These three punches were powerful, fast and fierce.
Ye Fan was immediately in front of Miyamoto.
Miyamoto's face changed drastically, and he had no time to dodge, so he could only block Ye Fan's fist with both hands.
"boom--"
There was a loud noise, smoke filled the sky, and the energy was so strong that people couldn't help but squint their eyes.
No one could see clearly what happened.
Lu Qing and the others could only hear coughing sounds coming from the dust.
After a while, they finally saw the battle situation clearly. When Miyamoto withstood Ye Fan's punch, all the ground within ten meters shattered with the two people as the center of the circle.
The momentum is terrifying.
The power of a punch is comparable to the explosion of a cannonball.
Miyamoto was far away from the center of the battle, his feet made two ravines on the ground, his mouth was full of blood, his arms were lowered, and he was half-kneeling on the ground in a very miserable state.
His whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and the whole audience could hear his rapid breathing.
His arms were broken, his ribs were broken, and his internal organs were severely damaged. Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru didn't even have the strength to struggle, let alone fight one more time.
And Ye Fan stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, like a god who could not be offended.
Miyamoto stared at Ye Fan, as viciously as a poisonous snake.
He really couldn't imagine that Ye Fan was vulnerable a week ago, how could he hurt himself now?
What happened this week?
Could it be that Ye Fan also broke through to the ground level?
But even if Ye Fan breaks through, he can't hurt himself. You know, he was in a small state ten years ago. If he wants to abuse him, he will abuse Ye Fan.
Miyamoto couldn't figure it out, his blood rushed to his heart, and another mouthful of old blood spurted out.
"flutter!"
The whole place was dead silent.
No one spoke, and even breathing seemed to have stopped.
Except for Ye Fan, all the spectators, including Lu Qing, Murong Sanqian, Qianye Yui, etc., felt as if they were struck by lightning, looking at this extremely shocking scene.
Yamamoto Jiro and several others from the Yang Kingdom even took off their glasses and rubbed their eyes vigorously. They thought they were dazzled.
Who is Miyamoto?
He was a master of the realm, one of the top ten sword masters. A week ago, he swept through the entire Nanling Martial Arts League by himself and severely damaged Ye Fan's master.
But how could they not be shocked when the master who was killing everyone like this was defeated with one punch by Ye Fan, who was said to be crippled?
"Impossible, this is impossible!"
"The palace is originally in the earth realm, and Ye Fan is in the mysterious realm. How can he win?"
"Did something happen just now..."
After reacting, Lu Qing muttered to himself, unable to believe or accept this scene.
Murong Sanqian and the others also had dry mouths and tongues, and all the excitement just now turned bitter, and at the same time they felt their cheeks were extremely hot.
"you lose!"
Ye Fan looked at Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru and smiled: "But you are honored to die in such a beautiful place as Wutong Mountain."
"why why……"
Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru growled: "A week ago, you were vulnerable, how come you are stronger than me now?"
"Thank you for this."
Ye Fan said calmly: "In the battle of Nanling Martial League, you injured me, but you also allowed me to break through."
"Sure enough, you have indeed broken through the realm. At this age, reaching the realm is rare. You are very strong."
Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru felt a little uncomfortable: "It's just not right..."
"Even if you break through to the ground level, your foundation is not stable, so logically you shouldn't be my opponent."
He stared at Ye Fan: "I am a small achiever."
"I'm sorry, I passed two levels in a row. I'm now at a great level."
Ye Fan leaned down and whispered in Miyamoto's ear:
"Of course, this realm is not yet stable. It is impossible to crush you easily. Even a tie may have variables. After all, you have too much practical experience."
"I can't help but say that I have the ability to fight with you."
"But as soon as you took action, I knew that you were injured in the last battle."
"Although it is not fatal to the body, fighting for a long time will reduce your strength and speed."
"So I hide my strength, keep dodging and draining your energy, and then I will surprise you and punch you with all my strength."
Ye Fan stood up straight: "The truth is as I expected, you can't withstand my thunder blow."
Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru's eyelids jumped when he heard this, and then he became angry: "You are so cunning and shameless."
"What kind of cunning is this? It's just making use of strengths and avoiding weaknesses."
Ye Fan smiled noncommittally: "If I want to say shameless, I should talk about you."
"You think I don't know. In the last battle with the Nanling Martial Alliance, in addition to saving people, your purpose was to kill me."
"It's just that you found out that Dugu Shang and I were too powerful, causing you internal injuries. We were still outnumbered, so you showed the magnanimity of sparing my life for the time being."
