"Huh?" Seeing that he missed the attack, the strong Western man jumped up and kicked Ye Fan sideways.
At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly turned around, took two steps forward, and stood in front of a locker.
The strong Western man passed Ye Fan and rushed four or five meters before he could slow down.
Ye Fan took out the key and opened the locker expressionlessly, as if nothing happened.
The surrounding contestants burst into laughter with disdain on their faces.
The strong Western man was embarrassed and angry, and the veins on his neck all stood out because of his anger.
Ye Fan didn't care about the strong Western man's emotions at all, and looked at the things in the locker calmly.
The martial arts arena has prepared a black coat and a simple medical kit for all low-level contestants.
These things were not worth looking at. Ye Fan turned around, looked around, and suddenly walked towards the other end of the bench.
At the other end of the bench, sat a bald man wearing an iron mask.
This bald man was shirtless and his body was covered with scars.
He leaned lazily against the wall, his hands on the back of his head, and his blue eyes stared at every move in the lounge.
There was no one within ten meters of him, and all the contestants consciously stayed away from him.
Ye Fan felt a strong evil aura from him.
It was obvious that he had lives in his hands, and more than one.
When the strong Western man saw Ye Fan walking up to the iron-faced bald man, he immediately shivered and no longer dared to pursue him.
He folded his arms and sat aside, gloating and laughing coldly, "You brat, you are so tired of living that you dare to get close to Tietou. He hates being disturbed by others! Hehe, if you don't seek death, you won't die!"
Ye Fan came to the iron-faced bald man, looked at him for a while, and suddenly sat next to him.
"Your mask is pretty good, lend it to me."
The iron-faced bald man looked at Ye Fan intently, with a ferocious look in his eyes.
"If you don't speak, it's your acquiescence." Ye Fan ignored him and stretched out his hand to the iron-faced bald head.
"Roar!"
The iron-faced bald head roared in a low voice, suddenly jumped up, and punched Ye Fan's Tianling Cap from top to bottom with his laughing fist.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, and the iron bench was smashed with huge force, leaving a half-meter-long depression, but Ye Fan was nowhere to be seen.
"Um?"
The iron-faced bald man stood up with a "swish" and looked around for Ye Fan's whereabouts.
"If you don't want to give it, just say it. There is no need to take action if you disagree."
Suddenly, Ye Fan's voice sounded behind the iron-faced bald man.
He quickly turned his head and saw Ye Fan sitting in his seat, lazily leaning against the wall.
The iron-faced bald man narrowed his eyes coldly, roared, and rushed towards Ye Fan again.
At this moment, a staff member appeared outside the iron fence and shouted loudly: "No. 108, who just arrived, is ready to play!"
"Well, here we come."
Ye Fan replied, easily avoiding the iron-faced bald-head's fist, opening his palm and pressing down hard on the iron-faced bald-head's head.
The iron-faced bald man suddenly felt a huge force coming towards him, and then his head banged, and he completely lost consciousness.
Ye Fan slapped his iron-faced bald head on the ground. When he stood up, he took off his iron mask and put it on his face.
But Tie Mian, with his bald head, was completely unconscious, and a pool of blood appeared on the ground, slowly spreading to the surrounding area.
Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the large compartment step by step.
The contestants in both rows remained silent, with looks of horror on their faces.
They didn't expect that this thin and weak young man could knock down the bald man with one move.
Looking at that posture, he probably hasn’t exerted much force yet!
"This kid... is definitely a contestant above the 'special' level!"
The strong Western man who had provoked Ye Fan just now murmured and shrank back.
When Ye Fan passed by him, his heart instantly rose to his throat, and he could even hear the beating of his heart in his ears.
However, Ye Fan's footsteps did not stop at all, and he walked straight towards the iron door of the compartment.
"call!"
The strong Western man breathed a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, the moment Ye Fan stepped out of the iron gate, he suddenly whispered: "Remember from now on, we speak Chinese in China, and Western languages are nothing in this land!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a deep red gash opened in the hands and feet of the strong Western man, and blood flowed out like a Baotu Spring.
The strong Western man's face instantly turned pale, his lips wriggled slightly for a while, and then he let out a heartbreaking cry of pain.
"Ah...ah...ah!"
The strong Western man screamed hysterically, attracting several staff members.
The steward saw two large pools of blood on the ground and quickly called the medical staff.
To the higher-ups of the martial arts arena, although these warriors are lowly, they are the cash cow of the martial arts arena.
Even if they die, they must die on the battlefield, that way they will be valuable!
Ye Fan followed the staff out of the large compartment, passed through five plastic iron doors, and came to a corridor entrance.
This corridor is sealed with iron bars, each steel bar has a thick forearm, and the gap is less than five centimeters.
At this time, the lights outside the iron fence were extremely bright, cheers and roars came one after another, and there was a lot of noise.
