"This is impossible!" The God of Death was filled with disbelief. He couldn't believe that Ye Fan could actually hurt himself under the same condition of using the "Shattering Palm".
On the other hand, Ye Fan was still standing on the same spot, not even moving his feet.
Just relying on physical strength and pure inner breath, he was able to withstand the "Destroying Palm" of the God of Death. This kind of strength is really shocking.
"How could this happen?" Luo Yongsheng's eyes widened and he was dumbfounded.
This result far exceeded his expectations.
Under the shocked gaze of everyone, the God of Death slowly put away his fists and his face turned pale.
He raised his head and stared at Ye Fan, his eyes filled with disbelief, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why is your move so powerful?"
After the punch just now, the energy and blood in his body surged, and he felt that he had suffered serious internal injuries.
You know, the God of Killing is the eighth-ranked killer on the killing list. He practices killing skills and his combat power is very brutal and domineering.
And now he was defeated at the hands of a young boy. This kind of frustration made him unbearable.
"God of Death, you are too weak. Even if you practice for several more decades, you may not be able to defeat me! You are even more qualified to ask me who I am!" Ye Fan shook his head and mocked.
"you......"
Hearing Ye Fan's humiliation, the God of Death was furious. His muscles swelled and veins appeared, like a wild beast, filled with the fire of anger.
"court death!"
The God of Death was completely enraged. He waved his hands together, and with the sound of howling wind, he beat towards Ye Fan crazily.
Each palm carries a terrifying momentum and overwhelming power, like a steel blade coming at you, making people tremble with fear.
"It's just a small skill! How dare you do it in front of me!"
Facing these palm powers, Ye Fan was not afraid and went straight to meet them.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang——"
In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan exchanged dozens of moves with the God of Death.
I saw that their attacks were as fast as the wind, and afterimages appeared on the scene, and it was impossible to capture the specific location.
You can only vaguely see the two figures constantly shuttling, leaping, dodging, and colliding, and the explosive power is constantly vented.
Although the two of them seemed to be evenly matched, Ye Fan did not even exert 30% of his strength, and every time the God of Death struck, Ye Fan could easily resolve it and even take the initiative.
And every time Ye Fan used his palm, he could seriously injure the God of Death, force him back, or make him spurt blood.
In the brief battle, the God of Death gradually lost ground and was no longer defeated.
"impossible!"
"How is this possible?"
"This is not true! This is absolutely impossible!"
...
But such an ending angered the God of Death even more and made him go crazy.
Afterwards, he kept roaring and put his life's skills into full play, fighting desperately, but to no avail.
"Damn it!" The God of Death gritted his teeth, veins twitching on his forehead.
Ye Fan, on the other hand, was calm and calm, with a disdainful smile on his face: "Although your strength is high in the world of killers, if I want to kill you, it is as easy as squeezing an ant to death!"
"I do not believe!"
At this time, the God of Death roared angrily, and then punched Ye Fan suddenly.
"boom--"
A low sound sounded, and the God of Death was bounced away by the power bursting out from Ye Fan's fist.
"Deng Deng Deng!"
The God of Death staggered a few steps to stabilize his body, and then looked at Mark with a shocked expression. You must know that he just hit with all his strength.