Wang Fan's almost demonic winning streak immediately attracted the attention of a small number of the monks present.
The monks all ran to the platform No. 5 and screamed crazily at Wang Fan on the platform.
Their expressions were very excited, as if they were witnessing the rise of a peerless strongman.
There is no way, Wang Fan defeats his opponents too quickly, with only one punch each time. Until now, no opponent has ever made Wang Fan throw a second punch.
Not only the monks present, but also those in the arena also noticed Wang Fan on stage five.
As the people in charge of the Nova Arena, they will naturally pay great attention to the powerful monks who come here.
However, they only paid a little attention to Wang Fan and did not pay much attention to him.
Because they have all observed that none of the opponents Wang Fan defeated were particularly powerful.
"With this king's strength, he can only win fifteen consecutive victories at most. Send Hong up to end his winning rate."
In one of the corners, a monk with narrow eyes, a drunken nose and a flat nose pointed at Wang Fan and said casually to a middle-aged man next to him.
"Yes, deacon." The middle-aged man didn't talk nonsense. He bowed and quickly retreated to start making arrangements.
Although the best spiritual stones in the arena are easy to earn, they are not so easy to win, unless you win less, know how to give up when good things come, or your strength is really unparalleled.
Otherwise, once the arena believes that the spiritual stones you have won exceed your own strength, it will send strong men to intervene.
No matter how many consecutive wins there are, if they are ended, all your winning streaks and all your glory will be in vain. Not only will you not be able to take away a spiritual stone, but you will also lose your life.
As for the monks watching the battle, even if they supported you before, once you fail, they will not know who you are.
Their cheers and applause only belong to the victors standing on the battlefield. As for the losers, hehe...
Wang Fan once again defeated two opponents and easily won twelve consecutive victories. The cheers and cheers from the audience became louder, but he felt a little boring.
He really couldn't be interested in an opponent of this level.
He now even expects a strong person to come up. Only by fighting a strong person can he fully unleash his potential.
Even if he wanted to get a higher winning rate and gain the attention and protection of the arena, Wang Fan didn't want to bully these weaklings by punching a child like he does now.
"Twelve consecutive victories, twelve consecutive victories, congratulations to Wang for his twelve consecutive victories!"
"I have some exciting news for you all. That is, Hong, who once had 15 consecutive victories on stage 10 of our arena, wants to challenge the current strong king who has 12 consecutive victories on stage 5."
"I don't know if everyone is looking forward to this battle, and I don't know if our king will accept Hong's challenge."
The old man who presided over the battle stood on the stage again, and his tone became excited.
When his voice fell, he immediately attracted more attention to the screams and cheers of the monks on the fifth platform.
"expect!"
"expect!"
"flood!"
"flood!"
Some of the monks' faces even turned red, and they were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.
Hong, a strong player who won fifteen consecutive victories on stage 10 a few months ago, has some good popularity here. His appearance naturally aroused the excitement and expectations of the monks.
After all, everyone comes to see the showdown between strong men.
Now that we can see the confrontation between the new strongman Wang and the veteran strongman Hong, naturally no one wants to miss it.
When the old man in charge saw the excited expressions of the monks, a trace of satisfaction appeared on his face, and then he looked at the king, "Dear king, do you want to accept the challenge and continue the thirteenth battle?"
Wang Fan nodded, "I accept."
The language is concise and powerful!
"King, invincible!"
"King, invincible!"
When those people below heard Wang Fan's straightforward agreement, they screamed crazily. Especially those monks who admired Wang Fan extremely had fanaticism in their eyes.
What they like is Wang Fan's directness and simplicity.
Whether he is fighting or speaking, he is concise and powerful.
"Now we invite Hong, our former 15th consecutive winner, to come on stage to participate in the wrestling match." The old man shouted loudly and quickly retreated.
The moment he retreated, a monk in gray clothes had already landed on the battlefield.
This man has an ordinary appearance and is not burly in stature, but he is holding a sharp bronze-colored thorn hammer in his hand. His aura is strong and his killing power is even stronger.
Compared with Wang Fan's previous twelve opponents, this person was at least several times stronger.
"flood!"
"flood!"
Seeing this person appear, some of the monks below couldn't help but tear up and scream.
However, when Wang Fan saw this person, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and couldn't help but shake his head.
Although this person is much stronger than the twelve people in front of him, in his eyes, he is still not good enough.
Bang!
Whoosh!
While Wang Fan shook his head, two harsh sounds suddenly came out, and along with the strong blast of wind, Hong was seen with the soles of his feet on the ground, and he rushed out crazily like a dragon swimming out of the sea.
Almost as soon as he rushed out, the sharp bronze thorn hammer in his hand had already cut through the air diagonally, and launched a violent killing force directly towards Wang Fan.
A series of dazzling hammer-shaped waves were set off in the air. The hammer-shaped waves were like indestructible blades, tearing the air, tearing everything apart, and tearing towards Wang Fan.
"flood!"
"flood!"
Seeing this scene, the screams below became even louder, and everyone became even more excited.
Naturally, they were not people without discernment. Just by looking at Hong's actions, they already knew that Hong was definitely not comparable to the twelve people in front of him.
"Although the rewards are tempting, you must know how to accept them when they are good. If you are greedy, you will only harm yourself. It is a pity."
When the drunken and snub-nosed deacon saw this scene, he couldn't help but shook his head and murmured.
Wang Fan looked at the hammer-shaped waves rolling in all over the sky and remained motionless. It wasn't until those hammer-shaped waves approached that he punched out slowly.
When the monks below saw this scene, their hearts jumped suddenly and they even held their breath.
Previously, Wang Fan relied on such a punch to defeat twelve opponents and easily won twelve consecutive victories.
Now, facing Hong who was several times stronger than those twelve people, Wang Fandu still used this punch.
They wanted to know whether Wang Fan's punch would be as invincible as the twelve previous ones when facing Hong.
While they were thinking, Wang Fan's fist wind had already violently stirred up the hammer-shaped waves.
boom!
Boom boom boom boom!
A powerful explosion sound was heard, and at the moment when the two sides intertwined, the hammer-shaped wave seemed to have encountered a nemesis, and was defeated step by step.
In just a moment, the violent fist wind had torn apart all the hammer-shaped waves, and then violently agitated Hong's body with a devastating attitude.
Bang!
Hong's whole body was thrown backwards by the blast, and red blood sprayed like raindrops, and he fell heavily to the corner of the fighting platform.