After a while, the noisy voices gradually calmed down, and a crisp male voice came through the microphone into Ye Fan's ears.
"Everyone, after fifteen minutes of exciting fighting, the 'Madman' Daihara from the island country finally defeated the 'Mr. Knight' from Bolan!
Please give applause to today’s winner. He not only won everyone’s cheers, but also won a bonus of 100,000 yuan provided by our martial arts arena!”
The host's excited voice heightened the audience's emotions, and a deafening wave of sound erupted from the audience again.
After a long time, the sound subsided, and the host picked up the microphone again and said loudly: "The next step is the highlight of today! Life...death...battle!"
"Ouch!"
"Hush!"
The audience was excited again, and the mood was extremely high.
The host signaled everyone to be quiet, and then said: "Today's life and death battle is with a young contestant. He is from Binhai and works in catering... Haha, our young warrior is invited to appear!"
According to the rules of the martial arts arena, the identity of the contestants cannot be disclosed to the audience unless the contestants themselves speak out.
The staff standing outside the iron fence opened the iron door and shouted to Ye Fan coldly: "Hey, it's your turn to play!"
Ye Fan snorted lightly and slowly walked into the martial arts arena with his hands behind his back.
All the spotlights instantly fell on Ye Fan. He ignored the dazzling light and walked slowly to the host.
The host looked very excited. Seeing Ye Fan wearing an iron mask, he raised the microphone and asked loudly.
"Brother Iron Mask, I heard that this is your first time to participate in a martial arts fight. Why did you choose such a cruel method of life and death fighting?"
Then, he put the microphone to Ye Fan's mouth.
Ye Fan shook his head, ignored the host's question, and asked himself: "According to the rules, as long as you defeat ten special contestants, you can challenge the top of the life and death list, right?"
"ah?"
The host was stunned for a moment, "Iron-faced boy, what do you mean by this?"
"Stop talking nonsense and arrange for ten special-level people to come to me first!"
Ye Fan's answer made the host's expression suddenly freeze.
He quickly put the microphone aside, covered it with his hand, then approached Mark and said, "Newcomer, do you know the rules? Are you looking for death?"
"It's not your turn to express your opinion here!"
Ye Fan took the host's microphone, pointed at Mr. Lu who was sitting on the podium, and said with a faint smile, "Master Lu, since our game has begun, let's play bigger. Give me ten special levels.
of!"
Lu Shengyan's face suddenly darkened.
Ye Fan called him by his first name in front of everyone, which not only disrespected him, but also despised the entire martial arts arena.
The host looked at Mr. Lu bitterly and nodded when he saw his sullen face.
"good!"
The host got the approval of the martial arts arena boss, hurriedly took the microphone back from Ye Fan, took a deep breath, and said loudly.
"Everyone, this tough guy is going to challenge ten 'special' level masters. Which one should we arrange first..."
"No need to bother." Ye Fan interrupted the host, "Let's go together, I want to fight ten!"
"Wow!"
"Ten!"
"Ten!"
The wealthy people in the audience suddenly cheered.
They didn't care how powerful Ye Fan was, just saying "I'm going to fight ten" at him was enough to arouse all their emotions.
Looking at the excited audience, the host once again turned his attention to Mr. Lu.
His face was as heavy as water and his eyes were very cold. After a long time, he nodded.
The host had no choice but to hold up the microphone and shout at the top of his lungs: "Next, the tough guy will challenge ten super masters. We will wait and see what the result will be!"
The audience cheered one after another, and many people raised their fists and booed loudly.
"Ten!"
"Ten!"
"Iron Mask!"
"Iron Mask!"
The staff of the martial arts arena hurriedly rushed to arrange for the special contestants amid a wave of shouts.
Ye Fan sat cross-legged in the middle of the martial arts arena, ignoring the tsunami-like shouts from the audience.
After sitting quietly for more than ten minutes, the iron gate of the martial arts arena slowly opened, and a row of black-robed men walked out.
When these men in black robes appeared, the auditorium once again erupted with louder sounds.
The host did not dare to enter the fighting arena this time. Instead, he hid on the high platform and held up the microphone to announce the start of the fighting.
The ten men in black robes slowly separated and sat down at a place twenty meters away from Ye Fan.
In the middle of the field, there was only a man in black robes who took off his coat, revealing a stern face.
"Hans?" Ye Fan was somewhat impressed by this man.
He was the first super-level fighter that Ye Fan saw. He even wiped Ye Fan's neck before.
"New here, I was surprised when I heard that you were going to compete with ten." Hans walked towards Ye Fan step by step, clenching his iron fists.
"Of course, what surprises me is not your strength and confidence, but your arrogance.
I have been working for Qingmen’s martial arts arena for three years, and I have never seen a newcomer so anxious to seek death!"