The furious Yan Bingfeng roared at Han Sanqian, because he knew that if he continued like this and exhausted his strength, he would have no choice but to let Han Sanqian become a fish. So he had to stimulate Han Sanqian to fight back. Only in this way could he find
Chance to win.
Yan Bingfeng's voice of dissatisfaction was immediately recognized by the fans in the audience.
After all, many people in the stands were fans of Yan Bingfeng. They could see that Yan Bingfeng could not bear this kind of injustice, so they immediately started shouting at Han Sanqian.
"You loser, you should fight back."
"It's better to go home and find your mother instead of wasting our time by hiding here and there."
"This is a competition, not a game of hide-and-seek. Little one, do you have any real skills?"
Countless people in the stands began to mock Han Sanqian.
Yang Wanlin was very puzzled at this time. Han Sanqian could obviously end the game in a short time, why did he waste time, and also caused so much abuse? Could it be that he really couldn't beat Yan Bingfeng?
This is unlikely. Although Yan Bingfeng is powerful, in Yang Wanlin's view, there is still a huge gap between him and Han Sanqian.
"Don't worry, Han Sanqian is just destroying Yan Bingfeng's self-confidence. He will not only make Yan Bingfeng lose the game, but also make Yan Bingfeng unable to recover from this fall." At this time, a familiar voice suddenly came to his ears.
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When Yang Wanlin turned his head, he was shocked to find that it was Song Yun!
As Yang Bin's personal bodyguard, Song Yun followed Yang Bin almost every step of the way.
Now that he is here, is the ancestor also here?
Seeing Yang Wanlin looking around, Song Yun knew what he was looking at and said, "Your ancestor didn't come. I was just curious, so I came to see Han Sanqian's performance."
"Grandpa Song, do you think Han Sanqian can win?" Yang Wanlin asked.
"Haha, it's just a game of cat and mouse. The cat is just playing with the mouse now." Song Yun said with a smile. From the beginning, he could see the gap between Yan Bingfeng and Han Sanqian. The two were completely different.
Level, and who is Han Sanqian? He is a strong man at Tianqi Tianzi level. How can he not even win against Yan Bingfeng?
"Is Han Sanqian a cat?" Yang Wanlin continued to ask.
"good."
After receiving such an answer, Yang Wanlin was no longer so nervous.
On the ring, the furious Yan Bingfeng's eyes were almost beating with anger. He was supposed to be in control of the battle, but now he was being led by Han Sanqian. This feeling made him very angry, and he lost his mind.
He was so lost that he couldn't even realize that he was no match for Han Sanqian.
"I won't fight back, I just want to give you more opportunities. Since you don't want to waste time, I will help you." Han Sanqian stood there and said calmly.
"Trash, how dare you not hide?" Yan Bingfeng said through gritted teeth.
"Of course." Han Sanqian said.
Yan Bingfeng's expression became ferocious. As long as Han Sanqian didn't hide, he was confident that he could knock Han Sanqian to the ground with one punch.
"Trash, this is what you said." Yan Bingfeng's body was in a bow position, and he was gathering strength to send out. This punch must be a blow that he used all his strength.
Han Sanqian was still standing where he was, showing no signs of moving away.
Yan Bingfeng had a cruel smile on his face, as long as this punch hit, it meant that he would win the game.
Bang!
The collision between the fist and the body made a muffled sound.
When everyone in the audience finally received Yan Bingfeng's fatal punch, they all burst into enthusiastic cheers. In their opinion, this punch would definitely knock Han Sanqian down, and in their minds
The idol will once again show the majesty of the strong.
But……
Soon they discovered something strange.
Han Sanqian did not fall!
Yan Bingfeng's fist did not seem to cause any damage to Han Sanqian.
Even Han Sanqian's expression didn't even change at all!
"That's it?" Han Sanqian raised his eyebrows and said to Yan Bingfeng.
"No, no, it's impossible, how is it possible!" Yan Bingfeng said in disbelief. His most powerful punch did not make Han Sanqian fall. This fact was unacceptable to Yan Bingfeng.
"This is the gap between you and me. I don't fight back just because you are too weak." Han Sanqian said lightly.
suddenly!
Yan Bingfeng's body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken.
No one saw what was going on.
Yan Bingfeng's body was blocked by the side ropes of the ring, stretched out in an exaggerated arc, and finally fell outside the ring.
Yan Bingfeng was lying on the ground, motionless.
There was also silence in the audience.
Things turned around so fast that those people couldn't react at all.
After all, in their eyes, Han Sanqian should fall under this punch.
But now... not only did Han Sanqian not fall, but Yan Bingfeng was unconscious under the ring.
"This...did he punch just now?"
"No, no, it's a provocation."
"How could it be his legs? I clearly saw him punching. He knocked Yan Bingfeng off the ring with one punch."
"He was obviously kicked out. I saw it with my own eyes."
As for how Han Sanqian struck, no one present could really see clearly, so everyone had their own opinions on whether Han Sanqian punched or kicked, and no one accepted it, and they quickly started arguing.
stand up.
Everyone in the Tiandi Martial Arts Hall had expressions of astonishment, because such an ending was unimaginable to anyone except the gym owner. After all, their senior brother was the favorite to win the championship. How could he win in the second round of the preliminary round?
What if you lose to a little brat?
Although he was unwilling to admit it, the facts were already in front of him. Yan Bingfeng was indeed unconscious outside the ring.
"Elder brother... lost, did you lose?"
"Master, senior brother actually lost."
All the disciples showed pain on their faces and were unwilling to accept such an outcome.
But the owner's expression was very calm, because this outcome was within his expectation, and he also knew that even if Yan Bingfeng did not underestimate Han Sanqian, he probably would not be Han Sanqian's opponent. This is his strength.
The absolute gap in performance has already determined Yan Bingfeng's outcome from the moment he stepped onto the ring.
"Why are you still standing there, why don't you go and carry Senior Brother away?" the master of the hall ordered the disciples.
Everyone in the audience still had confused expressions on their faces. It was not until the unconscious Yan Bingfeng was carried away by people from the Tiandi Martial Arts Hall that they came to their senses and understood what had happened.
"How could this happen? Yan Bingfeng lost!"
"How could my idol lose the game?"
"No, this is impossible. I don't accept this result. This guy must have done something dirty. I want the management of Wuji Summit to thoroughly investigate this matter!"
