In the gymnasium, even people who don't understand Kung Fu can see the situation in the stadium.
As a black belt fifth-level master, Ling Ao tried his best to do all his best, but he didn't even touch the corner of Ye Fan's clothes.
Such a huge power gap is really incredible!
Lu Minghui and the others, no longer had the arrogance they had before, one by one, their heads downcast, like frosted eggplants, and they did not dare to continue clamoring.
At first, they thought Ye Fan was a pretending offender, but now they are beaten mercilessly.
The coaches in the Taekwondo Gym were even more surprised.
You know, Ling Ao often played against the master of the gymnasium, Park Xuanzhen, but even Park Xuanzhen of the seventh stage of the underworld, it is impossible for him to be as easy as Ye Fan, and he simply played Ling Ao in the applause.
For a time, everyone had a question in their hearts—
Who is Ye Fan in front of him? !
At this moment, Ling Ao finally burst into a heartbreaking violent drink, saying that even if it was the price of his life, he had to see Ye Fan's strength with his own eyes.
Hearing that, Xi can die!
Even at a certain distance, Ye Fan could feel the will revealing from Ling Ao, and he was living towards death, not just talking!
Ling Ao's pious pursuit of martial arts surpassed Ye Fan's imagination and made him stand in awe.
"In that case, then I will fulfill you!"
As soon as the voice fell, Ye Fan stretched out his hands with his hands behind his back, straightened his chest, his spine straight as a sword.
The aura on his body has also changed drastically. He is no longer the ordinary person who was not good looking before, as if turned into a great pillar, unattainable, unattainable.
With his body as the center of the circle, a fierce coercion spread in all directions.
The group of onlookers around, as if they had been subjected to a fixation technique, they didn't have the strength to move their fingers.
And Ling Ao, who was in the center of coercion, was even more like an enemy, feeling the threat of death close at hand, his breathing was stagnant, and he made a defensive posture.
"boom!"
At this moment, Ye Fan's momentum changed again.
Domineering and unparalleled, looking at the world, like a high god, looking down on the common people, between gestures, revealing a majestic attitude, as if to sweep nine days and penetrate the world.
Immediately afterwards, he slowly raised his right fist, and the vitality in the entire gymnasium turned into invisible vitality dragons, rushing into his fist frantically, condensing the inner strength, agitated.
The next moment, Ye Fan smashed his right fist forward, without making any sonic boom, but as if sucking up the surrounding air, like a deep black hole.
"boom!"
Ye Fan's punching speed is not very fast, but he has locked Ling Ao's body energy, leaving him with nowhere to hide, no retreat.
This punch is majestic, heavy as a mountain, and vast as a sea!
It contains Ye Fan's martial arts spirit, I am invincible, swallowing thousands of miles with anger.
It seems simple and unpretentious, without any fancy, but in fact it is simple and simple.
As if the gods are driving the stars in the sky, they are dazzling and eclipses the world.
If the sky stops me, I will break the sky!
If the ground stops me, I will split the ground!
...
Caught off guard, Ling Ao had no chance of parrying him.
He only felt that in his field of vision, everything between heaven and earth had disappeared!
Only the punch that opened the world like Pangu!
It is so dazzling that even the sun and the moon can't compete with it.
Ling Ao even had an illusion, as if with this punch, not only his physical body would be completely shattered, but even his soul would be wiped out!
When did he think he was a wizard of heaven!
After only five or six years of exposure to Taekwondo, he has grown from a beginner to a master of the fifth dan of the underworld.
Not to mention that in China, even in Korea, it is rare and rare.
Only at this moment, after seeing Ye Fan's "understatement" punch, did he truly understand his insignificance and ignorance.
At the same time, he also understood that Ye Fan's previous statement of "only killing, not acting" was not pretending to be coercive, but telling the truth.
The gap between him and Ye Fan is like the gulf between a mortal and a god, which cannot be crossed at all.
However, Ye Fan was still merciful in the end.
Iron Fist stopped three inches away from Ling Aomian Gate, like a high-speed train suddenly stopped, looking very abrupt.
From another aspect, it also proved Ye Fan's powerful control over his body, and even such terrifying moves seemed to be easy to handle.
Although the fist did not touch Ling Ao, the meaning of killing and killing contained in it had already come out.
Punch, break the soul!
...
Looking into the distance, Ling Ao's eyes were dull, his pupils dilated, dumbfounded, as if turned into a stone statue, unable to move at all.
Seeing this weird scene, everyone around kept calling his name:
"Young Master Ling!"
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
But facing these calls, Ling Ao turned a deaf ear, as if lost his soul.
For a while, Yaque was silent in the venue, and the needle dropped, and the atmosphere became very strange.
Everyone's eyes fell on Ye Fan, full of fear, and stepped back subconsciously, as if he was some kind of monster.
After all, the strength that Ye Fan showed just now is too incredible!
Perceiving those strange gazes, Ye Fan's face didn't have any wave changes, Yuan Zhaoyue stood proudly.
The weak kill, the strong kill!
This is a truth that father Ye Nantian once taught him.
The warrior can be killed, but not his soul!
If your dantian is abolished and your limbs are broken, you can use the treasures of heaven and earth or medical methods to rejuvenate and set foot on the road of cultivation again!
But if the soul is broken, the energy of the whole body is exhausted, even if it is not dead, but it has completely lost its courage, and the strength may be difficult to improve!
The punch that Ye Fan had just robbed Ling Ao's mind, even though he left his hand in the end, it still dealt an unprecedented blow to him.
After a few more minutes, Ling Aocai's body was shocked, as if he had been shocked, he finally recovered.
He looked at Ye Fan in the distance, with a look of uncertainty in his eyes, and his whole body shuddered involuntarily.
Ling Ao knew well that at the last moment, if it were not for Ye Fan's hand to be merciful, he might be a corpse now.
"You... you are younger than me, how can you be so strong?"
Ling Ao's tone was full of incredible color, and he also asked the voice of everyone around him.
In the eyes of other Taekwondo gym coaches, even if they start practicing in the womb, it is impossible to reach this level at this age!
When Ye Fan heard the words, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he scanned everyone in the gym before finally falling on Ling Ao's body, saying every word:
"It's not that I am too strong, but you are too weak!"
...
"boom!"
These words exploded in the arena like thunder, causing tons of crit on Ling Ao's mind.
If someone else said this sentence, it would only make him dismissive, but now that Ye Fan said it, it made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness.
That's right!
It was true that he was too weak, even though he tried his best, he didn't touch Ye Fan's clothes.
Suddenly, Ling Ao's eyes were very sad, like the spirit of the whole body was hollowed out, and even doubted his persistence for the first time
He almost sacrificed all his spare time and devoted all his energy to practicing Taekwondo, but in the end it proved that his efforts were just useless!
What is the use of such an effort?
"Ling Ao, I can feel your enthusiasm for martial arts! But from the beginning, you have found the wrong direction, no matter how hard you try, you just go further and further down the wrong path!" Ye Fan said.
"Find the wrong direction?" Ling Ao asked puzzledly.
"Huaxia Kungfu is vast and profound, with a long history, and its subtlety is far beyond ordinary people's imagination! Why do you bother to learn about taekwondo that is not good for you? It's all gimmicky! I can guarantee that the same amount of time and energy is used. In Chinese martial arts, your current strength is definitely more than this!"
Hearing what Ye Fan said, Ling Ao's eyes lit up, as if opening the door to a new world.
At this moment, an angry humming sound came from behind everyone:
"Doesn't look good? Flashy? Huh... What a big tone! Brat, if you dare to criticize our martial arts in Korea, you will die!"
