Lao asked in a low voice.
"Well... I don't know. My master is elusive. Sometimes he lives in seclusion in the mountains, and sometimes he travels all over the world. This time I happened to pass by Binhai and stopped by to see how the Sanda studio I opened was going."
Yuan Yin smiled coquettishly: "He was a little angry when he found out about this, so he asked senior brother to stay in my boxing gym for three years."
Mr. Jiu Lao was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at Ye Fan: "Little masked brother, I think you have great kicking skills. I wonder if your master is the successor of northern kicking skills?"
"No." Ye Fan shook his head and said: "There are many things in the tutor association, and the fists, feet and weapons are very powerful. I have practiced with him for twenty years, but I only learned three moves of boxing and two moves of kicks. His old man said that as long as
I am proficient in these three punches and two kicks, so I will definitely have no problem going up the mountain to fight tigers."
"...Three punches and two kicks?"
Mr. Jiulao was speechless for a while.
Even if you are perfunctory, you won't be so fooling, right? You think you are Wu Song!
Ye Fan was a little impatient and said to He Yong: "Hey, I'm almost rested, do you still want to fight? If you're afraid, just throw in the towel and admit defeat!"
"What did you say?" He Yong's eyes widened, "I don't want to bully others, but you actually push yourself further?"
"Then come up!"
Ye Fan stepped away slowly, exhaling heavily, showing a tired look.
Mr. Jiulao shook his head secretly, winked at He Yong, and signaled him to stop.
He Yong smiled coldly, took off his sports jacket, twisted around and jumped onto the boxing ring.
The morale of the members of the Sanda Association increased, and they all cheered for He Yong.
The voices from the Brothers Boxing Gym were even louder.
The reason is very simple. The masked senior brother even killed ten people. How can you be so brave because he is afraid of you?
Ye Fan leaned on the rope and drank half a bottle of mineral water. The rise and fall of his chest became slightly gentler.
He Yong sneered, "You can't even stand still, and you still want to challenge me? Humph, I will let you know how stupid you are!"
"Indeed, I don't have much strength on my feet, but my fists are still useless!" Ye Fan waved his right hand and said with a serious smile: "I will try to finish you off with one punch."
"Ridiculous!"
He Yong listened to Ye Fan's words. With your strength, you have to divide your upper body and lower body! You just used up the strength in your feet, now it's your turn to use your hands, right?
How did you come up with such a funny idea?
He Yong's face became more and more stern, "Only your half-crippled fist? Where do you get your confidence from?"
"You are better than others. It just so happens that I can kill you with one hand. It's fair." Ye Fan said with a smile.
"Idiot!" He Yong shouted angrily, using both feet hard, he rushed toward Ye Fan.
When he was two meters away from Ye Fan, he jumped up and kicked him sideways. He looked like Bruce Lee in the movie, his posture was handsome and mighty.
Ye Fan leaned on the rope, and a strange smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"drink!"
Ye Fan suddenly raised his foot and stepped forward, hitting He Yong's sole with a straight fist with his right hand.
"Idiot, Brother He is known as the Whirlwind Iron Legs, but he actually dares to fight Brother He head-on with his fists!"
"In his current state, how can he be Brother He's opponent?"
"Brother He will definitely win this game!"
The members of the Sanxie Association all showed sneering smiles.
Unexpectedly, on the boxing ring, He Yong's face was extremely horrified, and his knees suddenly bent.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan's fist punched forward, and He Yong flew out immediately. He didn't even have room to turn, and was hit directly under the boxing ring!
Ye Fan retracted his fist, took a deep breath, and then shouted in a deep voice to the members of the association in the audience.