"Nonsense, if I can't beat you, you pretty boy, my life will be in vain."
Yang Bei was also aroused for a time to be competitive. He could be defeated, but he could never be defeated by someone like Ye Fan.
Before he finished speaking, he exerted force again and attacked Ye Fan like lightning.
Before, he was a little conservative because he was worried about the outbreak of hidden diseases, but now he is willing to take risks.
"Haha, that makes sense." Feeling that Yang Bei suddenly became a lot stronger, Ye Fan became even more excited.
If Yang Bei is too weak, then his years of waiting will be meaningless, right?
The bigger the two of them are, the more intense their fighting spirit is. Their eyes are locked on each other, and they strive for perfection in every attack.
"Are they still human?"
Everyone was completely dumbfounded. Fighting in action movies is nothing more than this.
It is difficult for them to imagine how a person can become such a master through training.
"Strange, why are your moves so familiar?" Yang Bei quickly discovered the problem.
"Of course, I trained this specifically for you, but your moves have also changed a lot." Ye Fan said lightly. Although most of his moves against Yang Bei were useless, it made it even more difficult.
According to his wishes.
The stronger Yang Bei is, the stronger his determination to win.
The battle between the two quickly became intense. No one could do anything to the other, and it would be difficult to determine the winner in a short period of time.
"Can you tell who will win?"
"No... I don't know. If it were before, I would definitely say that Mr. Ye would win, but now!"
Everyone was dazzled, and it was hard to tell who would win even if they were watching.
However, Yang Bei had been injured after all, and he still had hidden diseases in his body. It would be fine in a short period of time, but fighting with all his strength for a long time would inevitably affect the old injuries.
Not long after, he felt that his body was not able to eat enough. If he continued to suffer from the secret disease, it might have serious consequences.
"No... I won't fight anymore, I'm exhausted." Taking advantage of the moment to retreat, Yang Bei waved his hands repeatedly, making Ye Fan look like a madman, "I'm just wondering, do you and I have any deep hatred?
You have to fight like this."
"No, we have to decide the winner today." Ye Fan said reluctantly. He was in extremely good condition now.
"If I can't fight, I will admit defeat. If you win, you are better than me." Yang Bei waved his hand. If he continues to fight, his whole body will be crippled.
"No, come again." Ye Fan shouted loudly, attacked Yang Bei like lightning, and punched Yang Bei's face mercilessly.
"Fuck, did I steal your wife or cut off your financial resources?" Yang Bei was shocked. This kid's attack was so cunning. If he had been hit by this punch, his face would probably be deformed.
He had no choice but to continue attacking.
With Ye Fan's attack method, if he chooses to defend, he may soon fall into a passive position, and it will be even harder to escape.
"The opportunity is rare, how about making a bet?" said a rich second generation who looked very shrewd at first sight.
"Oh? How to bet?" Everyone was also interested. They usually watch boxing matches, and it will be more interesting after adding a lottery jackpot.
"Winning or losing, I will be the banker." said the smart rich second generation.
"What's the odds?" everyone asked again.
"Young Master Ye will pay you three, and Yang Bei will pay you ten."
"Fuck, it's such a big difference." Everyone frowned slightly, didn't this clearly imply that Young Master Ye would win.
"Then it depends on how you buy it. I'm just having fun. It doesn't matter if you lose money."
"I'll buy Mr. Ye for one million!"
"I am five million."
…
The smart rich second generation wrote down everyone's bets one by one. Although Yang Bie's odds were very good, everyone bought Ye Fan.
"Hey, it seems that I suffered a big loss this time." The smart rich second generation said with tears in his eyes. It was just for fun at first, but who knew that these people took him for a fool and bought bigger things than the others.
"Fuck, Yang Bei's odds are so high. It's clear that he's going to lose. Who will buy it? You're usually very smart. Why did you act stupid today?" Everyone laughed. Although they were not short of money, who wouldn't like winning money?
Woolen cloth.
"Oh, then I will just lose some money to support Mr. Ye." said the smart rich second generation.
"Who told you that's it? I'll buy Yang Beiying again for one million."
"I'll buy Yang Beiying for two million!"
Everyone followed suit. With odds like this, it was difficult to lose.
"Are you buying like this? One person can only buy one side."
"Who told you not to say it in the first place? Hurry up and write it down, haha!"
Everyone laughed and said, with such odds, you can still make money by buying both sides.
It's not that they don't have confidence in Mr. Ye, but Yang Bei looks too good.
"Okay, it's just for fun anyway. I didn't expect you to take advantage of me." The smart rich second generation sighed with a look of helplessness.
"You are usually so smart, you don't spend any money that you shouldn't, so why don't you bleed everywhere today?" Everyone laughed.
"Oh, how can I keep my shoes from getting wet when I often walk by the river?" The smart rich second generation sighed.
"Ye Fan, are you crazy? Do you and I have any deep hatred? Are you so desperate?"
After another punch, Yang Bei felt that half of his body was numb.
"Since we were born, others have compared the two of us. Everyone says that I am not as good as you. Is this considered a deep hatred?" Ye Fan said through gritted teeth. Even his family members seemed to think so. Yang Bei is a legend.
The children of other people’s families.
"Count me as your sister. I was born in the mountains and I haven't spent much time in school. I am better than you in any way." Yang Bei couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't even envy Ye Fan's background, but Ye Fan became jealous.
he came.
"Stop talking nonsense and come again!" Ye Fan didn't listen at all. Yang Bie's attack method was indeed very different from before, but it was vaguely similar. He was definitely the same person.
"Fuck, I'm going to kill you!" Yang Bei also lost his temper, suppressing the old wounds in his body that were ready to move, and attacked like crazy.
"Sure enough, you are still conserving your strength. You were like this before, but I won't be fooled now." Ye Fan laughed, and his strength instantly became stronger.
"You're scolding, are the second generation of rich people working hard like this? Aren't they afraid of being disabled?" Yang Bei secretly complained in his heart. If he doesn't practice martial arts well, he will leave hidden diseases, not to mention that in this era, martial arts seems to be of no use.
No matter how high he is, he can only work as a bodyguard for rich people. What does Ye Fan want?
"Well!"
After dozens of consecutive collisions, Yang Bei suddenly groaned, blood welling up in his throat, and it was obvious that he couldn't hold on any longer.
"Master Ye is going to win!" Seeing this, everyone's eyes lit up.
Even laymen like them could see it, and of course Ye Fan could see that Yang Bei was at the end of his strength.
But this was extremely unreasonable. It was almost a cliff-like drop, but before that, he had not been able to hurt Yang Bei at all.