The most powerful plant system

Chapter 297 The Power of One Punch

Won?

The old Douxiu who was about to watch Ye Feng's joke under the ring widened their eyes, gasping for breath.

Hey, this is too fast, the four vajra armies have to spend a lot of effort on them, but they can't survive a single blow under the young man's hands.

Even, they didn't even see clearly how the opponent made the sword. This kind of sword skill is jaw-dropping!

The female referee, who was a little displeased, also looked at Ye Feng in shock, realizing that she had made a mistake.

This young man had such tyrannical strength, no wonder he had to take his warning seriously.

The old man Niu got up from the ground staggeringly, looking at Ye Feng who was calm and breezy on the stage, he had a bitter smile on his face.

"Thank you fellow daoist for showing mercy just now."

He cupped his hands and said, this time he was really stumped, originally he wanted to bully the newcomer, but he didn't expect to encounter such a ruthless stubble.

Just now Ye Feng had obviously shown mercy. If he had not attacked him with his fingers just now, but had come with that saber force, he might have split him in half.

But with just one finger, one of his arms was crippled. This young man is really terrifying.

"Feng Ye wins. According to the rules of the martial arts hall, you can rest for half an hour before continuing to face your opponent."

The female referee flipped through the registration form, couldn't help but wrote down Ye Feng's name, and said.

This rule is to prevent wheel fights, which is beneficial to the fighting cultivators in the arena, but Ye Feng didn't spend much effort to defeat the old man just now, so he shook his head.

"Go on to the next one, who wants to come up?"

To be honest, Ye Feng was also a little surprised that he defeated a monk from the third heaven of yin and yang so easily. At this moment, his fighting spirit was boiling, and his eyes glanced at the fighting cultivators who were rushing to fight him just now.

Facing his sight, many people looked away, how could they have the courage to fight him?
The reason why they only pick newcomers to attack is precisely because their own strength is not high, and Ye Feng just defeated the not-so-weak old man Niu in just three or two hits, so where can he take advantage of it now?

"I come!"

The strong man who had just opened his mouth to mock Ye Feng shouted loudly, and jumped onto the ring with one step.

He was tall and burly, a full two meters high, and his muscles seemed to be poured with copper juice, revealing a primitive strength and beauty everywhere.

"Boy, it's not an easy task to split the solid four vajra armies into pieces with one knife. Not only does it require your knife to be of a high level, but you must also have a lot of strength, right?"

"You did a good fingering just now. It looks like a well-accomplished physique. In the narrow space of the arena, the puppet master is at a disadvantage against the superior physique. The old man Niu deserved his defeat."

The strong man talked eloquently, and everyone in the audience nodded their heads, only to hear him change the subject.

"But it's different when it comes to me. I'm in the line of physical training. Who is stronger than you today?"

He grinned, his face was not as fearful as others were towards Ye Feng.

The fighting cultivators in the audience suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the strong man dared to go up against the limelight. It turned out that he had seen the opponent's tricks and thought he had a chance of winning.

That's right, the strength of the body cultivation lineage is easy to see from the appearance. Compared with the strong man, the young man looks delicate and thin. I'm afraid it's really not his opponent to fight against each other.

Ye Feng looked at the strong man expressionlessly. This strong man did have a bit of eyesight. The reason why he smashed a few puppets just now was not because of the sharpness of Lieyang Dao, but by his own strength.

Things like puppets are said to be precise, but once they find a structural weakness, they are vulnerable to a single blow. Therefore, he just slapped the puppet with a little force with a knife, and shattered the puppet from the inside.

But the strong man was wrong about one thing. The brute force he used just now was not because he was a physical trainer, but because he was dealing with a few puppets, which was not worthy of his serious use of the sword.

Of course, there was no need to explain this to the strong man. As soon as the female referee announced the start of the game, the strong man roared and rushed up like a bear.

His body surface glowed with primordial radiance, and his stature swelled by nearly [-]% in an instant, the veins protruding from his muscles looked like horned dragons.

Whoa!
The strong man slapped his palm, the air fluctuated like a tide, and the vitality of the world gathered towards his palm.

Ye Feng stood on the spot, just glanced indifferently, lightly clenched his five fingers into a fist, and punched lightly.

Boom!

This is a collision of pure physical strength. The two people's figures look very different. Everyone thought that Ye Fengtang was acting like a cart, so he would definitely suffer a big loss.

Unexpectedly, the big fan-like palm of the strong man wrapped Ye Feng's much more delicate fist, but he felt an endless and ferocious force gushing out from it.

With almost no room to resist, his feet were suspended in the air, and he was sent flying out of the ring. He flew more than ten meters out of the ring, and fell heavily on the edge of the ring next door, which was printed into the wall, forming a "big" character .

The fighting cultivators in the audience were all stunned, and the female referee also covered her mouth lightly, even the audience who were watching the battle next door with great interest were dumbfounded.

Who is this, why did he fly over here?

Ye Feng withdrew his fist and looked at the strong man in the distance playfully.

His arm now has a huge strength of one hundred and eight thousand catties. Competing with him in strength, isn't it courting death?
Although the strong man flew far, his injuries were not serious, but the arm that had just received the fist was bruised and swollen, and he couldn't help shaking all the time.

"His grandma's, what did this kid eat to grow up? What kind of strength!"

He was so damned, since he was a child, he was considered to be extremely strong, and he had never suffered a disadvantage in melee combat since he started physical training.

How could he have imagined that he would be sent flying with just one punch today, and judging by the opponent's posture, he was clearly able to handle it with ease!

He walked back to his arena with a dark face in embarrassment, Ye Feng glanced at him.

"Do you still want to fight?"

"No more!"

The strong man gritted his teeth and said, although he was very unwilling, but the punch just now really scared him, this kid is a beast in human form!

"It's amazing strength."

The female referee looked at Ye Feng again, and added another victory to Ye Feng's score sheet.

At this time, due to the movement of punching the flying man just now, many audience members were attracted and looked at the stage curiously.

"Who is this? A nice face?"

"A new Douxiu? He's young, and seems to have pretty good strength."

The most indispensable thing in the martial arts hall is the idle guests. They spend nothing to do in the martial arts hall every day, and they are very excited every time a new fighting cultivator appears.

Ye Feng ignored the gradually increasing audience, put his hands behind his back, and waited for the next Dou Xiu to come on stage.

However, the two were instantly killed just now, and those old fighting cultivators who followed were completely terrified and did not dare to go on stage at all.

They became spectators instead, chatting with the spectators who had just arrived, waiting for the challenger to come to their door, curious about how successful this new fighting cultivator would be in his first battle.

(End of this chapter)