When everyone in the ring saw this, they couldn't help but be stunned.

"Who is that kid, who is only a half-step True Demon God cultivator, and he is so arrogant that he dares to provoke Zhang Hangyi of the True Demon God Realm?!"

"He is looking for death, and he will definitely be abolished by Zhang Hangyi!"

"Yes, this son will definitely die!"

“......”

Most people thought that Chen Shaofan would definitely die under Zhang Hang.

"Death to Lao Tzu!"

In the ring, Zhang Hang roared angrily and hit Chen Shaofan with a punch.

There was a dazzling black and red light cluster, which galloped out from its giant fist, turning into a huge black and red devil fist light and shadow, and in the center of its fist, there was a terrifying monster.

Where the light and shadow of the Demon Fist passed, the space continued to distort, making the sound of ghosts crying wolves, and the power was extremely terrifying.

However, in the face of this demon fist, Chen Shaofan's Yin Yuan True Body stood in place, motionless, as if he was scared stupid.

"That kid, you won't be scared silly, will you?!"

This is what everyone who saw this scene thought.

Seeing that the black and red devil fist was about to attack Chen Shaofan, he suddenly moved, the muscles on his arms continued to bulge, the muscles and veins were entangled, full of domineering power, his five fingers were angry, and he suddenly clenched it, forming a giant fist, and slammed towards the black and red devil fist that was rushing forward.

His iron fist was small, directly covered by the massive black and red devil fist.

However, the next scene was beyond everyone's expectations.

I saw that with Chen Shaofan's iron fist as the center, dense cracks appeared on the black and red devil fist, extending towards the surroundings.

In an instant, the black and red devil fist was covered with cracks, and not an inch was intact.

Bang——!

With a deafening cracking sound, the light and shadow of the Black and Red Devil Fist exploded with a bang, turning into bits of black and red magic light and disappearing without a trace.

With the power of his body alone, he can shatter the light and shadow of the black and red devil fist formed by Zhang Hangyi's magic skills with one punch, and his power is domineering.

This scene made everyone present feel slightly stunned and incredible.

"I'm not mistaken, then...... That ant with only a half-step True Demon God cultivation actually exploded Zhang Hangyi's Magic Skill Fist with one punch?"

"Really, that kid really used the power of his flesh to blow up the magic fist with one punch!"

"I really can't see that kid's body is so domineering, it's just talented!"

In the ring, Zhang Hangyi, who was in shock, listened to the discussion of everyone in the ring, and couldn't help but shrink his eyes, and his heart was full of anger.

He felt like countless people were slapping him in the face.

And the culprit of all this is the young man opposite.

"Boy, give me a !! death" Zhang Hang roared angrily, his fists danced like lightning, striking out a giant fist light and shadow, killing Chen Shaofan.

"You're not my opponent!" the corners of Chen Shaofan's mouth curled slightly, and a wisp of arrogant and uninhibited evil smile appeared on his knife-like face.

In the face of the overwhelming light and shadow of the Demon Fist, Chen Shaofan clenched his fists, attacked with an iron fist, and his fist was like a dragon, constantly colliding with the light and shadow of the Demon Fist.

Bang bang bang!

The light and shadow of the black and red devil fist were all shattered by Chen Shaofan, turning into bits of black and red devil light and disappearing without a trace.

Chen Shaofan appeared in front of the furious Zhang Hangyi, and smashed a punch directly into the chest.

Zhang Hangyi didn't expect that Chen Shaofan was so domineering and didn't do a good job of defense, but even if he defended, it was useless.

Chen Shaofan's iron fist hit Zhang Hangyi's chest fiercely.

Click!

Roar!!!

Zhang Hangyi's chest was dented, and he was pierced by a giant fist, and his heart was also shattered by Chen Shaofan's punch.

Zhang Hang let out a terrible roar like a ghost crying, and the vitality in his eyes disappeared quickly, and his eyes were full of incredulity and unwillingness.

However, these looks are forever fixed there.

Zhang Hangyi's body fell to the ground limply.

Chen Shaofan withdrew his iron fist, glanced at Zhang Hangyi, who was like a dead dog, and said with a corner of his mouth: "I said, you are not my opponent!"

This scene once again deeply shocked everyone.

"As soon as Zhang Hang died, he died like this?"

"It's really dead!"

"My God, that kid is so domineering!"

On the high platform, the patriarch of the Ji clan with a beard on his face saw this scene, a smile appeared on his face, and he said secretly: "This Chen Gongzi is really powerful, talented, and his future achievements are limitless."

If so, if Frost can really marry him, it can be regarded as a good match!"

Compared with the excitement and joy of the patriarch of the Ji clan, the fat face of the patriarch of the Mo clan was covered with haze, and a pair of small eyes stared at Chen Shaofan tightly, revealing the murderous intent unabashedly.

That Zhang Hangyi was the fiancé of his daughter Mo Xue, but now he was killed by Chen Shaofan with a punch, so how could he not be angry!

......

In the ring here, Chen Shaofan killed Zhang Hangyi with one punch and won the victory.

But in other rings, most of the young geniuses of the Ji clan fell into a disadvantageous situation.

There have already been four geniuses from most of the Ji clan who have been knocked out of the ring, and they have all been seriously injured.

Among the other geniuses, only Ji Hanshuang and Mo Xue fought against each other, and Ji Hanshuang had the upper hand.

The first round of individual battles ended after tea time, and Ji Hanshuang defeated Mo Xue by a small margin.

Most of the other geniuses of the Ji clan were all defeated.

In the first round of the individual ring, most of the Ji clan lost to the Mo tribe with two wins and eight losses.

Among them, there were two young geniuses from most of the Ji clan, who were killed by the Mo tribe.

Soon, the second round of the big competition began.

At this time, most of the Ji family only had eight people including Chen Shaofan and Ji Hanshuang on the field, six of whom were seriously injured, and only Chen Shaofan and Ji Hanshuang had no injuries.

However, there were nine people from the Mo tribe on the field, and none of them were injured.

Mo Xue stared at Chen Shaofan with hatred on her face, and roared angrily: "You brute dares to kill my fiancé, I will definitely break your body into ten thousand pieces today!"

When Chen Shaofan heard this, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing an arrogant and uninhibited look: "You want to kill me? If you don't want to accompany your husband Zhang Hangyi, just obediently jump out of the ring and admit defeat!"

"Little beast, it must be you who died today!" Mo Xue said through gritted teeth.

Chen Shaofan didn't speak again, and stood there with a mocking look on his face.

"Mole ant, I'll make you pay for it in a while!" Mo Yuyu, who had not spoken all this time, suddenly said coldly.

His tone was full of cold murderous intent.

In the individual ring competition just now, he also killed most of the young geniuses of the Ji clan in one move, and his strength was very strong.

Chen Shaofan still maintained a mocking expression, staring at Mo Qiyu.

Then, he retracted his gaze, looked at Ji Hanshuang and the other six seriously injured geniuses of the Ji clan and said, "Hanshuang, you take them down, leave it to me here, I alone is enough to defeat them!"

Chen Shaofan's words were full of domineering.

"Brother Chen......"

"You all go down, rest assured that I will win, and you will prepare a big gift for me at that time!" Chen Shaofan grinned.

(End of chapter)