Yang Haoran's voice was not loud, but when he said it with real energy, everyone could hear him clearly.
Everyone turned to look at Yang Haoran, looking up and down.
"I actually forgot that the First Army has not been cleaned up yet, but boy, do you think you can be Xiong Fei's opponent?"
From the side of the First Army, there was immediately a sound of ridicule and a burst of laughter.
Comparing the appearance conditions, Yang Haoran does not have any advantages.
Regardless of his height or body shape, standing in front of Xiong Fei, who is like an iron tower, he feels like a bean sprout.
And looking at Yang Haoran's age, he is only around 20 years old. Apart from being strong-blooded, what other real abilities does he have?
Xiong Fei stared at Yang Haoran coldly and smiled.
"If I were you, I would surrender obediently so as not to suffer physical pain. Do you think you are better than that tank?"
A burst of joking laughter rang out, and someone immediately echoed from the side.
"What kind of tank? It's just a pile of scrap metal now, so it's not a match for Xiong Fei?"
"That's right, the First Army is making a lot of fuss, but it's actually just an embroidered pillow. It's useless."
Jiao Guilin, who was still staying with Yang Haoran, looked anxious and pulled Yang Haoran.
He lowered his voice and said: "Forget it, Brother Yang, a man who knows the current affairs is a hero. I also want to deal with that guy, but who said that our skills are inferior to others!
Moreover, that guy Xiong Fei is ruthless, and being severely injured by him will outweigh the gain."
Yang Haoran pushed Jiao Guilin's palm away and said coldly: "It is precisely because he is cruel and ruthless that I have to take action. What's more, I am also fighting on behalf of the First Army. As long as I am not eliminated, I have conditions to continue the competition."
Jiao Guilin was stunned and said anxiously: "The key is that you can't beat him!"
Can't beat him? Are you kidding? Yang Haoran just doesn't want to show his strength.
But it was not easy to explain this to Jiao Guilin. Yang Haoran walked towards the arena.
The mocking laughter from the Third Army was heard again.
"He really doesn't know the current affairs. This is why he doesn't take the road to heaven, and there is no way to hell to break in. Xiong Fei is welcome, let him know how powerful our third army is."
Xiong Fei was noncommittal, snorted, and walked out of the crowd with a cold face.
"The fact that you have made it this far shows that you are quite capable. You are definitely a talent at your age.
It's a pity that I can't see the situation clearly. Since you insist, I will grant you your wish, but I will not show mercy!"
Yang Haoran looked at Xiong Fei with a cold look on his face.
"Don't take yourself too seriously, in my opinion you are nothing!
The most important thing in life is character. It doesn't matter if you don't have the ability, but remember to be a good person.
It's clear that the outcome has been decided, but you still go out to hurt Hu Kuishan. This kind of villain behavior is disgusting! If I don't teach you a lesson, I will be sorry for the law of heaven!"
When Yang Haoran mentioned the pain point, Xiong Fei's pupils immediately shrank, and his eyes became as cruel as poisonous snakes.
"Boy, you are looking for death! These are the rules of the battlefield, do you understand? Being kind to the enemy means being irresponsible to yourself!
The only thing to blame is that his skills are inferior to others, what is there to say?"
The lively scene here was naturally seen by everyone, and they kept talking about it.
"I almost forgot that there were two people in the First Army who made it to the end. But tanks are so famous that people almost ignored the other person."
"Haha, what if we get to the end? The tanks have lost, but this young man can turn the tide of the battle around?"
"But Xiong Fei did go too far. Although the Southwest Army was divided and independent, they were still in the same spirit. He almost disabled the tank with one kick and made it unable to participate in the next game. He was so cruel." Please read the novel.
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There was also a heated exchange of words on the referee's bench.
All the referees had a clear view of the situation on the field, and naturally they also saw the scene where Xiong Fei kicked Hu Kuishan's calf.
The referee of the first army looked livid, glared at the people of the third army, and smiled coldly.
"You guys from the Third Army are so majestic. Don't you think it's despicable to kill someone when the outcome is already decided?"
"Your first military skills are inferior to others, what can you say?
If this is really on the battlefield, do you still expect the enemy to show mercy to you?"
"You are using strong words to make sense. This is not a situation at all."
"Why can't it be the same situation? If you don't like it, just speak with your true ability. Don't you still have one person? No matter how he beats Xiong Fei, we have nothing to say."
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The referee of the First Army was so angry that he was livid and speechless.
One of the referees of the First Army was someone who had met Yang Haoran, the last time Yang Haoran defeated Wang Mingguo.
Although Yang Haoran's true identity is not clear, there is absolutely no suspense about defeating Xiong Fei.
He immediately laughed and looked at the people in the Third Army with a very playful look.
"This is what you said. Don't do any double standards until afterwards!"
"Hey, don't worry, but you still need to have this ability."
On the playing field, Yang Haoran and Xiong Fei stood opposite each other.
Xiong Fei showed a sneer again: "Since you are stubborn, then prepare to accept the storm!"
As he spoke, Xiong Fei rushed out without hesitation, charging towards Yang Haoran like a mountain.
Jiao Guilin, who was watching the battle from a distance, closed his eyes and couldn't bear to watch. It was over now, and Yang Haoran was probably going to retire.
Yang Haoran just smiled. It would be weird if this wild bull could hurt him.
Seeing that Xiong Fei was about to rush in front of Yang Haoran, Yang Haoran immediately activated, stepped forward, twisted his waist, and punched out.
Suddenly there was a sigh of relief all around.
"Is this guy crazy? He actually wants to go head-to-head with Xiong Fei. This is simply asking for death!"
"With his size, he should use his physical flexibility to fight guerrilla warfare to have any chance of victory. Now this stupid approach is over."
Xiong Fei roared fiercely: "You are looking for death!"
The strength in his hand increased a little more, and he wanted to kill this ignorant young man with one punch.
"Aren't you relying on your child's hard skills? I will let you see what real hard skills are, otherwise you are not convinced. Get out of here!"
The fists of the two people met in an instant, and there was a clear buzzing sound, like two pieces of iron bumping into each other.
Everyone originally imagined that Yang Haoran would be punched away or even seriously injured.
But this imaginary scene did not appear, and it was even the other way around.
Yang Haoran smiled and kept his feet motionless.
However, Xiong Fei's burly and tall body stumbled backwards three meters away and sat down directly on the ground.
The whole place was silent. What on earth is going on?
Everyone stood up and craned their necks to watch this incredible scene.