Ye Fan's expression was like when he heard this sentence...Looking at Li Xiangting's ambiguous smile, he growled: "Teacher Ot, your boobs are hard." 。Li Xiangting glared playfully at Ye Fan, but a st...Yan Wuque stood tall, his gaze fixed on Ye Fan as he coldly shouted, "Stop!"

But Ye Fan did not let go because of Yan Di's broken drink, he just coldly stared at Tie Xiong, his eyes flashed a line of killing intent.

"Ye Fan, I advise you not to go too far."

Yan Di Que felt a sliver of danger from Yang Yi, and he loudly shouted, "Even though Tie Xiong, who had taken the tenth trial agent, is known as an indestructible cockroach, for some reason, I feel uneasy about Ye Fan's aura."

Ye Fan could defeat Tie Xiong, he didn't know this, but he only knew that the current situation was very unfavorable for Tie Xiong. He had to speak up and stop it.

The game is not over yet, he hasn't killed Ye Fan yet, how could this be allowed to happen

Ye Fan sneered in his heart. Yan Wuque finally tore off his hypocritical mask, didn't he Just now wasn't he calling Ye Shao warmly and affectionately

Well, are you going to turn your back on me now Are we going to fight

With Yan Wuque's actions, all the members of the Ninth Column tightened their nerves. One by one, they unconsciously took a step forward. As long as the captain gave an order, they would act without hesitation and send Ye Fan and those who came with him to hell together.

"You can't hurt me, because your power is drained, while mine is inexhaustible. Soon my fists will smash you to pieces."

Although Tie Xiong was held motionless by Ye Fan's two fingers, he still didn't forget to threaten Ye Fan. After all, these were his men, and he had to save some face.

"Really"

Ye Fan suddenly laughed, his smile was very brilliant.

It is undeniable that Tie Xiong was right. Although Ye Fan's mastery of the Finger God Technique had reached a profound state, using only two fingers to block Tie Xiong's fist was even pushing Ye Fan to his limits.

Moreover, Tie Xiong was relentlessly charging, wave after wave, and the strength Ye Fan exerted with his two fingers couldn't hold for long.

Ye Fan's fingers were actually at their limit, numb with exhaustion. If not for his indomitable will pushing through the pain, he would have collapsed long ago.

Just because Tie Xiong has fists, does that mean Ye Fan doesn't

Looking at the domineering Iron Bear and his hideous face, Ye Fan thought of how his good brother had almost been tricked by this sinister little man just now. A nameless rage surged up in Ye Fan's heart.

Tieteh Xiong is known as Iron Fist, and Ye Fan clearly felt the extraordinary power in Tietehs's punches. If they exchanged blows, he would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.

But Ye Fan had already made up his mind. He would defeat Tie Xiong head-on, to strike at his arrogant air just like that day, with one punch he would knock him down.

Although he himself was very likely to get hurt, Ye Fan now had no way out. He didn't intend to retreat; the anger in his heart had ignited boundless fighting spirit within him.

Let me see then, who has the harder fists.

After finishing his words, Ye Fan truly let go of Tie Xiong.

This caused Tie Xiong to be taken aback, but when he looked closer, he realized that Ye Fan had already clenched his fists, and a fist slightly smaller than his own slammed into his larger fist with force.

Iron Bear saw this and sneered in his heart. How utterly delusional, to think he could challenge Iron Bear head-on with his fists.

Back then, when he was in the capital, he wasn't as powerful as Iron Bear. He had already developed seventy percent of his physical potential. Just the power in his punches was several times stronger than before.

This punch will smash Ye Fan to pieces, avenging the punch from that day.

Therefore, Tie Xiong didn't hesitate and clenched his fist, accelerating towards Ye Fan to deliver a powerful blow.

If he hadn't been Wu Xia Amon, there would have been more than just Tie Xiong facing him. Compared to when he was in the capital, after a series of fierce battles, Ye Fan's martial arts skills had improved significantly. Moreover, he had also comprehended the power of stretching, so it could be said that the strength in his fist at this time was already several times stronger than when he was in the capital.

Two powerful fists collided with each other, a simple clash of brute force. There was no fancy technique, just pure power meeting power.

Two powerful iron fists collided in mid-air, and for a moment, there was utter silence.

Even, for a moment, both parties' ears were as if they had gone deaf, unable to hear anything at all.

But very quickly, a deafening roar erupted.

And this sound grew louder and louder, even deafening.

Everyone stared in shock at the two figures locked in combat. Their fists had collided, yet they remained intertwined as if defying the laws of physics.

Instead, they stuck together, booming and resounding for a long time before separating.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the strange scene before them. What on earth was going on

Outsiders only saw the surface, but only the two people actually in the fight could clearly feel what was happening.

Tie Xiong now felt as if a speeding train had just run over him.

Although he was as hard as iron, even iron can't withstand the relentless crushing of a train back and forth. He felt like he was being pressed down and couldn't breathe.

At this moment, Ye Fan was also in a terrible predicament. He never dreamed that the power in Tie Xiong's hands would be so terrifying. If it were his previous self, under this immense and powerful energy, he would have long since been defeated.

Thanks to the power of stretching and contraction he has understood these days, Ye Fan has a sudden realization. However, this feeling is still very vague. He just relies on his feelings to use it, and there's no specific and concrete impression.

He was struggling to hold on, his teeth even ground down from the exertion. But Ye Fan knew one thing: no matter what, he couldn't retreat. If he didn't defeat Tie Xiong this time, that Yan fellow would likely seize the opportunity and attack relentlessly. At that point, there wouldn't be anyone left alive to bring his wife home.

This is no longer just about venting anger for fat people, even for himself, even for his friends, he has to win this proteinuria contest, and he can only win.

But this feeling was really stifling for Ye Fan. He had never experienced this feeling before, with energy unable to be released, wanting to fight but not being able to.

This is a kind of indescribable feeling of suffocation, depression, and oppression.

Ye Fan felt a lump of air in his chest, nowhere to vent, constantly churning inside him, making him very uncomfortable.

"Ah"

Unable to bear it any longer, Ye Fan roared, expelling all the turbid qi from his body.

Suddenly, Ye Fan didn't know how, the turbid Qi in his body seemed to have eyes, and it surged along his meridians into his fist. In an instant, his fist was filled with Qi.

As an unprecedented power surged through his fists, Ye Fan felt his blood and energy surging. He couldn't help but roar: "Die! Poyun Fist!" sound of footsteps. Ye Fan could tell that these were the sounds of soldiers marching; only soldiers who had undergone professional training would have such uniform footfalls.Ye Fan let out a cold sn...