Super King of Soldiers in the City

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"king!"

"king!"

"king!"

"Invincible!"

"Invincible!"

"Invincible!"

Wang Fan's nearly wicked speed of winning streak immediately caught the attention of a small group of monks.

The monks all ran down to the No. 5 battle platform and screamed frantically at Wang Fan on the stage.

Their expressions are very excited, as if they witnessed the rise of a peerless strongman with their own eyes.

No way, Wang Fan's speed of defeating his opponent is too fast, only one punch each time. Up to now, there has never been an opponent that made Wang Fan blast his second punch.

Not only the monks present, but even the gladiator, also noticed Wang Fan on the fifth battle platform.

As the person in charge of the Nova Arena, they will naturally pay great attention to the strong monks who come here.

However, they only paid a little attention to Wang Fan, and did not pay much attention to it.

Because they have observed that none of the opponents that Wang Fan defeated is particularly powerful.

"With this king's strength, he can only get a fifteen-game winning streak at most, and send Hong up to end his winning percentage."

In one of the corners, a thin-eyed rosy nose monk pointed to Wang Fan, and said casually to a middle-aged man beside him.

"Yes, deacon." The middle-aged man did not talk nonsense, agreed, and quickly retreated to start the arrangement.

Although the best spirit stone in the arena is very profitable, it is not so good to win, unless you say that you win less, you can accept it if you know it well, or the strength is really against the sky.

Otherwise, once the wrestling field thinks that the spirit stone you won exceeds your own strength, it will send a strong man to intervene.

No matter how many games in a row, as long as it is ended, all your winning streak and all your glory will become a bubble. Not only can not take away a spirit stone, but also lose his life.

As for the monks watching, even if they support you before, but once you fail, they will also not know who you are.

Their cheers and applause only belong to those victors standing on the battle platform, as for the losers, haha ​​...

Wang Fan once again flew two opponents, and has easily won a 12-game winning streak. The cheers and cheers of the audience became higher, but he felt a little boring.

This level of opponent, he is really not interested.

He now even expects the strong to come up. Only by fighting the strong can he fully stimulate his potential.

Even if he wanted to gain a higher winning rate and gain attention and protection in the arena, Wang Fan didn't want to bully these weak people with one punch and one child as he does now.

"Twelve consecutive victories, twelve consecutive victories, congratulations to Wang for winning twelve consecutive victories!"

"There is an exciting piece of news to tell you, that is, our fifteen-game winning streak, Hong, who was on the 10th battlefield, and we want to challenge our current 12-game winning streak, the king."

"I don't know if you are looking forward to this battle, and whether our king will accept Hong's challenge."

The old man of the host once again fell on the battle platform, and his tone became excited.

His voice fell, and immediately caused more attention to the screams and cheers of the monk of Battlefield 5.

"look forward to!"

"look forward to!"

"flood!"

"flood!"

A red tide even appeared on some monks' faces, so excited they couldn't help themselves.

Hong, but the fifteen-game winning streak of the top 10 battle a few months ago, has some good popularity here. His appearance naturally aroused the excitement and expectation of those monks.

After all, everyone came to see the strong showdown.

Now you can see the newcomer king, the confrontation with the old strong Hong, naturally no one wants to miss.

The old man in charge saw the excited expressions of the monks, and a trace of satisfaction appeared on his face, and then looked at the king, "Dear King, do you want to accept the challenge and continue the thirteenth battle?"

Wang Fan nodded, "I accept."

The language is simple and powerful!

"King, invincible!"

"King, invincible!"

The following people screamed wildly when they heard what Wang Fan promised so simple. Especially those monks who admired Wang Fan extremely, fanaticism appeared in their eyes.

What they like is Wang Fan's directness and simplicity.

Whether it is fighting or speaking, it is simple and powerful.

"Here are the fifteen-game winning streak that we used to take the stage to join the fight." The old man shouted and retreated quickly.

The moment he retreated, a monk dressed in grey was already on the battle platform.

This man looks ordinary, and his body is not burly, but he is holding a sharp bronze barbed hammer in his hand, with a strong atmosphere around him, and his body is even more powerful.

Compared to Wang Fan's previous twelve opponents, this person must be at least several times more powerful.

"flood!"

"flood!"

Seeing this person appear, some monks below could not help tearing and screaming again.

However, Wang Fan saw this person, but couldn't help being disappointed, shook his head involuntarily.

Although this person is much stronger than the previous twelve people, he still doesn't see enough in his eyes.

Huh!

Woo!

Between Wang Fan's shaking his head, two harsh sounds suddenly came out, accompanied by a strong breaking wind, and I saw that Hong had already stepped on the ground, and the whole person rushed out like a dragon roaming out to sea.

Almost at the moment when he just rushed out, the sharp bronze thorn in his hand had already cut through the air diagonally, and the violent killing was rolled up and directed towards Wang Fan.

A striking hammer-shaped wave was lifted in the air. The hammer-shaped wave was like an indestructible blade, tearing the air, tearing everything, and tearing towards Wang Fan.

"flood!"

"flood!"

Seeing this scene, the following scream was louder and everyone became more excited.

Naturally, they are not blind people. Just by looking at Hong's shot, they already know that Hong is definitely not comparable to the twelve people in front.

"Although the rewards are tempting, they must be understood to accept them when they are good. If they are greedy, they can only hurt themselves. It's a pity."

Seeing this scene, the deaf deacon shook his head and whispered.

Wang Fan looked at the hammer-shaped waves rolling in the sky, still unmoved. Until those hammer-shaped waves appeared, he didn't rush out with a punch.

Seeing this scene, the monks below suddenly jumped in their hearts and even held their breath.

Previously, Wang Fan defeated twelve opponents with such a punch and easily won twelve consecutive victories.

Now, in contrast to the twelve men who are several times more powerful than Hong, Wang Fandu is still the punch.

They would like to know whether Wang Fan's punch will be as unfavorable as the previous twelve games when facing Hong.

In their contemplation, Wang Fan's fist style had been violently stirred on the hammer-shaped wave.

boom!

Boom Boom Boom!

A strong burst of noise came out, and at the moment when the two sides were intertwined, the hammer-shaped wave seemed to meet a nemesis and collapsed.

Just in a blink of an eye, the violent fist wind has torn apart all the hammer-shaped waves, and then violently stirred on Hong's body with a destructive gesture.

Huh!

Hong's whole person flew out, and Yin Hong's blood spattered like rain, falling heavily on the corner of the battle platform.

Another punch!

Wang, thirteen in a row!

The whole audience, dead at this moment!

King, unmatched!

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