ide were doing, and finally seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As long as she dragged Li Xiangting down, being her bedfellow, relying on the power behind Li Xiangting, her life would usher i...Yan Wuque rose tall and long, facing Ye Fan and coldly shouted, "Stop!"

But Ye Fan did not let go because of Yan Di's broken drink, he just stared coldly at Tie Xiong, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

"Ye Fan, I advise you not to meddle."

Yan Di Que felt a hint of danger from Yang Yi, and immediately shouted out loudly. Even though Tie Xiong, who had consumed the tenth-numbered test agent, was called the unkillable cockroach, for some reason, the aura emanating from Ye Fan made him uneasy.

Ye Fan could defeat Tie Xiong, he didn't know this, but he only knew that the current situation was very unfavorable for Tie Xiong. He had to speak up to stop it.

The game isn't over yet, he hasn't killed Ye Fan, how can this situation be allowed

Ye Fan sneered in his heart, Yan Wuque finally tore off his hypocritical mask Just now he wasn't affectionately calling Ye Shao with every word

Then, are you going to turn your face Are we going to have a showdown

With Yan Wuque's actions, all the members of the Ninth Column tensed up their nerves, unconsciously taking a step forward. As long as the captain gave an order, they would act without hesitation, sending Ye Fan and his companions to hell together.

You can't hurt me, because your power has already dried up, while mine is inexhaustible. Soon my fists will smash you to pieces.

Even though Tie Xiong was held motionless by Ye Fan's two fingers, he still didn't forget to threaten Ye Fan. This was his territory, and of course he wanted to regain some face in front of his men.

"Is that so"

Ye Fan suddenly laughed, his smile was very bright.

There is no denying that Tie Xiong was right. Although Ye Fan's fingertip divine skill had reached the realm of transformation, even with just two fingers to block Tie Xiong's fist, Ye Fan was already at his limit.

Moreover, Tie Xiong was relentlessly gathering momentum, launching wave after wave of attacks. The strength Ye Fan exerted with his two fingers couldn't hold for long.

Ye Fan's fingers were actually at the point of exhaustion, his fingertips beginning to numb. If it weren't for his extraordinary willpower holding him up, he would have long since been unable to bear it.

Just because Tie Xiong has fists, does Ye Fan not

Looking at that arrogant iron bear, and his ugly face, Ye Fan recalled how his good brother almost fell victim to this cunning little man's scheme just now. A nameless anger surged up in Ye Fan's heart.

The Iron Bear was said to be the Iron Fist, and Ye Fan could clearly feel the extraordinary power behind the Iron Bear Fist. If he were to exchange punches with him, he would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.

But Ye Fan had already made up his mind, to defeat Tie Xiong head-on and strike a blow against his arrogant aura just like that day, with one punch he would knock him down.

Although Ye Fan himself was very likely to get hurt, he had no way out now. He wasn't going to retreat. The rage in his heart had ignited an endless fighting spirit within him.

"Let me see then, who has the harder fist."

After finishing his words, Ye Fan really let go of Tie Xiong.

This startled Tie Xiong, but when he looked closer, he saw that Ye Fan had already clenched his fists, and a fist slightly smaller than his own slammed towards his larger one.

Iron Bear saw this and chuckled inwardly. What a fool, he actually dared to challenge him head-on.

Back then when I was in the capital, my physical prowess was nothing compared to this. My potential has already been developed by seventy percent, just the power behind my punches is several times stronger than before.

This punch will smash Ye Fan to pieces, to avenge the debt of a punch from that day.

Therefore, Tie Xiong didn't even think, and also raised his fist, accelerating toward Ye Fan and smashed it down fiercely.

Before he was the Wu Xia Amon, who else could compare to Tie Xiong Compared to when he was in Beijing before, after a series of fierce battles, Ye Fan's own skills had improved a lot. Moreover, he had comprehended the power of stretching, which meant that the strength in his fist at this time was several times stronger than it was when he was in Beijing.

At that moment, two powerful fists collided with each other rapidly. There was no flourish, just the simple clash of brute force against brute force.

For a fleeting instant, there was silence as two powerful iron fists collided in mid-air.

Even, for that instant, both parties' ears seemed to go deaf, as if they couldn't hear a thing.

But soon, there came a deafening roar.

And this sound grew louder and louder, even becoming deafening.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the two figures, their fists locked together. Despite the impact, they didn't separate as physics would dictate.

Instead, they stuck together, booming and echoing for a long time without separating.

Everyone stared in shock at the bizarre scene before them. What on earth was going on

Outsiders only saw the surface, but only the two people actually in the fight could clearly feel what was happening.

At this moment, Tie Xiong felt as if a high-speed train had just run him over.

Although he was as tough as iron, no matter how hard and solid the iron was, it couldn't withstand the constant crushing of the train. He felt like he was being pressed down and couldn't breathe.

And Ye Fan wasn't doing well either at this time. He never dreamed that the power in Tie Xiong's hands would be so terrifying. If it were his former self, under this mighty force, he would have long since collapsed and been defeated.

Thanks to the mastery of his stretching power he had cultivated these days, Ye Fan felt a sudden enlightenment. However, this feeling was still vague, and he could only rely on intuition to use it without a clear and concrete image.

He was struggling to hold on, his teeth had even been broken in the process, but Ye Fan knew one thing: no matter what, he couldn't back down. If he couldn't defeat Tie Xiong this time, that Yan fellow would most likely take advantage of the situation and attack. At that point, there wouldn't be anyone left alive to bring his wife back.

This is no longer just about letting off steam for the overweight, even if it's for himself, for his friends, he has to win this proteinuria build-up, and he can only win.

But this feeling was really oppressive for Ye Fan. He had never experienced this feeling before, he wanted to fight but couldn't vent his anger.

This is a kind of extreme indescribable frustration, depression, and oppression.

Ye Fan felt a surge of energy in his chest, with nowhere to release it. It churned and roiled within him, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"Ah"

I simply can't take it anymore! Ye Fan roared, forcing all the turbid energy within him to burst out.

Suddenly, Ye Fan didn't know how, the turbidity in his body seemed to have eyes, and it surged along his meridians into his fist in an instant. His fist was filled with qi in just a moment.

With unprecedented power surging through his fists, Ye Fan felt his blood boiling. He roared involuntarily, "Die! Poyun Fist!" dare stand up. He immediately stopped looking and arrogantly said, "What do you want""Apologize!" Ye Fan said coldly."What do you mean What if I don't apologize" Fu Bo's mouth twitched, he hadn't hea...