"I am the leader of the Batian Gang, Han Feng!"
One sentence immediately shocked the entire audience!
Unexpectedly, at this last moment, Han Feng finally arrived.
"Great, the boss is here!" Yuan Xiaobiao jumped up excitedly.
Wu Yufeng's pale and pretty face was also flushed with excitement at this moment.
Xie Jin, Qin Yan, Chu Yue and other members of the Batian Gang were all excited when they looked at the familiar figure on the ring.
As long as they see this figure, they will be inexplicably excited and at ease!
Han Feng's appearance immediately caused the whole audience to burst into uproar.
"Is this person Han Feng?"
"Hiss... This guy actually dares to come. Aren't you afraid that the Iron-Blooded Killers will beat him into a cripple?"
"This kid's tone is really loud. Is he going to challenge everyone here!"
…
In the intermediate martial arts arena, discussions arose one after another.
The members of the Iron Blood Society, the Feiyun Gang and the Iron Fist Alliance all stopped and suddenly stared at the figure on the ring.
Upon hearing the other party's domineering and extremely provocative words, the three leaders' eyes turned cold.
The long-faced young man narrowed his eyes and said quietly.
"This kid is here to die. Who among us will go up and deal with him?"
Before the white-faced young man and the coquettish woman could speak, a tall, slender young man with a stern appearance stood up behind the long-faced young man.
"Vice President, there's no point in killing a chicken with a butcher's knife. This guy is a newcomer to our Class 14. He doesn't know where he is, but he dares to provoke our Iron Blood Club. Let me go and improve his memory."
The long-faced young man heard this and nodded with a sneer.
"In that case, let Junior Brother Cheng come on stage and show off his skills."
The next moment, the tall and thin young man snorted coldly and jumped directly onto the ring, facing Han Feng from afar.
"Junior Brother Han, we meet again!"
Han Feng glanced at the person who came and felt that he looked familiar. After a moment of recall, he remembered this person.
The opponent was "Cheng Yu", the strongest among the intermediate disciples of Class 14.
Not long ago, Han Feng had not left the academy to perform his mission.
Cheng Yu then instructed the intermediate disciples of Class 14 to frame Chu Yue for stealing the talisman, and injured both Chu Yue and Xie Jin.
After Han Feng rescued the two of them, he secretly tested Cheng Yu, and Han Feng even fell slightly behind.
Without waiting for Han Feng to respond, Cheng Yu continued to sneer.
"Haha... Junior Brother Han is so bold that he wants to challenge three of our intermediate organizations by himself. Cheng really admires him, but I don't know if Junior Brother Han's strength is as strong as yours.
But don't be like Xie Jin, who overestimated his own abilities and had his legs broken by me, unable to even stand up. "
Cheng Yu said, looking at Xie Jin who was being supported by Chu Yue under the ring, his eyes full of ridicule.
"Cheng Yu...!"
Xie Jin couldn't help but clenched his fists and his face turned red.
Previously, in order to avenge the people of Batian Gang, he also made a fight with the opponent in this arena. His opponent was Cheng Yu.
Even though Xie Jin tried his best, he was still defeated by the opponent and his right leg was broken.
On the ring, Han Feng's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard Cheng Yu's words. He looked back at Xie Jin's right leg that was splinted, and his face gradually turned cold.
Slowly looked back at Cheng Yudao.
"Are you sure you want to fight on behalf of the Iron-Blooded Club?"
Cheng Yu sneered.
"Why, Junior Brother Han is afraid now?"
Han Feng curled his lips and flicked the cigarette in his hand, causing sparks to fly and hit the opponent's eyes directly.
Cheng Yu was startled and subconsciously waved away Mars, but the next moment, a figure appeared in front of him.
Han Feng's big hand was as fast as lightning and grabbed Cheng Yu's neck directly.
Cheng Yu's pupils shrank, he used his body skills, and suddenly pushed back, while raising his hand to parry Han Feng.
However, Han Feng's speed was completely beyond Cheng Yu's imagination.
He raised his hand to only block an afterimage, and the opponent's big hand instantly appeared in front of his neck, tightening like an iron hoop.
Cheng Yu's reaction was also extremely fast. In an instant, he activated his spiritual energy, and the yellow light around his body shone brightly. The powerful cultivation level of Chen level six stars was undoubtedly revealed.
