Sunset Island!

In the competition venue!

The enthusiasm of the people in the audience for this competition has been greatly weakened because they all thought that Jiang Motian would win. The competition that was destined to be a long time ago, how can the audience be energetic?

Wu Lifan, the young master of Sunset Island, said to Zuo Feibai: "My father and others can't get there for a while. Should we stop this competition first?"

Zuo Feibai said without hesitation: "Wu Lifan, you must have some confidence in our ancestors. I promise you will definitely be shocked later..."

Bai Xiaorou pursed her moist lips and looked at Ye Chenfeng closely with her big eyes. She also knew the strength of Ye Chenfeng's body, so she sat in the audience with such peace of mind.

On the ring.

After the referee announced the start of the competition.

The gloomy smile on Jiang Motian's face became more and more intense. His palms suddenly clenched into fists. He could clearly feel the power gathered in his arms. His legs were slightly bent, like a compressed spring. His body was ready to rush towards Ye Chenfeng at any time.

After Ye Chenfeng inserted the Black Xuan Sword behind him under the ring, he immediately became much more relaxed after he left the Black Xuan Sword. Although he could no longer use spiritual energy and could not exert the ultimate speed, after losing the weight of the Black Xuan Sword, Ye Chenfeng believed that he could beat Jiang Motian in speed.

Jiang Motian looked at Ye Chenfeng with a calm face, and he became more and more angry. In his opinion, Ye Chenfeng was so capable of pretending to be b. He shouted: "Boy, I will give you no chance to breathe next, and I will send you directly to the Hall of Hell to report. Let you know that an ant like you can only be crushed to death."

Jiang Motian's bent feet kicked the ground suddenly, and he rushed towards Ye Chenfeng like a tiger. In three blinks, Jiang Motian's figure appeared in front of Ye Chenfeng. A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the right fist containing explosive power directly rushed towards Ye Chenfeng's face.

After seeing this scene, the people present shook their heads one by one.

"It's really boring. It seems that the boy from the second level of the Divine Thought Realm can't even stand up with one move. After all, the person from the third level of the Divine Thought Realm has enough physical strength to match the peak master of the first level of the Creation Realm."

"I lost thirty medium-grade spirit stones. I didn't expect that the boy from the second level of the Divine Thought Realm was so useless and had no strength. How could he be embarrassed when he came on stage!"

...

In a private room in the competition venue.

Song Haiyun, the Supreme Elder of the Sea God Temple. He looked at the scene on the ring and slowly picked up a teacup. He calmly took a sip of tea and said to himself: "It's all my expectations. After Jiang Motian put on the true spirit soft armor, that kid could not even take Jiang Motian's move."

Song Chunmei, who was standing beside Song Haiyun, nodded quickly and said, "As father, you said, that kid is just a jumping clown. Father, you don't have to focus on this kind of jumping clown."

"Yeah!" Song Haiyun responded casually.

...

On the ring.

Jiang Motian quickly approached Ye Chenfeng's face with his fierce right fist. He saw that Ye Chenfeng did not hide. He thought Ye Chenfeng had nowhere to hide. He sneered: "Boy, aren't you very powerful in the ruins of the Northern Desert? Aren't you very awesome in the Wu Mansion just now? But you are just a bed bug that can be pinched to death in front of me, Jiang Motian."

"Look at me to blow your head!"

Jiang Motian's right fist was powerful and approaching the air. The strong wind of his fist rubbing against the air blew on Ye Chenfeng's face.

The moment Jiang Motian's right fist was about to hit Ye Chenfeng's face, Ye Chenfeng's steps moved. His body quickly went to the side, and his speed far exceeded Jiang Motian. He easily avoided Jiang Motian's punch.

Seeing that he did not hit Ye Chenfeng with one punch, Jiang Motian immediately swung his second punch and the third punch...

