"Okay, that's all."
Wang also stretched and patted his belly with a lazy look on his face.
"I can't take another bite."
With that said, he turned around and prepared to leave the ring.
"..."
Zhang Chulan watched Wang Ye's leaving figure in silence for a long time, and finally picked up the steamed buns on the plate and stuffed them into his mouth.
Wang Ye didn't look like he was joking with him just now. The road ahead might be more dangerous than he imagined.
So back off?
While chewing the steamed bun, he raised his head and looked at Sun Haoran outside the court.
The man looked at him with a smile, without any fear on his expression.
Yes, what else do the two of them have to fear?
To put it bluntly, they are just two orphans. They originally had nothing, but now they finally have something to pursue. How could they stop because of the illusory possibilities that others talk about?
So, as if he had made some kind of determination, Zhang Chulan began to crazily stuff steamed buns into his mouth.
He has not forgotten the content of his contest with Wang Ye. Of course, he must win this contest before he can move forward.
"well……"
Wang Ye sighed slightly as he listened to the sound of chewing from behind.
He already knew Zhang Chulan's decision, so he took steps towards the outside.
"Thank you, Taoist Master Wang, for your guidance."
"Eat slowly, don't hold on, no one will blame you if you save a little bit..."
Wang Ye waved his hand indifferently.
"Um……"
Zhang Chulan responded softly.
He knew that Wang was also reminding him that he did not have to hold on alone, because he was not alone.
"Hey, hey, why is the king leaving?"
There was a roar from the audience.
Not everyone's hearing is as good as some people's, so most people didn't know what happened in the venue. They only saw the two of them sitting down to eat steamed buns for no reason, without taking action, and finally watched Wang Ye get up. People turned around and left.
"Wang Ye! Where are you going?"
As the referee, Taoist priest Fude couldn't stand it anymore when he saw the situation on the court, "You really don't want to fight?"
"Do not hit."
Wang Ye yawned lazily, "Just watch, as long as this kid can eat more than me, he will win. Wow, I'm so tired. Eat and drink enough. Let's go back to sleep."
"You brat...why don't you be so casual..."
Fude held his forehead, and it seemed that this competition could be ended directly.
"What the hell is this!? The two of them just ate steamed buns on the court and decided the winner?"
"Yeah! Are you kidding!?"
"Shady story! Shady story! I want to report that there is a shady story!"
"Brother! Can you say a few words? This Chu Lan defeated Wang Ye without even fighting! Isn't it outrageous!?" Zhuge Bai was indignant.
No matter how he looked at Zhang Chulan, he didn't look like he could win against Wang Ye.
Then Wang also crushed his brother mercilessly in the last game, and now he is so perfunctory in this game? It's so unfair!
"Brother? What's wrong with you?"
However, when he turned to look at Zhuge Qing, he found that the other person just shook his head slightly.
"Okay, let's stop here...it's true that I lost."
Zhuge Qing looked at the leaving figure in the venue with some emotion.
Their Wuhou Qimen lost, completely defeated by Wang Ye's Fenghou Qimen. Not only that, he himself also lost, and he lost equally completely, both in terms of ability and layout.
"Go back, pack your things and leave..."
With that said, Zhuge Qing also turned and left.
"Huh? Brother! What's wrong?"
Zhuge Bai followed behind with a confused look on his face.
"Sigh... Longhu Mountain is going to be in chaos, and we won't have anything to do with it."
Zhuge Qing sighed.
During this trip to Longhu Mountain, I learned a lot of incredible things...
If possible, he would also like to stay and join in the fun, but no, he can't be as free and easy as these people with a dragster around him now.
Zhang Chulan left the last steamed bun and finally got up.
"Wang Ye versus Zhang Chulan, Zhang Chulan wins!"
Although a little helpless, there must be a winner in a competition, and the referee had no choice but to declare Zhang Chulan the winner.
"Next game, Feng Shayan versus Sun Haoran!"
In order to prevent the audience from rioting, he decisively announced the start of the next match, hoping to calm the restlessness in the audience.
"He's from the company again... isn't it another fake match?"
"Probably not. Sun Haoran has been defeated by his strength in the past few games, especially the last one. Wang Bing was in a terrible situation. I wonder if the Wang family will cause trouble for this kid?"
