In that cage-like battlefield, in just a short period of time, the battle had already entered a fever pitch.
Countless monks were already engaged in a thorough melee. The dull sound of punches hitting flesh and the constant splattering of bloody stumps deeply irritated everyone's eyes.
At this moment, everyone was red-eyed and began to attack the surrounding enemies indiscriminately.
They have all unleashed their most primitive instincts, and they only have the word "kill" in their minds, hoping that they will have the last laugh.
Wang Fan looked at this scene with a calm expression and a calm heart.
But he still walked towards those people step by step.
Those people who were red-eyed during the battle did not notice Wang Fan's arrival.
They were still fighting desperately.
Even if it is carrying two thousand times the gravity, it still looks extremely ferocious.
A monk who was fighting outside noticed Wang Fan approaching. Suddenly, he turned around and punched out quickly, hitting Wang Fan in an instant.
Wang Fan did not retreat, but quickly reached out with his right hand, grabbed his fist, and then used force.
With a whoosh, the man was instantly thrown away, and with a bang, he was knocked down to the ground.
There was a heavy sound on the ground of the prison, deafening, and the entire battlefield seemed to shake.
Wang Fan, however, didn't say any nonsense and had already killed the others like lightning.
Boom boom boom!
He waved his fists and feet, and the power in his body rushed out ferociously, blasting at those opponents brazenly.
He didn't kill anyone, but he still punched hard to the point of death.
Amidst a dull sound, countless tall and sturdy monks flew up one after another, and then fell heavily to the ground.
After they fell, their bodies began to squirm and twist in pain, but they no longer had the strength to get up.
"kill him!"
"Ho ho ho!"
"kill!"
This scene also attracted the attention of other monks who were fighting.
They almost stopped in unison and immediately looked at Wang Fan.
Those pairs of eyes were filled with blood, violence, cruelty, and bloodthirsty, but there was no fear.
The next second, without any hesitation, they all charged towards Wang Fan.
Wang Fan still did not retreat, but looked at those people indifferently.
At this moment, the muscles on his body began to squirm and contract, and the strength in his body had been accumulated crazily.
In particular, the faintly rioting bloodline showed signs of being unable to be suppressed.
Wang Fan did not retreat, but quickly rushed into the crowd and fought with those people.
At this moment, he had no idea of retreating at all. He just moved forward and just wanted to fight.
Wang Fan simply didn't know that this was the negative effect produced by the violent factors in the blood in his body.
Under normal circumstances, he might be able to suppress it.
But now, under such a brutal scene, it can no longer be suppressed.
Fortunately, he has mixed pattern marks and a chaos sword on his body, both of which can emit the purest breath, which can ensure that he does not lose his mind.
Otherwise, he is not thinking about fighting, but thinking about killing.
This is why Wang Fan previously thought of letting those people fight and consume each other, and then he would appear in the end.
But now, he walked out uncontrollably and directly joined the melee.
To be precise, this is no longer a melee.
Instead, dozens of monks were attacking Wang Fan alone.
In this scene, even those watching the battle below
Everyone could not help but be stunned.
Manghuang couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly and looked at the cage nervously.
However, after losing his mental power, he couldn't see Wang Fan at all.
Because Wang Fan had been overwhelmed by those monks and was completely surrounded.
The roar is still ringing, and the banging sound is still heard.
Although Wang Fan was surrounded by enemies from both sides and attacked from all sides, he was still fearless.
He was like a god of war, protecting his vital points like a conditioned reflex while also attacking those people.
Every time he attacks, he can accurately hit the vital point and knock the enemy away.
Any opponent who is knocked out by him will completely lose their fighting power and will have no chance to get up again.
Similarly, under this siege and unable to use his divine energy, Wang Fan was also attacked by countless fists and kicks.
However, under the attacks of those fists and kicks, although he would feel a lot of pain, he was not seriously injured at all.
His body refining has reached the realm of divine body, and his strength in resisting attacks is naturally not bad.
The maids next to Her Royal Highness the Princess can all reach the 35th level.
Although he still can't adapt to the gravity here and can't climb so high, at the lowest level, those people can't hurt him yet.
Thought, under those blows, he felt that his physical body seemed to be faintly beginning to strengthen and improve again.
But that kind of improvement is really too slow.
Obviously, the pressure is not enough, and neither is the strength of these enemies.
Boom boom boom!
The explosions were still ringing, and Wang Fan was still dealing with those people.
Even though he was surrounded and passive, after a minute, all the opponents who surrounded him were knocked away and fell to the ground completely.
Wang Fan still stood there proudly, his body as straight as a pine tree.
Although there seemed to be a few more wounds on his body, it was still difficult to hide the domineering aura on his body.
"So strong!"
"He, isn't he one of the two new boys from before? How could he be so powerful?"
"One person actually defeated dozens of people. This person is not simple. It seems that he will rise in the Gravity Tower soon."
There were many practitioners below waiting for the battle or simply watching the battle. After seeing the only proud Wang Fan, they couldn't help but be shocked.
Especially those who had seen the two of them before had fear in their eyes.
Fortunately, Wang Fan didn't care about it before, otherwise it would have been troublesome.
When Manghuang saw that Wang Fan was fine, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He grinned and strode towards the registration area.
There was a crunch.
The iron door of the prison cage slowly opened, the restrictions disappeared, and Wang Fan walked out.
Without any hesitation, he walked straight to the registration office on the second floor.
He had no intention of taking a rest, and there was no need for it. Instead, he planned to rush upward with all his strength.
Only in this way can he fully unleash his potential and improve his cultivation.
at the same moment.
Tyrant City.
Wang Batian stood in front of the window with a gloomy expression, and behind him were kneeling eighteen monks with equally powerful auras.
These monks are all strong men that he has personally trained over the years. Each of them has reached the late stage of Earth Realm God in cultivation, and they are all people who have experienced the life and death Shura field.
Each one of them crawled out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Each one of them has killed countless people in the same realm. They are all beings who can kill powerful enemies across levels.
"I will give you one year to find out the whereabouts of Wang Fan!"
