Ye Fan's voice was not very loud, flat and straightforward, not shocking, as if he was telling something that was taken for granted.

However, these words were like a boulder smashing into the calm water, stirring up a thousand waves and causing an uproar in the field.

Yang Jingjing, Dong Fatzi and others all looked at him with an incredulous gaze.

Are you kidding!

One percent strength, how is this possible?!

At the same time, Yang Ting's face was extremely gloomy, the green tendons on his forehead stood up, and he was so angry that he couldn't help it.

Without a doubt, this is the most arrogant thing he has ever heard in his life!

I've seen someone pretending to be forced, but I've never seen someone pretending to be forced like this!

Yang Ting secretly said in his heart, if the Oscar adds a Best Outfit Award, Ye Fan will definitely be able to win the award with the sentence just now.

You know, he really used half of his strength just now.

But Ye Fan said that he could force him back seven steps with only one percent of his strength,

Doesn't this mean that Ye Fan's strength is far superior to him?

Yang Ting didn't believe that there would be such a terrifying power in this world, even if it was the reincarnation of the legendary Li Yuanba, I am afraid that he would not be able to do it.

The next moment, Yang Ting looked at Ye Fan and sneered, "Hmph...... Boy, don't bluff, do you think Lao Tzu is scared? You definitely used all your strength for that punch just now!"

"If you don't believe it, you can try it again!" Ye Fan said lightly.

"Just what I want!"

Yang Ting shouted violently, and then his body soared, like an angry dragon going out to sea, soaring, alarming the wind and clouds, and the ghost cried and howled!

Immediately afterward, he went on the offensive again.

But this time, he didn't spare any more hands, and he didn't hesitate to use ten percent of his strength.

......

"Boom, boom, boom!"

In just an instant, Yang Ting blasted out hundreds of punches, targeting all the key points on Ye Fan's body, blocking almost all his dodging positions, vowing to beat this arrogant kid to pieces.

However, Yang Ting couldn't have imagined that Ye Fan didn't have any intention of dodging at all, and even closed his eyes, not looking at the fist shadows in the sky at all, but relying on instinct to fight back.

The next moment, Ye Fan's fists drew an afterimage in mid-air, and the speed was so fast that it completely exceeded the limit of visual capture.

"Bang bang!"

A series of dense flesh collision sounds, like a violent rain, resounded throughout the audience.

The battle at this level simply refreshed everyone's perception of "powerful" in the field.

The high-intensity battle lasted for several minutes.

"Ahhh

Suddenly, a terrible scream pierced the sky and was deafening.

Everyone saw Yang Ting's figure retreat back suddenly, widening the distance between him and Ye Fan.

"Whew...... Call...... Whew......"

Looking from afar, I saw Yang Ting gasping for breath, the pores on his body were like an open water valve, and his whole body was soaked with sweat, as if he had been fished out of the oil pot just now.

His facial features were even more twisted together, extremely hideous, and he was suffering great pain.

What's even more shocking is that Yang Ting's two arms are showing abnormal twisting, like twisted flowers.

The two fists were even more white, bloody, shocking, and obviously hit harder than ever.

On the other side, Ye Fan was still standing with his hands in his hands, looking calm and breezy, unharmed, and even the corners of his clothes were not messy.

It seems that the high-intensity battle just now didn't make him interested.

"This ...... How is this possible? My brother ...... How can you lose?!"

Not far away, Yang Jingjing's lips moved, frightened.

A chill surged from the soles of her feet to the Heavenly Spirit Gai, as if to freeze her blood and soul together.

Before, Ye Fan said that he only used one percent of his strength.

At the time, no one believed him, everyone thought he was bragging.

But now, everyone realized that Ye Fan was really not joking.

Weak, limiting their imagination!

If Yang Ting is the Demon King of the Mixed World, then Ye Fan is a peerless murderer!

God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!

......

"Kick!"

"Kick!"

