But Ye Fan blocked his attack with just a random punch!
Such a terrifying defense is simply unbelievable!
"You...who are you? Why do you have such terrifying power?" came the shocking voice of the God of Death.
"You are not qualified to know my name!" Ye Fan snorted coldly, then took a step forward and was in front of the God of Death in an instant. He raised his fist and punched the God of Death in the chest.
"Click——"
Accompanied by the sound of broken bones, the chest of the God of Death sunk in, and a trace of blood spilled from his mouth and nose.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan punched him several times in succession, hitting him hard in the abdomen.
"Cough cough cough——"
Severe pain was felt, and the God of Death suddenly coughed violently, but all that came out was blood.
He collapsed to the ground, obviously suffering severe internal injuries.
"Mr. Killer God!"
Everyone around was shocked.
This scene had a great impact on them.
In their minds, the God of Death is like a god.
But today, they saw the God of Death defeated at the hands of a boy much younger than him.
This scene was like a bolt from the blue, deeply imprinted in their minds and unable to dissipate for a long time.
"Mr. Killer God, are you okay?" Luo Yongsheng on the side quickly ran over and helped the Killer God and asked.
"roll!"
The God of Death cursed angrily.
He couldn't beat Ye Fan, so he could only vent his anger on Luo Yongsheng.
Luo Yongsheng was so frightened that he quickly stepped aside, his face looking ugly.
Ye Fan's tyranny was beyond his imagination.
At this time, the God of Death took a deep breath, looked at Ye Fan with complex eyes, and said slowly: "I admit, I did underestimate you. I didn't expect that your martial arts strength is so much better than mine. It's simply shocking.
incredible!"
"In that case, I will use my true strength to send you to see the King of Hell!"
"Send me to see the King of Hell? Haha! I'm most afraid that you don't have the strength!" Ye Fan relit a cigarette and smoked it leisurely, as if he didn't take the God of Death seriously at all.
Hearing Ye Fan's arrogant words, the God of Death was so angry that he clenched his fists tightly and dug his nails into his flesh without noticing.
You know, he is the famous god of killers! Countless masters have died at his hands!
But today, he was so despised by Mark, how could he not be angry!
"You brat, I know you are powerful, but don't forget, I still have a trump card. If I use that, I can kill you easily!" The God of Death narrowed his eyes into a slit, with a sinister light flashing from the corners of his eyes.
"Huh? You actually have a trump card? Haha! What trump card?!" Hearing this, the corners of Ye Fan's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sarcastic sneer.
At this time, the God of Death suddenly took out a few silver needles from his body. The silver needles were completely black, with a cold light shining on their surface.
At this time, Ye Fan asked with a playful look: "Oh? Do you also know acupuncture?"
The God of Death snorted coldly, and did not directly respond to Ye Fan's words. Instead, he said with confidence: "You brat, don't get too carried away. These silver needles in my hand are contaminated with the most toxic substances in the world."
The violent toxin... a hundred poisons can break the heart! Once it penetrates into the body, no matter how powerful you are, you will definitely die on the spot. Even if the gods come, they can't save you!"
"hiss--"
Hearing this, the people around him took a deep breath and sighed at the viciousness of the God of Death.
Once this kind of silver needle is pierced into the body, the poison will spread and the internal organs will rot quickly. Even a warrior will not be spared and will surely die.
"Hahaha, the God of Death is indeed the God of Death, and he can actually produce such horrific poisons!"
"Hey, this guy is definitely finished this time!"
"It's just a fool's dream that a mere brat wants to fight with our boss!"