"Come!" Standing there, Luan Meng hooked his finger at Yang Fan with contempt.

If Yang Fan does not accept his concessions, it does not mean that he has to take them back. Wouldn't that seem to be untrustworthy?

Moreover, the so-called concession is not arrogance. To a deeper level, it can even be said to be a tactic.

Because as long as these concessions exist, Yang Fan cannot always escape and must launch a frontal attack to prove his courage, otherwise he will be regarded as a coward.

Judging from the experience of ravaging the other party in recent days, this guy is thin and has a pretty good ability to escape, and this small step of concession completely blocks the possibility of the other party blindly evading...

As long as the opponent attacks from the front, even if he only uses one hand or only the battalion-level power, isn't it a piece of cake to defeat him?

This is Luan Meng's abacus. What seems to be completely accumulated by muscles is not just muscles in his head!

Even Yang Fan was still aware of this when he stood on the duel arena and charged towards the opponent.

However, this had no effect on him, because he had no intention of passively avoiding the war.

With his footsteps, he had already rushed to about two meters in front of Luan Meng, taking a considerable highway.

"Swish!" With the dull sound of breaking through the air, Luan Meng's unhurried big fist shell flew out and rushed straight towards Yang Fan's face.

The people of Zhe Village are tall. Due to their years of wandering on branches, their size is close to orangutans. Their arms are even more exaggerated, one arm is about a half meters long.

Therefore, when Yang Fan had no way to come to Luan Meng, the punch had already hit him in front of him.

If you are in the boxing ring, just by your arm length, you will be invincible.

Almost the moment his fist rushed to the front door, Yang Fan turned his body and stepped aside, avoiding the punch in danger. It seemed that he was going to pass by Luan Meng's right side.

Luan Meng didn't give him a chance. His outstretched arm was bent, and his elbows were whistling and the wind was shaking at Yang Fan's head, which was rubbing against that place.

For him, Yang Fan was too short, and his elbow had to be slightly downward before he could knock on Yang Fan's head.

At this moment, Yang Fan couldn't avoid it and killed it in seconds! When he bent his elbow, Luan Meng had already judged the result and the corners of his mouth began to curl up.

Unexpectedly, just as he was halfway through, Yang Fan seemed to have already felt something, and just avoided the elbow.

"Huh?" Luan said suspiciously, but his hands were not slow at all. He stretched out his folded arm and punched Yang Fan's vest.

As a result, as expected, Yang Fan gently turned right and avoided the attack, and took a big step to stop his forward rushing figure.

How is that possible?

The mountain was still moving, but the heart was already filled with an uproar.

Although the rabbit rises and falcons just now, on one side, he was unmoved and he kept moving, and he was slight in attacking and lifting weight three times in a row. On the other side, Yang Fan was smart and dodged three times in a row, and what he contained was actually speed and reaction that exceeded a certain limit.

And this is also the focus of Luan Meng's doubts, because it is impossible for a continuous level to achieve this.

In addition to the difference between the different ability levels themselves, there is another most significant difference between the so-called extreme consciousness.

When a person is facing a desperate situation or is on the verge of death, he often feels that time suddenly becomes slow, and even has the time to recall the experience of his life. This is the ultimate consciousness.

Whether you can master the extreme consciousness skillfully and maintain the ultra-high speed of this brain during battle is the biggest difference between battalion level and company level.

The attack and dodging moment just now was definitely not something that a company could do. Could it be that this arrogant guy used to be pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

Luan Meng's mind was filled with these messy thoughts, which immediately distracted his attention, so that it was not until the vest was pushed hard that he suddenly realized that Yang Fan stopped behind him and attacked him.

But... the attack was so tight that it was not enough to shake his body without mastering the true meaning of the muscle explosion. It was indeed just a continuous level of power.

Could it be that he passed by in an instant because he had expected his reaction early in the morning and had just avoided the attack calmly?

The new doubt once again distracted Luan Meng's attention. When he realized this, Yang Fan's hard kick had already hit him on the heel, and he successfully pulled back with this kick.

One hit on the back and one attack on the heels. If these two hits are separated, they will not have any effect on Luan Meng. However, when both are activated at the same time, even if Luan Meng is like iron stone, he will lose balance for a moment, and push the golden mountain and the jade pillar will tilt forward.

Luan Meng instinctively raised his legs and was about to stabilize his body, but suddenly stopped. He suddenly realized that this was the result Yang Fan wanted. His two unhealthy attacks were in exchange for the shattering of his promise without moving his steps...

How could he succeed? Luan Meng bit his teeth and reversed his instinct to put down his left leg, which had been lifted to halfway. Yun Nuo's left hand closed his body and stretched out his right hand to support him.

But Yang Fan would not give him a chance. He rushed to Luan Meng's side, and he punched his shoulder blades. The conical horny slime stretched out with his fist, and he poked hard somewhere on his shoulder blades.

The human body is not controlled by consciousness, but by nerve signals and muscles. The part that Yang Fan points to is a nerve reflex area on the shoulders of a person.

No matter how high Ren Luan Meng was, he could not resist the most direct reflex of the nervous system. His right arm, which had been bent to half, suddenly stretched out horizontally. He went to the ground without any restraint...

Good guy, even when he got to this kind of field, he kept his promise and did not destroy anyone. Even Yang Fan couldn't help but admire him a little.

However, it is not only that worthy of his admiration. Both arms cannot be used. Seeing that the ending of dog eating shit is inevitable, Luan Mengmu exhaled and opened his breath, and a part of his body suddenly surged, and he only touched the ground with a slight touch...

How did he fall down? He turned back straight and backwards in a way.

Even, except for the two pieces of his chest, none of his body was covered with dust.

Just relying on the expansion of muscles, I stood up again. What kind of two pectoral muscles are these!
Chapter completed!