Wang Fan looked at the charging Heite with a calm expression.
His right leg bowed suddenly, and immediately stepped on the ground. With a loud bang, his whole body shot out like a bow and arrow.
At this moment, a fierce hurricane blew up in the air.
Wang Fan and Heite were already close in an instant.
Neither of them gave in. They raised their right fists like hot wheels and then struck out fiercely.
As the two fists blasted out, a chi chi chi explosion broke out in the air. Amidst the violent tearing of energy, the two fists collided fiercely.
Bang!
A low muffled sound was heard at this moment, and in an instant, the entire world fell into silence.
After a short period of silence, the violent energy exploded like a stormy sea wave, and the Heite flew out uncontrollably.
Ah, how is this possible?
How could the ruthless Heite, who had won thirty-five games in a row at the eighth level of the King Realm, be at a disadvantage?
Am I dazzled?
Seeing this scene, countless gasps suddenly erupted from the entire audience.
Everyone couldn't help but opened their mouths in shock, it was simply unbelievable.
Heite's face was even more ugly. He never thought that Wang Fan, a little guy he didn't notice, would actually knock him away.
He felt the energy rushing into his body violently, and his face turned extremely ugly.
While Heite's face was ugly, Wang Fan's face was always calm.
After he knocked back Heite with one punch, he didn't stop at all. His body flashed and he rushed towards Heite.
Wang Fan was also a little surprised. He only used 50% of the strength of the previous punch.
In his opinion, this 50% strength was enough to defeat Heite, but he did not expect that it only knocked back Heite dozens of steps.
Wang Fan's figure was like lightning, and he rushed forward, and in an instant he was in front of Heite.
Immediately, he waved his fists, setting off a fierce force of wind, and bombarded Hete mercilessly one after another.
Feeling this scene, Heite's expression changed drastically. He frantically gathered the spiritual energy in his body and stepped back while raising his fists to meet him.
He plans to use this method to buffer first, and then look for opportunities.
However, although his idea was good, it quickly came to nothing.
Wang Fan didn't give him the slightest buffer or chance to breathe. Amidst the rumbling sounds, dozens of punches were fired in an instant.
Those dozens of punches were like crazy roaring waves, each wave higher than the last, and each wave stronger than the last.
Continuous powerful attacks fell on Heite like raindrops. Even though he had tried his best to resist, even though he had used continuous retreat buffers, he was still beaten to the point of shortness of breath and surging blood.
At a certain moment, with another punch from Wang Fan, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
With this large mouthful of blood spurting out, Wang Fan's next punch knocked him off the fighting platform.
At this time, Wang Fan wins this battle!
The monks in the audience looked at this scene with dead silence on their faces.
No one expected that Wang Fan would use such a violent attitude to directly blast Heite away and win this competition.
The way they looked at Wang Fan finally changed, and they no longer dared to look down upon him in the slightest.
The moment Heite was blasted out of the fighting platform, several figures were already rushing toward Wang Fan's fighting platform crazily.
Although Wang Fan defeated Heite with a strong attitude, there were so many monks present, and there were many truly strong ones.
Moreover, this kind of opportunity is rare. If you can win the first prize, or even just achieve good results, you can become famous.
So no one is willing to let go of this opportunity.
Several figures swarmed onto the battlefield crazily, but the first one to step onto the battlefield was a young man in white.
This young man was dressed in white just like Yushan, but he was far less handsome than Yushan.
After he stepped onto the fighting stage, the aura of the eighth level of King Realm bloomed crazily, and he couldn't help laughing and said,
I like opponents who are good at strength the most. I will make you unable to even touch the corners of my clothes.
As he spoke, he shook his right hand, grabbed a long sword, and rushed towards Wang Fan.
This guy is extremely fast and has excellent movement skills. He does not fight Wang Fan head-on, but relies on his speed and the long sword to attack Wang Fan crazily.
For a moment, only white afterimages could be seen on the battlefield where Wang Fan was standing.
Seeing this dazzling scene, the people in the audience cheered and couldn't help but laugh.
Wang Fan's face remained calm when faced with the attack from the young man in white. His figure flashed slightly, and he accurately avoided the attack from the young man in white every time.
After all, Wang Fan can easily kill a strong man on the ninth level of King Realm without using a killing spear. The young man in white, who is only on the eighth level of King Realm, is far from his opponent.
At first, the man in white was very proud, but as countless attacks failed, his face suddenly turned ugly.
If this continues, I'm afraid he will collapse from exhaustion before he can attack Wang Fan.
At this moment, Wang Fan spoke slowly. I thought you were going very fast, but I didn't expect it to be so slow.
I've let you attack me so many times, but you haven't even touched the corner of my clothes.
As Wang Fan spoke, his dodging figure suddenly stopped, and then he spun his upper body, and his right hand turned into a palm, and he swatted it out lightly.
Snapped!
There was an explosion, and Wang Fan's slap landed heavily on the chest of the young man in white.
The young man in white felt a strong force coming towards him. He couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood and fell off the platform like a shooting star.
Looking at this scene, after a brief silence, the scene burst into laughter.
The young man in white clothes who fell on the ground turned red when he heard the roar of laughter. He struggled to get up and left the place as if he was running away.
Next, Wang Fan's battle stage has become the stage for Wang Fan's performance.
No matter what type of opponent they are, no matter whether they use martial arts or not, after facing Wang Fan, they will be defeated within ten moves.
A winning streak...
Three consecutive wins...
Ten consecutive wins...
Thirty consecutive wins...
Fifty consecutive wins...
Wang Fan was like the undefeated god of war, defeating opponents one after another, and soon he had won fifty consecutive victories.
His attack method is also extremely simple. He only relies on his fists. Even if he uses martial arts, he still uses boxing martial arts.
No. 38!
No. 38!
No. 38!
The monks in the audience looked at Wang Fan with enthusiasm and admiration.
They shouted Wang Fan's number frantically, deafeningly.
At this moment, Wang Fan, like the undefeated God of War, has become the focus of everyone's attention, attracting everyone in the audience.
On the battle platform adjacent to Wang Fan, Yushan had already seen Wang Fan, and recognized at a glance that Wang Fan was the person who provoked him at Tingfeng Restaurant.
He looked at Wang Fan with cold eyes, and a crazy murderous intention emerged in his heart.