Destined Martial Lord

The smoke and dust dispersed, revealing two disproportionate figures.

Song Jingcai was tall and sturdy, standing there like a vicious beast in human form. His arms were thicker than Ye Fan's thighs, and his fists were like a huge sandbag.

Ye Fan looked even thinner in front of him, like a baby standing in front of an adult. He looked as if he would collapse at any moment, but he was still as straight as before.

At this moment, whether it was the inner or outer court disciples, all the disciples of the Profound Sky Sect that were spectating had their mouths wide open. They ought to be able to put down an egg, and their eyes were almost popping out.

This was because the scene in front of them was completely shocking!

Who was Song Jin?

Even though he wasn't the strongest disciple in the sect, no one dared to call him number two in terms of strength. He was publicly recognized as the strongest disciple in the sect!

Song Jingjing had a strong physique and was naturally born with godly strength. It was said that he could destroy stones with a single punch before he cultivated, and after awakening his fifth grade Battle-Soul Diamond Battle Soul, his strength would skyrocket!

Moreover, he practiced a cultivation technique that was purely based on strength and physique. Therefore, it could be said that his body's strength had reached an extremely terrifying level!

However, the scene of Zhongye Fan being defeated by a single punch never appeared. The two figures were still as straight as before.

Ye Fan blocked Song Jin's punch, preventing his fist from advancing any further.

And if Ye Fan had simply blocked this punch, he definitely wouldn't have caused everyone to lose their composure like this. The way Ye Fan had blocked Song Jin's fist was simply too unbelievable!

One finger!

Ye Fan only used a single finger to block Song Jingjing's huge fist, preventing it from moving forward even a little!

"Can I take one of your punches?"

Ye Fan looked disdainfully at Song Jin as he asked in a soft voice.

At this moment, it was as if someone had slapped Song Kong hard on the face. His face was burning.

What he was most proud of was his strength, and it was also because of his tyrannical strength that he was able to become an inner sect's elite disciple, fighting so hard that opponents who were stronger than him could only concede.

But now, his fist was blocked by an outer disciple like Ye Fan with a single finger. How could he believe this!

"NO!" This is not true! You must have used some sort of deceptive trick! "

Song Jingjing could not accept this outcome. He quickly waved his fists again, and each of his punches shot out like a cannonball.

Boom! * Boom! * Boom! *

Ye Fan stood there majestically without moving. He used his finger to constantly shake it, blocking all of Song Jin's attacks!

"Inner court elite?" Hehe … "It's nothing more than that!"

Ye Fan suddenly smiled, and with a flick of his finger, he struck Song Jinggang's fist.

BOOM!

Song Kong's figure suddenly flew out and crashed into a white jade sculpture. The sculpture was smashed into smithereens, and his entire body was dyed white.

"No way!" Just how much strength does this bullet have?! "

"Are my eyes playing tricks on me? Did Ye Fan just casually send Song Jin flying?"

"That Song Jingjing couldn't be fake right!"

"This... Is this even something a human can do? "

Ye Fan's hand once again refreshed the surrounding disciples' view. All of them looked at Ye Fan as if he were a monster.

Song Jin was already considered a monster in their eyes, but Ye Fan was even more of a monster than him. There was no one more monstrous than him, only more monstrous!

"Wow, wow, wow!"

Song Jingjing crawled up from the ground, crying out in anger. Golden rays of light rose up from his body, turning his skin golden!

Diamond battle spirit!

"King Kong Tyrant Fist!"

Song Jin let out a furious roar. His body expanded by half again, and like a raging bull, he charged towards Ye Fan, bringing with him a powerful tempest!

"He really is a big fool. Even now, he still doesn't understand the difference between us!"

Ye Fan coldly said. His figure suddenly disappeared just as Song Jingjing was about to come into contact with his body. In the next moment, he appeared on top of Song Jin's head and stomped down!

"Die!"

Song Jin let out a furious roar and punched at Ye Fan's feet with all his strength, sending out a beam of golden light!

BOOM!

Small sword energies rapidly circulated under Ye Fan's feet, slicing the golden pillar of light into countless tiny fragments. It was as if the pillar of light had been crushed by Ye Fan's stomp!

At this moment, Ye Fan was like a deity descending to the mortal world!

Rumble …

When Ye Fan's foot landed on Song Jingjing's fist, the ground beneath Song Jingheng's feet suddenly shattered. His pair of long legs sunk into the ground, and a layer of earth directly buried itself around his waist!

"That's better. I'm not used to looking up and talking to people."

Ye Fan's body flipped and landed on the ground. He looked at the half-buried Song Jingjing, whose height was about the same as his, and said.

"You …"

Song Kong's eyes were wide open, he wanted to curse out loud.

Pow!

Ye Fan directly slapped Song Jin's face, sending his molars flying. His face quickly swelled up like a steamed bun!

"Ye Fan, you …"

"I …"

Pow! Pow! "Pa!"

Ye Fan directly brandished the bow left and right, repeatedly slapping Song Jingjing's face with his palm. Very quickly, Song Jingjing's face changed shape.

"Sigh …" I didn't say anything about how you were going to fight back! "

After a moment, Song Jingjing spoke with an extremely wronged tone. His face had long since turned into a pig's head, and even his voice was muffled.

"I'm trying to convince people with my own strength. Are you convinced?"

Ye Fan looked at Song Kong and asked.