"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and kill him! Attack him together! He can't guard against so many people attacking at the same time!" Wu Zhiyang reminded sternly.
"Yes! Attack together!"
The remaining bodyguards regained their composure, and they all said that two fists are no match for four hands, and a good man cannot stand against the crowd.
With so many people coming out at the same time, how could Ye Fan defeat them with just his hands?
As a result, the remaining bodyguards waved their sticks and rushed towards Ye Fan.
"Haha, do you really think you will win if there are more people?"
Ye Fan grinned and then quickly moved around.
“Whoosh—click!”
The next second, Ye Fan dodged so fast that before several people could react, his arm was hit hard.
Ye Fan grabbed one person's wrist with his left hand, broke his arm, and then hit another person on the chest with his palm, knocking him away and breaking three ribs.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan punched a person in the abdomen, knocking him back several meters and almost vomiting blood!
"Bang bang!"
"Bang bang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
...
It was as if Ye Fan was possessed by the god of war. His fists hit these bodyguards' faces, temples and other vulnerable areas again and again. As long as they were punched by Ye Fan, their noses would collapse, their cheekbones would be damaged, and they would even faint.
After a while, the bodyguard who was still full of life and vigor just now,
Now they are lying on the ground in a mess, holding their stomachs and wailing. Some are still vomiting, and some even fainted.
Ye Fan stepped forward, patted their cheeks, and said coldly: "Tsk, tsk, tsk! Brothers, you are so useless, I beat you without even breaking a sweat! You guys let me down so much!"
"hateful!"
Those bodyguards felt so aggrieved that they wanted to cry. They had never experienced such humiliation in their lives, but they were defeated by this guy who looked so weak. It was really embarrassing.
But at this time, Zhao Dehai's face turned pale when he saw that Ye Fan was fighting against so many bodyguards alone, but nothing happened!
He asked with a nervous look on his face: "Brother Wu, this...how can this kid be so physically strong? What should we do?"
Wu Zhiyang's face didn't look very good either. He didn't expect this to be the case. He originally thought that with the large number of people on his side, he would definitely defeat Ye Fan. However, reality often doesn't follow the routine. Ye Fan's skills are really good.
It was so powerful that all the people he sent there were defeated!
This made him very depressed!
However, Wu Zhiyang did not panic too much. After all, the strength of those bodyguards was still far behind his own.
Even if he takes action, he can fight a dozen of them alone!
He waved his hand towards Zhao Dehai and said calmly: "Mr. Zhao! You don't need to panic. Although this kid has some strength, he is still inferior compared to me, so you just watch with peace of mind. As long as
I will take action within ten moves! This kid will definitely die!"
"real?"
Zhao Dehai asked dubiously.
And Wu Zhiyang said with confidence: "Man, I keep my promise! Since I said that I will kill this guy within ten moves, I must kill him within ten moves!"
"Very good!"
After Zhao Dehai heard what he said, he felt a little relieved.
Because he just saw how powerful Ye Fan was, he was a little worried, but when he heard Wu Zhiyang's confident statement, he was completely relieved.
Perhaps with Wu Zhiyang's support, Zhao Dehai became more confident in speaking.
I saw him provoking Ye Fan and saying: "You brat, don't think that you are great because you can do some martial arts. I tell you, even if Jesus comes today, he can't save you! I said so!"