"For you, bloodbathing the entire Nanling Martial League is much more glorious and glorious than bullying me, a rookie like you, a famous master."
"As for the Wutong Mountain War Letter you issued earlier, it was just a cover to cover up your bloodbath of the Nanling Martial Alliance."
He directly stated Miyamoto’s thoughts at the time:
"If my guess is correct, after Ling Qianshui died and you found out that I was the president, you wanted to take action on the Nanling Martial Alliance."
"Not only do you want to kill me as the president, you also want to bloodbath the Nanling Martial Arts League...kill the chickens to scare the monkeys."
Ye Fan smiled calmly: "right?"
Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru's body shook violently, and he stared at Ye Fan fiercely: "You deserve to die."
"It's a pity that you are the one dying now."
Ye Fan took a step forward, raised his right foot, and trampled Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru, who was half kneeling on the ground, to the ground.
Yamamoto Jiro was extremely angry: "Baga!"
Chiba Yui and others were also filled with grief and anger. What could be better than having their idol trampled on the ground and humiliated by someone they hated.
"asshole!"
Lu Qing was also very angry watching this scene, looking at Mamoru Miyamoto being stepped on by Ye Fan.
The one she hoped would win, Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru, was being stepped on by Ye Fan like a dog.
But Ye Fan, who was looked down upon by her, stepped on Miyamoto like a winner.
This scene is like a dream, shouldn't this scene be the other way around?
"This battle must be over."
Ye Fan stepped on Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru's throat.
"Stop! Stop!"
Before Yamamoto Jiro and others could rush to save people, Lu Qing stood up and shouted in anger:
"Ye Fan, stop it!"
"You are too insidious and shameless. You are no match for Mr. Miyamoto."
"Do you dare to say that you can defeat Mr. Miyamoto in an honest and fair manner?"
"You just relied on evil footwork to dodge the attack, and then you got lucky after exhausting Mr. Miyamoto."
"If you had fought head-on when Mr. Miyamoto first took action, would you still be victorious now?"
"Definitely not!"
"If you didn't play any tricks at the beginning, you would probably have your head blown off by Mr. Miyamoto now."
"So this round doesn't count."
"Your avoidance is despicable and shameless. I will not allow you to achieve this kind of victory."
She said confidently: "If you let Mr. Miyamoto go now and make a proper apology to him, I can consider not pursuing you."
Murong Sanqian also hummed: "Ye Fan, let him go, otherwise the consequences will be serious. Miss Lu will not joke with you."
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "Let him go? Is it your brain that is flooded, or mine?"
"Ye Fan, I know you are very happy to win, and you want this victory to show your greatness."
Lu Qing looked at Ye Fan and said plausibly: "But victory doesn't come like this."
"Moreover, Mr. Miyamoto is from the Yang Kingdom, and we have nothing to do with him. If you kill him, you will hurt the feelings of both parties. Can you bear this responsibility?"
"If you dare to touch Mr. Miyamoto, I will not protect you. I won't care what Mr. Yamamoto and the others do."
"Although you defeated Mr. Miyamoto, that is not your true strength, and I believe you are at the end of your strength now."
"Once Mr. Yamamoto and the others take action, you will definitely die."
She raised her pretty face to warn Ye Fan, and also reminded Yamamoto Jiro.
Yamamoto Jiro tilted his head slightly, and a dozen Miyamoto disciples drew their swords and surrounded Ye Fan.
Miyamoto smiled when he saw this: "Ye Fan, you are very powerful, but it's a pity that you can't kill me today."
"Wait, I will go back and practice hard for three to five years, and I will definitely come back to seek revenge on you."
"When the time comes, I will kill all the people around you first, so that you can vent your anger on me today, hahaha."
With Lu Qing and others coming forward, Miyamoto believed that even if he gave Ye Fan ten courages, he would not dare to kill him.
Ye Fan smiled noncommittally, looked at Lu Qing and said:
"Elder Murong even brought a coffin. Are you telling me that you only need clothes and water, but your feelings are more important?"
A bunch of people want him dead, but let him put the overall situation first. Ye Fan feels ridiculous.
"That's different. There is no comparison between you and Mr. Miyamoto."
Lu Qing ignored him: "I will say it again and for the last time, let Mr. Miyamoto go immediately."
"Let him go? Okay, I'll let him go."
Ye Fan looked at Lu Qing and smiled lightly, and the next second, he stepped on it.
There was a click, Miyamoto's throat was broken, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and his life was extinguished instantly.