"To cause trouble for the company? Even if one of the ten members of the Wang family is in charge, it's not enough, right? And for the king? It's not like..."
"Whatever, this should be a good show anyway! People from the Feng family! I wonder if I can get to see one of the Eight Wonders of the Arts, 'Ju Ling Dispatch'!"
"I think it's a bit confusing. I heard that the eldest lady of the Feng family doesn't seem to be able to..."
"Tsk, it's really noisy."
Listening to the noisy voices in the audience, Feng Shayan jumped to the center of the ring angrily.
At this moment, the little Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain was still clearing away the plates left by Wang Ye and Zhang Chulan.
Just when the little Taoist priest was about to take away the plate left by Zhang Chulan, a hand stopped him.
"Taoist Master, wait a minute. Can you give me this steamed bun to fill my stomach? I've been tired and haven't eaten anything all night."
As he spoke, Sun Haoran smiled and picked up the last steamed bun on the plate.
"Uh, okay, if it's not enough... do you want me to get some more?" The little Taoist priest was stunned.
"No, no, thank you, Taoist Priest. The competition will begin soon. Please go outside first."
"Oh well."
"You're not going to compete with me in eating steamed buns, are you?"
Feng Shayan frowned as she looked at Sun Haoran holding the steamed bun in his hand.
This guy is indeed very annoying. When he is eating in the ring, he looks down on her!
"Ugh...how is that possible?"
Sun Haoran stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth two or three times, "Miss Feng, don't get me wrong, I'm really tired and haven't eaten anything all night. You don't want to fight an opponent who hasn't replenished your physical strength, right?"
"Stop talking nonsense, do you want to fight or not?"
Feng Shayan clenched her fists and waited for the referee's order.
"Fight, why not fight?"
Looking at Feng Shayan walking straight towards him, Sun Haoran had a smile on his face, raised his head and signaled to the referee that he was ready, "Referee! It's time to start!"
"Okay, Feng Shayan vs. Sun Haoran, the competition begins——"
"Whoosh——"
Before the referee's shout could finish, Sun Haoran heard a sound from behind.
"She is indeed a bad-tempered girl."
Turning his head slightly to avoid the fist, Sun Haoran smiled helplessly.
As he said that, he started running, moving at high speed in the direction of Feng Shayan. Although he did not use all his strength, he was still very fast, and he arrived in front of Feng Shayan in a few breaths.
"Take it, but don't let me knock you down with just one punch."
Sun Haoran smiled and shook his fist.
Because it was just a competition, he held back a little strength, but other than that, he didn't show much mercy, and smashed his fist straight towards the opponent's head.
You can’t hit a woman, you can’t even slap her in the face, you have to show mercy to her?
He doesn't care about this.
Because he knew that the people in front of him were similar to them, they were all poor people who were influenced by fate and were trying to resist fate.
It's a pity that Feng Shayan is not as lucky as him and Zhang Chulan. She doesn't even have the strength to resist fate.
But even so, she was still resisting. Although she seemed a little weak, she was able to escape the insult of someone who was trying her best.
She just wanted to have a good fight and let off some steam.
Sun Haoran didn't mind complying with such a small request.
"Well done!"
Facing the incoming fist, Feng Shayan also showed a smile on her face.
This is how it should be. Her impression of the man in front of her has changed slightly, but only a little.
Because she knew that although the man in front of her punched her vitals, he still retained his strength.
She had heard of the previous fight between this guy and the king... he could kill someone with one move. How could such a violent guy only have this little power?
However, she is not in a hurry, because in the competition, except for the huge difference in strength, no one will use their true skills against the enemy at the beginning. They usually test the depth first, which is the same for her now. As for why the king was killed in one move? She could only think that the guy was too weak to be tested by this man.
She ducked sideways to avoid the fist, and Feng Shayan immediately struck back.
Her fist was also directed towards the opponent's head, but the direction of the punch was towards the opponent's lower abdomen.
"boom."
A muffled sound sounded.
His fist hit Sun Haoran's palm and he retracted it.
"!"
Seeing that her move was unsuccessful, Feng Shayan retreated decisively and distanced herself, "You guys, you have very quick reactions, don't you?"
