Many people around the stands were shocked when they saw this scene.
An experienced veteran in the fighting arena was kicked off the stage by a novice so easily.
Someone glanced at Ye Ran and chuckled: "This little guy is not bad, he didn't fall for it."
"Indeed, he has rich combat experience and his combat power is not weak."
"You can reach the level of a quasi-martial artist at this age. How can you be a mediocre person? It's normal to have such combat power."
The people in the stands smiled and looked away at others.
Every day in the fighting arena, there would be a few newcomers who were pretty good, but they were just OK and not enough to make them care too much.
After defeating the skinny middle-aged man, Ye Ran walked off the fighting stage.
The referee gave the thin middle-aged man the thousand yuan he had bet and gave him a green wristband at the same time.
This wristband is no different from the previous one. The only difference may be that there is an extra number "one" on it.
Ye Ran looked at it, a little confused.
The referee said expressionlessly: "This one represents the victory. As the number of wins increases, the losses will be cleared directly."
"If you reach ten consecutive wins, you can get an additional five thousand yuan as a fighting arena reward."
"Five thousand?"
Ye Ran's heart moved slightly. Five thousand was enough for him to win five times.
He stepped onto the fighting ring again and began to wait.
Not long after, another young man in his early twenties came onto the stage.
The young man seemed quite happy and proud, glancing at the green wristband with four written on his wrist from time to time.
Then he looked at Ye Ran and said with a gentle smile: "I'll attack with all my strength later, otherwise I'm afraid of accidentally hurting you."
"good!"
Ye Ran nodded seriously.
The next moment.
The two set off at the same time, rushing towards each other.
then.
The young man felt dizzy for a while. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had been knocked off the fighting platform.
After he was stunned for a moment, he looked at the wristband with four written on his wrist with a blank look on his face.
Didn’t I win four games in a row?
Why, how come...it's down now?
The referee next to him looked at Ye Ran on the stage in shock.
Hell, someone who can win four consecutive victories is considered not weak among quasi-martialists, yet he was defeated by this kid with just one move.
And the power was controlled so well that it didn't hurt this confused little fool at all, which meant that he still had some energy left!
He suppressed his shock and expressionlessly replaced the wrist guards for Ye Ran who came down again.
Ye Ran came on stage again and waited.
The young man just now had a very gentle attitude and had no grudges. He would naturally not hurt the other person.
Next, two more people came to challenge one after another.
But without exception, they didn't survive a single move.
Then both of them were confused and doubtful about life. Like the young man who lost not long ago, they squatted outside the No. 6 fighting arena where Ye Ran was.
He didn't even go up to the stands, he just squatted like that. He must find out the reason why he lost so completely.
Without it.
Although they cannot be called top-level quasi-martialists, they are not newbies in the fighting arena. They have never seen quasi-martialists of any strength.
But he was kicked off the stage without even seeing it clearly, which is really a bit outrageous.
There are big screens in the fighting arena.
There were three people squatting stupidly on the No. 6 fighting platform, and they quickly attracted attention.
In the stands, someone looked at Ye Ran with surprise on their faces.
"Isn't this the little guy just now, winning four consecutive games so quickly?"
The other person also straightened his back slightly, "It's interesting. It seems very possible that he has the strength of a top-notch quasi-warrior, otherwise it would be difficult to win so quickly."
The top quasi-martial artist refers to a quasi-martial artist with at least 95 health points.
"Now there is a top-level quasi-warrior with five consecutive victories. He has already gone to find this little guy. What do you think? Do you want to go take a look and place a bet?" someone next to him suggested.
"Forget it, don't worry, he's just a quasi-warrior, even a talented young man with good potential..."
The person who just spoke shook his head, mid-sentence.
Suddenly a slightly startled voice came from the side, "Win!"
"The boy on the fighting stage No. 6 won again, this time he defeated him with one move!"
Hearing this, several people were shocked, and then quickly got up and rushed to the No. 6 fighting stage.
And when they arrived, their pupils couldn't help but shrink.
Under the ring, the referee was replacing the boy's wristband. At this time, the number on the wristband had changed to seven.
Seven consecutive wins!
In just two or three minutes, the boy actually defeated two more people!
This scene was shown on the big screen and caused an uproar.
Although the main attraction of the Heisan Fighting Arena is the battles between warriors, there are also many quasi-martialists, occupying one-third of the venue.
The sudden appearance of such a menacing newcomer immediately attracted a lot of attention.
Even in the exclusive room at the highest point of the stand, there was the sound of footsteps, as if someone was walking out.
Ye Ran took the wristband and couldn't help but frown when he heard the people around him talking about him.
"How do they know I'm young, only seventeen or eighteen years old?"
When he tested Qi and blood before, he used a Qi and blood detector, not a Qi and blood warehouse. Logically speaking, age information cannot be measured.
"You exposed yourself." the referee said meaningfully.
"I exposed myself..."
Ye Ran's expression suddenly changed, "The voice, right? I forgot to cover up the voice, but the voice can be imitated. How can they be so sure that I'm not old?"
"Of course it's more than just the sound."
The referee paused, stared at his hood, and said with a strange expression: "The Ultraman hood is so conspicuous, even a person can guess how old you are."
"wipe!"
Ye Ran looked embarrassed and quickly returned to the ring.
At this time, a fat man with a fleshy face and a height of two meters jumped on the stage, smiled ferociously at him and said: "You brat, come here and die, and give grandpa an eight-game winning streak!"
Ye Ran squinted his eyes, a bit of evil flashing in his eyes.
The people around him were all shocked when they saw this fat man.
"Big Fatty Su is actually this vicious person!"
"This guy has the strength of a peak quasi-warrior, and his attacks are brutal, either maiming or injuring him. This young man is in trouble!"
"Yes, this young man is merciless. Even if he is strong, he is no match for such a villain."
Suddenly, more and more people gathered around.
At this time, in the highest room of the fighting arena, a middle-aged man wearing a dark golden mask slowly walked to the railing of the stands.
He cast his eyes with interest.
Someone happened to look up and saw the dark gold mask, and suddenly lost his voice: "Master of the fighting arena!"
Hearing this shout, everyone was shocked. They didn't even care about the battle that was about to begin on the ring, and all looked upward.
The master of the fighting arena is a strong martial artist who is rarely seen in person.
It actually came out this time.
"Master of the fighting arena?"
Ye Ran's heart moved slightly and he raised his head and glanced above.
Seeing this, the fat man opposite had a serious look on his face, "Fuck your mother, you bastard, you dare to be distracted, see if I don't peel off your skin so that your mother won't recognize you!"
Hearing this, Ye Ran's face turned gloomy.
His taboo is that some people say that his parents are no longer alive!
