Chapter 38: Punch the audience

Chapter Three and Eight
After Xiao Fan left, the mad wolf expression was complicated. He probably could see that Xiao Fan's cultivation was only in the middle of the King of War. However, Xiao Fan's indifference made him very puzzled.
Fight five games a day, not to mention the middle of the king, even the peak of the king, it may also be dragged down.
After all, the opponents in these five battles were not decided in advance, but arranged temporarily.
In order to maximize the observability of the battle, the Battlefield of Life and Death will arrange opponents with similar strengths, unless Xiao Fan has countless cards, and every battle can change tricks.
Moreover, in the end, it is not necessary to arrange only opponents of the same level. It is very likely that there will be masters in the late War King or even the peak of War King.
"Is he really looking for death?" Crazy Wolf thought in his heart, every time he encounters an enemy, he will analyze the opponent's strength for the first time.
It was precisely because of his observation that he was able to win ninety-one games in a row. However, Xiao Fan was the first person he could not see through.
Xiao Fan left Yunlai Inn and did not go to the Battlefield of Life and Death for the first time, but wandered around in Lihuo Didu.
After coming for several days, I haven't gotten familiar with the environment of Lihuo Imperial Capital.
At noon, Xiao Fan walked towards the battlefield of life and death, found a secret place, and changed into ghost costume.
Just entering the battle of life and death, the waitress named Xiaoling greeted him with a respectful smile on her face: "Mr. Ghost, the battle of life and death number three is ready, and there is still half a cup of tea to start the first life and death battle. , Do you need to prepare?"
"Take me straight over." Xiao Fan waved his hand and said, what else can be prepared in half a cup of tea, can it make the cultivation base go further?
Besides, he came under the pressure of time, just didn't want to waste time here.
It was still the third arena. Through the iron gate, Xiao Fan unexpectedly discovered that there are many more spectators today than yesterday.
"Mr. Ghost, people know that you are going to fight five games in a row today, and they are all coming to watch your battle." Xiaoling said with a grin.
"Come and see how I died?" Xiao Fan said strangely.
Xiao Ling's face was awkward when she heard the words, her head lowered and she didn't know what to say.
"Well, I'm just kidding you." Xiao Fan waved his hand.
Not long after, the host's voice sounded again. This time, when introducing the "Ghost", there were more words to add to the killing of the golden robe yesterday, which is undoubtedly a big selling point.
Soon, the host reported the word ghost, and Xiao Fan calmly walked towards the battlefield of life and death.
Opposite Xiao Fan, stood a burly man wearing a black armor and a black helmet. Even if he was wrapped in the armor, he could feel his explosive muscles.
This burly man also has a code name-Hercules, this name matches his body shape very well.
"Boy, I heard that you won a match yesterday. Did you win a weak kid?" Hercules' mid-stage full voice sounded, full of gunpowder.
Xiao Fan didn't say a word, he didn't mean to strike up a conversation at all. On the stage of life and death, there was no point in the battle of words.
Seeing Xiao Fan ignored him, the Hercules was immediately furious. When the host announced the start of the battle, the Hercules leaped high, his violent spirit power bloomed, and the space seemed to tremble.
"boom!"
A violent punch came straight at Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan's body was like a Qingyan, flying upside down, all the domineering slammed on the battlefield of life and death, the whole battlefield seemed to shake.
"As expected to be a Hercules, the strength is really not normal." Xiao Fan thought to himself, "Unfortunately, the strength of the early battle king, even my clothes can't touch it."
"Boy, there is a kind of don't run, take another blow!" The Hercules roared, his body shot out, breaking through the King of War Realm, even if the speed was slow, it was not comparable to Zongzong.
The fist was like the wind, and the Hercules descended like a tiger, blasting at Xiao Fan with one punch and one punch, his soul power turned into a huge box of fists to cover the void.
Xiao Fan kept dodging, just as he said, the other party couldn't even touch his clothes.
"What run? Is there a battle? Where did the strength yesterday go?"
"Yes, grandma's, I only know what hiding is like."
"With such strength, I dare to fight five consecutive games. Is this underestimating the world? It's really looking for death!"
The crowd suddenly became furious. Compared to offensive and defensive battles, they were more enthusiastic about fighting fist to the flesh and blood in the palm of the hand.
"Boy, you are nothing more than that, a complete coward!" The Hercules also took the opportunity to stir Xiao Fan's nerves.
"Do you want to fight head-on?" There was a strange arc in the corner of Xiao Fan's mouth.
It's not that he was afraid of the attack of the Hercules, but was feeling the strength of the Hercules. Now, his sword, fist and sword are all at the second level.
Life and death is a good opportunity to break through the third position, how could he miss it?
As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Fan kicked his feet like an arrow from the string, blasting towards the Hercules, hunting and hunting like a meteor.
"Finally can't help it?" The Hercules grinned grimly, and then roared: "Fist of the Earth!"
Huhu! On the life-and-death battle stage, black hurricanes were set off, and an icy chill swept away. The black hurricanes condensed into a huge black fist, smashing towards Xiao Fan.
Above the head of the Hercules, a huge black hammer appeared, it was the Sixth Rank Battle Soul Profound Thunder Hammer, intertwined with black thunder and lightning, filled with a terrifying force.
Even Xiao Fan had to admit that a sixth-rank war soul owner was able to exert such great power, and his talent was not low.
Unfortunately, I met Xiao Fan!
"King Kong Fist!"
Xiao Fan let out a soft drink, and his soul power surged toward his fist. A golden fist gang was condensed and formed, and the fist gang was not big. Compared with the black fist gang, it was like a small witch.
This punch was exactly the Sixth-Rank Combat Skill that Xiao Fan learned from Fatty. Xiao Fan had already practiced this sixth-Rank Combat Skill to the pinnacle, but he rarely used it.
"Die me!" The Hercules roared, and the two fists suddenly collided.
boom!
The space trembled, as if torn apart, the violent spirit power swept in all directions, and the water in the river around the battle platform splashed.
Who wins and who loses?
The crowd held their breath and stared at the platform. After a short while, the platform finally returned to calm.
Click! The sound of the armor falling, the crowd took a deep breath, and looked at the top of the battle platform in horror, only to see the Hercules standing on the spot, his chest facing each other.
"How come?" The Hercules fell to the ground with a thud unwillingly.
Those who had satirized Xiao Fan before, closed their mouths, and this punch completely shocked the audience. No one had thought that a person who was good at speed would have such terrifying power.
"It's still not enough." Xiao Fan shook his head. Although the strong man's punch is strong, it is still only the second punch, and there is no pressure on him at all, let alone let him realize the third punch.
After a long time, Xiao Fan slowly raised his hand and stretched out a finger. After three breaths, he stretched out another finger, and one became two.
"Is this the second game in a row? No rest?" The crowd looked at Xiao Fan in surprise, their scalp numb.