Fast! It's so fast!

When Yang Fan's beast-type mecha started to move, this was the only amazement for everyone present.

Even in the eyes of these people who can easily see the trajectory of the bullet, Yang Fan's movements are still so fast...

If Yang Fan's movement power in the human-shaped mecha form has just reached a level that is indistinguishable, then he can maintain that kind of action power in his current form.

In the eyes of everyone, his figure was faster than lightning. He stayed in place for the last moment, and appeared in front of someone in the next moment. His beast claws raised and his target flew backwards. In the next moment, another person was...

These scenes are connected, as if they are playing slides. Every two pictures are vaguely separated by a period of time, but in fact, they are completely continuous. Yang Fan's impact seems to have crossed time and space, and has reached a level that even the division-level masters cannot understand.

Could it be... he is really a domain general, with his appearance and performance that is no different from that of ordinary people, but he has transformed all domain-level abilities into domain generals with speed?

Some people stood in a circle of people, and some flew backwards incredible ways. The attack that was almost above lightning was unable to resist, so they could only let Yang Fan rage.

It took only one second. All forty or fifty people present had been hit by Yang Fan at least once. Some used claws, some used mouths, and some used heads.

Yang Fan's power was not very strong, but under such a high-speed charge that could bring out the impact of the sonic bomb, it would be heavy with a slight touch, not to mention this deliberate blow.

Blood spitting out of the mouth, broken tendons and fractures are all light. Some of them are usually more "superficial" and have attracted the attention of Yang Fan. They are probably unable to wake up in a short period of time.

When Yang Fan's figure appeared steadily in the middle of the venue again, the people present had fallen down. Those who had not fallen were not able to stand, but were still in a state of being thrown away in the air and not falling back to the ground...

"Who else? Who else is not convinced?" Yang Fan's voice was not loud, and his tone was not high. It could be said that he was not domineering at all, but... it made a circle of people feel unprecedentedly palpitations.

No matter how loud an incompetent person shouts, it will be useless. A capable person can make the ground shake three times even if he farts.

No one in a circle dares to respond. This person is far from being able to match him. Even if the number of people is suppressed, it is meaningless in the face of the absolute speed of this person...

After so much, the people present finally gradually accepted this fact that they were not willing to accept, but there were still people who did not accept it.

The man who was nearly three meters long and holding a giant axe like a wheel was looking out in dust, and shouted wildly while killing Yang Fan: "Good boy, dare to be so arrogant, look at me..."

The person who spoke was the Fort Shiwu. This person spent a long time to drill out of the tree hole and didn't see Yang Fan's performance just now. It was predictable that he would make a big fuss as usual.

However, before he finished speaking, he could not continue to shout. Looking down from a high altitude, the radioactive encirclement formed by Yang Fan, the people who fell on the ground, and whether in the air or on the ground, those people were ready to die. Oh, no, the mourning eyes of their own return, no matter how thick the nerves of the Fort Shiwu should understand.

"How can it be..." The martial arts dean opened his eyes in horror, and he couldn't finish calling again. Yang Fan, who was originally a beast-shaped figure that was more than ten meters away, came to him like a ghost.

The Shiwu of Zhai tried to dodge, but when he forced himself to turn, he realized that the ghostly mecha was coming in this direction. His dodge was like he was hitting the other party's attack direction...

How is this possible?! Amid the incredible shouts of the Ten Martial Arts in the village, it suddenly collided like a sledgehammer. When he realized it, his eyes were dark again... He had fallen into the trunk again.

Crisis perception is like a heartbeat, it is a time to time. Of course, the frequency is very fast, and everyone is different, similar to a kind of soul resonance.

When the crisis comes, perception is activated, it is in a perceptible state most of the time, but this state cannot be maintained from beginning to end. Every time, it will create a tiny gap.

So if you want to deceive your perception, you can only predict the frequency of the gap, and after the first threatening attack, you will quickly launch a second attack in the next gap.

However, the more expert you are, the faster the frequency of perception and the shorter the gap time, the more difficult it is to seize the opportunity. In fact, after the military level, the flaws in that moment can almost be ignored.

Because the moment you launch an attack, it is enough for people to resonate and investigate several times!

However, all of this is meaningless under the Dayan Art.

Under the Dayan Art, what crisis perception senses is what it wants you to sense. Only when you avoid it according to your instinct will you find that your changes are just in line with the changes of the Dayan Art.

"Is there anyone else? Just talk!" He lightly stabbed the Ten Martial Arts of the Village into the trunk of the tree again, and Yang Fan fell back into the field and had a leisurely rest.

There should be no one again this time? While scanning, Yang Fan thought proudly, looking at the circle of people who were both depressed and helpless, and quickly organized measures in his mind, intending to use a tear-jerking and touching speech to let these people understand the ugliness of discrimination in ability...

But before he could clear his throat and speak, another voice rang out: "Who said there was no?"

Someone dared to explode the thorn? Yang Fan was furious and turned his leopard armor and rushed. He suddenly began to wonder, the sound seemed to be...

There was no need to seem like anything. In the direction of the leopard armor, the loli was holding a long stick in her hand. Although she was sleepy, her hands were not slow at all. She waved her rod and whistled with the wind. From the end of the stick, an invisible wave of air even gushed out.

Yang Fan suddenly turned over and avoided it, but he was scared and sweated in his heart.

It wasn't that Mu Wan was surprised that the appearance of the battle outside was so loud that it woke her up. What surprised him was that... his Da Yan Art seemed to have no effect in front of her.

It is said that she is already at the level of the division. She cannot feel the attack she launched at her for fear of being. As long as she feels it and changes her moves, she can instantly subdue her.

However, the little girl ignored her attack, as if she had seen through the routine of Da Yan Jue, and hit her in the direction she was going. If she hadn't reacted sharply and had her nerves modified, she would have made a fool of herself.

Could it be...Is this little girl relying on her identity and knowing that she dares not really hurt her, so she does not dodge or avoid it? But... does she have such a scheming?
Chapter completed!