The next moment, Cheng Yu had already condensed a thick layer of spiritual armor on his body to prevent him from being injured by Han Feng.
However, when Han Feng's big hand grabbed Cheng Yu's neck, his palm tightened.
"boom……!"
There was only an explosion, and Cheng Yu's spiritual armor, filled with a rich earth-attribute aura, exploded.
Han Feng grabbed his neck directly with his big hand. The terrifying force made Cheng Yu feel his neck bones cracking and his throat felt hot, as if he was going to explode!
He couldn't help but open his mouth wide and his eyes widened.
"Well……!"
The next moment, Cheng Yu was lifted up by Han Feng with one hand and his feet were off the ground.
He made a painful "drink" sound from his mouth and subconsciously waved his hand to attack Han Feng.
However, before he could take action, Han Feng raised his right leg, as fast as lightning, and kicked Cheng Yu directly on both knees.
"Crack, click, click..." Two tooth-grinding sounds were heard, accompanied by Cheng Yu's shrill scream.
Han Feng followed up with another kick, directly hitting the opponent's chest.
"Bang...!"
Cheng Yu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body was like a cannonball. He was shot straight down the ring and passed out on the spot.
Han Feng glanced coldly at Cheng Yu who fell to the ground and said in a cold voice.
"You must feel the pain my brother has endured. Besides, you are not qualified to fight me!"
…
For a moment, the whole place was silent.
From the moment Han Feng made his move until Cheng Yu was knocked off the ring, the whole process took no more than one breath.
In the blink of an eye, Cheng Yu's legs were broken and he fainted under the ring.
This scene severely stirred the nerves of everyone present.
You know, Cheng Yu is a Chen-level six-star spiritual warrior. Even among the powerful intermediate disciples, he is definitely at the middle level.
But at this time, he was "instantly killed" by Han Feng!
Even the leaders of the three parties of the Iron Blood Society, the two young men and the coquettish woman, all had their pupils shrunk, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.
The next moment, Han Feng on the stage glanced at the three of them coldly.
“Are the Iron Blood Society, Feiyun Gang, and Iron Fist Alliance just this kind of garbage?
Who else dares to come up and fight? "
Han Feng's words made the three parties change their colors. This was completely naked humiliation!
"Hmph, you arrogant and ignorant guy, I'll deal with you!"
A big man from the Iron Fist League roared angrily and leapt directly towards the ring.
When Han Feng saw this, he snorted coldly, raised his hand and punched out.
"boom……!"
The fist came out like a mountain, and a fist seal filled with spiritual light shot out of the air and hit the big man!
The big man's eyes were focused, and he also blasted out an astonishing fist seal, and faced it!
"Bang...!"
The two fist seals clashed in the air. Han Feng's fist seal instantly crushed the opponent's concentrated fist power and directly bombarded the big man's chest.
"boom……!"
"puff……!"
Before the big man's feet even touched the ring, he was knocked backwards and vomited blood, and rolled off the ring.
Han Feng sneered disdainfully.
"Is this the fist of the Iron Fist Alliance? It's too soft! Too weak!
Is there anyone else who can fight? Let’s all fight together! "
Han Feng stood on the ring and looked at the three major organizations with an arrogant look, his eyes full of contempt and disdain!
Faced with Han Feng's ruthless ridicule and suppression, the members of these three intermediate organizations were completely furious. There were shouts and shouts from their respective teams.
"you wanna die!"
"I'll fight you!"
"I'll fight you too!"
…
One, two, or even several figures jumped up and attacked Han Feng directly on the ring.
Each of these people gritted their teeth, and their spiritual energy burst out. They all directly used their ability to press the bottom of the box, intending to defeat Han Feng in one fell swoop and save their face.
However, Han Feng in the ring was not afraid of the siege from the three parties.
There is no need to use the overlord gun in the arena, the strong and powerful spiritual power in the body surges like a tide.
As Han Feng's fists struck in all directions, a series of shockingly powerful fist seals swept out, like a strong wind rolling down leaves!
"Boom boom boom...!"
In the arena, all that could be heard was the roar of thunder.
One after another figures had just jumped onto the ring, and before they had time to get close to Han Feng, they were instantly crushed by the violent fist marks and flew out screaming!
