"You are no match for me, and I don't want to waste time. You can leave."
Xiong Fei said to the man from the Second Army in an extremely cold and arrogant manner.
His opponent was stunned for a moment, then sneered.
"There are only soldiers who died in battle, and there are no soldiers who fled without fighting. Feel free to come over."
"Okay, if you have the blood, I will help you!"
Xiong Fei walked slowly, with a heavy and thick momentum all over his body, walking towards his opponent like a mountain.
Yang Haoran and Hu Kuishan could see clearly from a distance, with playful expressions on their faces.
"This guy is a master from a foreign family. He must have been practicing hard skills since he was a child. There is no suspense in this match. Will you be the winner next time or am I?"
Hu Kuishan looked proud: "Of course I'll do it, but you're such a small body, don't go up there and be abused.
Isn't it just a child's hard work? I am still invincible with an iron fist, specializing in all kinds of hard bones, look at how I beat him to the ground with teeth!"
Then he grinned at Yang Haoran: "When I knock him down, there will be no need to fight between us. We are all comrades on the same front, so you can just admit defeat."
Yang Haoran rolled his eyes and chuckled.
"Tank, I know you are born with divine power. But I advise you not to underestimate your opponent. That guy is not simple. Even a peak dark warrior might suffer a big loss if he encounters him."
Yang Haoran has such a discerning eye that he will certainly not be mistaken.
Although Xiong Fei is in the late stage of Anjin, the boy's hard skills he practices are truly extraordinary and he must not be treated as an ordinary late stage warrior of Anjin.
As for Hu Kuishan, he was also in the late stage of An Jin, relying on his natural divine power, so he swept across the same level.
But everything has its advantages and disadvantages. It is precisely because of Hu Kuishan's natural power that he does not bother to practice skills.
It doesn't matter if you meet ordinary opponents, but it is obvious that Xiong Fei's strength is very comprehensive, and Hu Kuishan is not necessarily his opponent.
Hu Kuishan did not believe what Yang Haoran said, but curled his lips in dissatisfaction.
"Whose side are you on? How can you make someone else's ambition destroy your own prestige? I don't believe I can't beat him to death!"
Yang Haoran twitched the corners of his mouth, saying that was all he said, and there was no point in talking any more.
At this time, Xiong Fei had already taken action. Because of his hard skills, Xiong Fei's fighting style had always been very domineering.
Ignore the opponent's attack at all, just one fierce word is enough.
This style of fighting made his opponent instantly stunned. Several punches landed on Xiong Fei, just like hitting a tree stump, and had no effect at all.
Xiong Fei sneered and whizzed towards his opponent with a straight punch without any skill.
The next moment, a scream was heard, and Xiong Fei's opponent flew out directly, as if his whole body was falling apart.
Cheers and applause immediately broke out in the Third Army camp.
"Well done to Xiong Fei, you defeated the last two, and the championship belongs to our third army!"
Xiong Fei didn't pay attention to the opponent he knocked away. He came mainly for Hu Kuishan this time.
Prior to this, Hu Kuishan had won two fighting championships in the Southwest Army Competition, and he was very famous.
Defeating others is no fun, but as long as you defeat Hu Kuishan, you will become famous in one battle.
Xiong Fei looked at Hu Kuishan with a cold expression on his face.
"Big man, I heard your nickname is Tank. Watch me turn you into scrap metal today!"
Hu Kuishan walked forward with his head held high, his momentum not weak at all.
"You're so bragging, your name is Xiong Fei, right? See if I beat you and change your name to Xiong Pa, you'll be lying on the ground!"
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"Now we have a good show to watch. Both of them are ruthless people, so it will be very exciting."
"I still think Tank has a good chance of winning. After all, he is a two-time fighting champion and has strength and experience."
"That's not necessarily true. Although it's Xiong Fei's first time participating in the competition, I heard that he is a fierce man trained by the Third Army.
This time it’s just to target tanks, I must have done simulations beforehand, I really don’t know who will win.”
"Both of them are only twenty-seven years old, which is the golden age for warriors. Now they are in the late stage of An Jin, and their strength is comparable to the peak of An Jin.
The future is limitless, and if you train him well, he will be a general at the very least."
Jiao Guilin walked up to Yang Haoran at some point and looked towards the arena.
"Brother Yang is amazing. When the two of them decide the winner, you will be in third place."
Yang Haoran didn't refute, and smiled: "It's just a fluke."
"You can't say that. How can you always be lucky? Besides, your biggest advantage is your youth. Anyway, anyone under thirty years old can participate in tournaments like this.
In two years, you will definitely dominate the rankings, and our first army will all depend on you!"
Yang Haoran smiled and said nothing, Jiao Guilin chuckled and looked at Yang Haoran again.
"Brother Yang, what do you think the outcome of this battle will be? Can the tank win?"
Yang Haoran didn't even think about it and just shook his head.
"It's difficult. Xiong Fei is strong in all aspects. Tanks just have the advantage in natural power.
But when it comes to Xiong Fei's boyish hard skills, this advantage is no longer obvious, so Xiong Fei is more likely to win."
Jiao Guilin was stunned. He just asked casually, not expecting to hear any comments from Yang Haoran.
Unexpectedly, this Yang Haoran really dared to say it, and this judgment made Jiao Guilin's eyes twitch.
"Haha, Brother Yang, are you serious? Why didn't I see that Xiong Fei is so good? I'm still more optimistic about tanks."
Yang Haoran smiled slightly and did not explain: "We will know after we see it."
Jiao Guilin said with a bitter look on his face: "If it's really what you said, wouldn't the championship this time go to the third army?"
On the field, Hu Kuishan was already standing opposite Xiong Fei.
Both of them are tall and burly, but in comparison, Hu Kuishan is more powerful.
Hu Kuishan moved his hands and feet, and his bones cracked all over his body.
Then there was a loud roar that shook the whole place.
The First Army camp immediately burst into cheers.
Xiong Fei sneered: "Tank, we are not louder than our voices, and we also want our men to see the truth. Can we take action?"
Hu Kuishan laughed naively: "I'll be with you anytime, bear."
Xiong Fei's face turned cold, and he put so much force on his feet that he made a dent in the ground.
Then with the help of the rebounding force, the whole person rushed towards Hukui Mountain like a cannonball.
Hu Kuishan snorted, and the muscles all over his body tensed.
Although he has not specifically practiced hard kung fu, he has a huge body, tight muscles, and is naturally resistant to blows.
Seeing Xiong Fei's attack, Hu Kuishan did not dodge, clenched his fist, twisted his waist, and smashed Xiong Fei's fist.
With a bang, the two fists collided together.
Immediately, I saw both of them taking a few steps back, their faces ashen.