But Ye Chenfeng could always easily avoid this punch, which made the audience a little excited. Now they knew why Ye Chenfeng dared to stand on the ring? It turned out that Ye Chenfeng was confident in his speed.

Wu Lifan, the young master of Sunset Island, was relieved and said, "Zuo Feibai, you must have known that our ancestors were extremely fast, right?"

Zuo Feibai smiled unanimously and said, "I have confidence in my ancestors, not because of my ancestors' speed."

Song Haiyun, who was originally calm in the private room, frowned and said, "It turns out that this kid is confident in his speed."

As for Jiang Motian who could not attack Ye Chenfeng on the ring, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead in a hurry, and he shouted: "Boy, are you really a man? Do you just hide like a turtle with your head-shrinking?"

Ye Chenfeng said indifferently: "From the beginning to the end, I didn't regard you as my opponent. You are not qualified enough. My opponent is your entire Yinming Sect."

Ye Chenfeng stood there with his feet, he was no longer avoiding him, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his right palm instantly clenched into a fist. The power in his entire right arm was already ready to go.

Of course, Jiang Motian would not miss this opportunity. He thought it was his provocation that had succeeded again. He was crazily accumulating energy in his body and swung his right fist at Ye Chenfeng again.

Ye Chenfeng's right fist also directly met Jiang Motian's right fist. Seeing that the two fists were about to collide, Jiang Motian laughed unscrupulously in his throat and shouted: "Boy, you are really just an extremely stupid person."

The people present in the audience saw that Ye Chenfeng actually chose to fight Jiang Motian head-on. They were very puzzled by Ye Chenfeng's approach. In their opinion, Ye Chenfeng should only have a slight advantage in speed. If Ye Chenfeng takes advantage of the speed, the result of this competition is really hard to say.

But now Ye Chenfeng is going to compete with Jiang Motian head-on to compete for physical strength? They also think that Ye Chenfeng was hit by Jiang Motian's aggressive method.

Wu Lifan, the young master of Sunset Island, his body suddenly tensed and said, "This is too unwise for my ancestors."

And Song Haiyun, the Supreme Elder of the Sea God Temple, who was sitting in the private room, showed a smile on his face and said, "Yes, Jiang Motian is still a little wise. This time that kid's luck is over."

Except for Zuo Feibai and Bai Xiaorou, everyone present thought that Ye Chenfeng's approach was a bit stupid.

There was a dull sound of "Bang!"

Ye Chenfeng and Zuo Feibai's fists bombarded each other, and Ye Chenfeng's face was still expressionless, and Jiang Motian's face, which was originally full of smile, suddenly stiffened. He only felt a huge force coming from Ye Chenfeng's fist, as if it was about to destroy his entire right arm.

"Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!——"

Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Jiang Motian's forehead, and the sound of bone breaking came from his right arm, and his body suddenly flew backwards toward the back.

Ye Chenfeng directly grabbed Jiang Motian's shoulder. He didn't let Jiang Motian fly backwards and said calmly: "I've said a long time ago that you are not qualified to be my opponent. My opponent is your entire Yinming Sect."

"Bang!Bang!Bang--"

"Click!Click!Click!—"

Ye Chenfeng's fists quickly hit Jiang Motian's chest. The bones in Jiang Motian's chest were quickly shattered. Blood continued to overflow from his mouth, his face turned pale, and he couldn't even say the word "give up" in his mouth.

Jiang Motian had a little fear in his eyes. At this moment, he didn't even have a trace of resistance in Ye Chenfeng's hand. He could only let Ye Chenfeng's fist fall on his body. His body felt the power of Ye Chenfeng's punches and punches. He could now be sure that Ye Chenfeng's physical strength was above him.

But, how is this possible?

Jiang Motian wore the True Spirit Soft Armor, so his physical strength was comparable to that of the peak master of the first level of the Creation Realm.

But Ye Chenfeng should not have anything like the true spirit soft armor on his body. How could Ye Chenfeng's physical strength be so strong?
Chapter completed!