"No, I just don't think Miss Feng is the kind of person who would really target and attack such a place." Sun Haoran put down the palm of his face and joked with a smile.
"you!"
Feng Shayan's face turned slightly red after hearing this.
Well, she really wouldn't really attack a place like that. After all, it's just a competition. She can't really kill off her descendants, right? But isn’t that the most important part of a man’s body? Is this guy not worried at all?
"Don't worry, no matter where you aim, you can't hit me."
Seeing that the other party was about to become angry from embarrassment, Sun Haoran put away the smile on his face and waved gently towards the other party, ready to add more anger.
"You don't sound too small?"
Feng Shayan laughed angrily after hearing this, "Then I won't hold back any more. If something unexpected happens, don't blame me then!"
"Don't worry, there will be no accidents."
Sun Haoran even closed his eyes.
"You guy!"
Feng Shayan's face suddenly turned gloomy when she looked at this guy, "I want to see where your confidence comes from!"
As she spoke, she waved her fist again.
There was a distance of several meters between the two, but with a burst of space fluctuations, her fist came to Sun Hao's head the next moment.
Her punches were difficult for ordinary people to catch, but this guy actually dared to close his eyes. She wanted to see how this guy could hide!
"Ah."
Sun Haoran smiled softly and turned his head to avoid the fist again.
The ability of the space system is indeed difficult to deal with.
This Feng Shayan's fist is indeed difficult to detect with the naked eye, but unfortunately, he relies not on his eyes, but on his perception.
Although it is said to be of the space system, the principle of Feng Shayan's attack method is very simple. It simply allows the body to shuttle freely within the visual range. To put it bluntly, it is to open two holes in the space so that the fist can reach the enemy from the distance of the visual range through the hole and knock down the enemy.
The final result is that you still have to 'hit' him to have any offensive power.
The action of 'hitting' is indispensable, and this action will inevitably cause movement.
At this moment, Sun Haoran, who closed his eyes, focused all his attention on the half-meter radius of his body. As long as there was the slightest movement in this range, he would immediately feel it, whether it was space fluctuations or the sound of fists waving, it would tell him. How to deal with the incoming punch.
Coupled with his reaction speed, which is far superior to ordinary people, this half-meter radius has become an absolute area where he can defend against all attacks within the reaction speed.
Feng Shayan's attack speed was not beyond his reaction range. After all, you can see that he even had the time to make large-scale dodge movements instead of blocking.
"Tsk..."
Bang-bang-bang-
After this punch failed, Feng Shayan refused to admit defeat and threw several punches again, but without exception, they were all dodged or received.
She didn't know why, but at this moment she always felt that fighting with this man seemed familiar?
Soon, she realized why this feeling was so familiar.
Because fighting this man now reminded her of the fight with Feng Baobao, that crazy woman.
That was a disgusting and terrifying intuition. When the woman was fighting, her eyes were never on her. Speaking of which, this was the reason why she hated Feng Baobao. She had her eyes open, but she seemed to be arrogant!
But there was nothing she could do against Feng Baobao, because the other party seemed to have seen through everything about her, and every punch she punched would lose its power for no reason. In short, it was very frustrating to fight with that woman.
But now facing this man, she felt the same way.
"Asshole, are you humiliating me?"
After recalling what it felt like, Feng Shayan clenched her fists and swung it out again.
"Humiliation? No, you misunderstood, Miss Feng, we all respect you. As for Sister Bao'er...she just has a more out-of-the-box thinking. I hope you don't take it to heart."
Sun Haoran heard the sound and opened his eyes. He looked at the fist coming straight towards his face and helplessly raised his hand to block it.
He didn't even think about attacking anymore and just hit where he wanted to hit. This was typical of being blinded by anger, but it wasn't enough.
"We are aware of your situation, and although we sympathize with it, we have never meant to look down upon you."
"You know!? What do you know!?"
Feng Shayan became even more angry after hearing these words.
No one has ever understood her, not even her father, let alone these outsiders!
"What do you guys know about me!?"
Punch, keep punching, punch desperately.
Angry fists were punched out again and again, as if he was venting something.
And for some reason, the man on the opposite side no longer dodges from just now, but takes every punch seriously. The afterimage formed by the arms moving rapidly around the body seems to be impossible to break through no matter what.
