Phew~

After the words fell, Mo Wuya's eyes suddenly turned cold.

The next moment, his whole body exploded with power, and a storm swept across, bringing up dust all over the sky.

Then, he clenched his palms tightly and struck Chu Yun with a heavy punch.

He punched hard and exploded with sound.

That powerful and heavy punch, like a mountain bearing down on the top, hit Ye Fan angrily in the direction of Ye Fan.

When Ye Fan saw this, he shook his head: "You still claim to be the son of the King of Fighters?"

"This boxing technique is too slow."

While chuckling, Ye Fan stepped forward, moved his body, and while strolling in the courtyard, he dodged Mo Wuya's attack.

Boom~

Only a muffled sound was heard.

The heavy fist landed on the ground, bringing up dust all over the sky.

Mo Wuya struck out with all his strength, but it fell into the air.

"You little bastard, don't be so proud."

"This is just the first punch."

"You relied on luck to escape."

"But what about the second punch and the third punch?"

"Do you really think you can have such good luck every time?"

Facing Mark's words, Mo Wuya was not angry at all.

He picked up his fist and punched Ye Fan again.

Bang bang bang~

After several punches in a row, they almost all exploded.

The fierce fist force shook the birds in the distant forest.

However, facing Mo Wuya's storm-like offensive, Ye Fan still smiled calmly.

In the storm, he stood with his hands behind his back and walked proudly.

Her pretty face was full of contempt and ridicule.

"Too slow."

"Did you not eat?"

....

"The strength is too different~"

"That's it, returning the son of the King of Fighters?"

.....

"With this little strength, do you dare to claim that you are the only one under the Zhu Kingdom?"

"It's just a joke after all~"

...

Mo Wuya's attacks were still raging crazily, but Ye Fan was walking through it like he was strolling in a garden.

I walked through thousands of flowers and not a single leaf touched me!

Moreover, while Ye Fan was dodging Mo Wuya's punch, he smiled lightly and kept commenting.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"If you talk nonsense again, I'll tear your dog's mouth apart~"

At this time, Mo Wuya naturally no longer had the calmness and calmness he had before.

His eyebrows were red and his face was stern, like a mad dog. He was cursing and beating wildly in the direction of Mark.

Now Wuya's heart is obviously confused and panicked.

Obviously every punch was aimed at Ye Fan's chest, but every time it missed by a hair, grazing the corner of Ye Fan's clothes and hitting the empty space.

It was obvious that he had thrown hundreds of punches, but not one of them hit Ye Fan.

"Why?"

"Why exactly?"

"Is my speed really too slow?"

"Am I really not strong enough?"

...

"No!"

"Impossible~"

"This junior must be talking nonsense!"

"I, Mo Wuya, am in all directions, how can I not even be able to deal with this unknown young man?"

There were gusts of punches in his ears, but Mo Wuya, who was in a hurry, was roaring in his heart.

Ishiye Ryuichi and the others next to him looked at it, and their expressions suddenly darkened.

Finally, worried, Shiye Ryuichi asked Mo Wuya: "Wuya, do you want me to help you?"

"No need, I am enough to kill him!"

"If you stay for a long time, there will be losses. I don't believe it. He can be so lucky every time?"

Mo Wuya still held on, gritting his teeth and roaring.

There was a bloody cold light in his eyes.
Chapter completed!