"Kick!"

Suddenly, Ye Fan took a step and walked towards Yang Ting.

In this dead silence, his steps were particularly abrupt.

And Yang Ting's face was no longer arrogant as before, but a little more fear that could not be concealed.

That's right, it's fear!

Yang Ting, who has always been domineering, domineering, and not afraid of heaven and earth, tasted fear for the first time in his life.

And in his heart, he couldn't figure it out.

Why?

Why the hell is that?!

Yang Ting has absolute confidence in his own strength.

Born with divine powers!

is so talented, rare in a hundred years, looking at the entire land of China, it is also a rare existence.

In addition, when he met a famous teacher, this time he went out of the customs and went down the mountain, Yang Ting was ready to show his skills, so that the whole of China would know his prestige.

But now, he's defeated, completely defeated!

If he lost to Ye Fan in other ways, he wouldn't be so difficult to accept.

But just now, he could feel that Ye Fan didn't use any mysterious moves, and he was fighting him hard from beginning to end, without any fancy, crushing him with absolute strength.

Yang Ting's fist hit Ye Fan's body as if it was tickling.

However, Ye Fan's fist slammed in, making him feel the pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow, his skin was open and his flesh was open, and he was drenched in blood, which he couldn't resist.

Such an exaggerated difference in strength made him unacceptable at all.

The next moment, Yang Ting raised his head suddenly, looked at Ye Fan and let out a low roar: "Boy, who are you, how can you be so strong?!"

"Hehe......"

Hearing this, Ye Fan smiled slightly, and said indifferently: "Yang Ting, it's not that I'm too strong, but you're too weak!

......

"Boom!"

Ye Fan's words were like a bombshell that exploded in Yang Ting's ears.

If other people said that, Yang Ting would definitely scoff, and then use his iron fist to blast the opponent's head.

At this moment, Ye Fan's words made him powerless to refute, but he felt insignificant.

There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky!

The strength that he has been proud of for more than 20 years turned out to be so vulnerable.

All his pride and dignity were all crushed by Ye Fan.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Suddenly, Yang Ting was like a fierce beast at the end of his rope, and let out a roar from his throat.

Seeing his crazy appearance, Ye Fan's eyes were cold, like a judge in charge of life and death, and said sharply:

"Yang Ting, give you two choices! Either abandon the dantian and get out of Huahai! or- die!"

"Boom!"

As soon as the words fell, a murderous aura like a substance penetrated out of his body, overwhelmingly pressing towards Yang Ting.

For a moment, Yang Ting's hairs stood on end, and his whole body was tense, as if the Grim Reaper had raised a sickle against his neck.

However, he would not accept either of these two choices.

For a martial artist, abolishing the dantian is equivalent to becoming a wasted person.

The power that once had was completely lost, and that huge sense of disparity was enough to make anyone collapse.

Thinking of this, Yang Ting gritted his teeth and said, "Stinky boy, don't be arrogant! I admit that your strength is stronger than mine, but you can't touch me!"

"My grandfather, but Hongyi's leading boss, is the emperor of the underground world, and the whole Huahai will tremble three times if he stomps his feet!

"If you dare to kill me, you will definitely die without a burial-"

Before Yang Ting could finish his sentence, his voice stopped abruptly.

Because suddenly there was a big hand on his neck, like an iron tong, which strangled him by the throat, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not make any sound.

And the owner of this big hand is none other than Ye Fan!

Even with Yang Ting's strong strength, he couldn't capture Ye Fan's figure.

Yang Tinggang wanted to struggle, but when he saw Ye Fan's eyes, he was shocked.

What kind of eyes are they?

Domineering! Killing! Chilling! Ruthless!

It's like a Shura from under the Nine Shadows, as if a single look can destroy the world and make people frightened and broken.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan's cold voice sounded again:

"Yang Ting, the grandfather and master who are regarded as gods by you are worthless in my eyes!