"Have you heard enough?" He paused word by word. "Cowardly Chinese, get out of the military camp if you want to get out! Get out of the military camp! Get out of the distance as far as you can, let me see you again, watch you beat you once,"

Kong Chao in the private room on the second floor suddenly smashed the wine glass to the ground: "I actually said... I didn't know that Qingjiao, don't he know that I am also from Chinese?"

"Young Master... Master, don't be angry. Look at Zhuo Fan's reaction, there is a chance..." Dahong quickly dissuaded.

Kong Chao's face seemed ferocious, and he gritted his teeth: "Let's go back and teach this idiot a lesson, let's see how he embarrassed Zhuo Fan first!"

In the private room next to Kong Chao, Butler Lin was a little nervous: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Ling Bingyan frowned and said coldly: "I don't like that guy named Qingjiao."

People under the ring were also talking. "Is Qingjiao's saying a little too much?" "It's too disunited to say this in the military camp."

Wu Xiaofei opened his mouth to curse, but Zhuo Fan reached out to stop him: "There is no need to be as knowledgeable as him."

Qingjiao was still chattering: "Am I wrong? You are not only a coward, but you are not even as brave as a little devil."

Zhuo Fan returned to the ring and was neither humble nor arrogant: "I won't accept your provocation, but if you can win nine games in a row without hurting people, I will defeat you in the tenth game." The green feet on the stage smiled.

News of the challenge quickly spread, attracting more soldiers and experts to watch. Almost all the entire Fourth Military Region heard about this challenge.

...

While wiping sweat, the host kept announcing: "The Devil's Blue Feet wins three consecutive games..."

"Five games..." "Eight games..." "Nine games!"

Qingjiao won the game with neatness, and almost every opponent was knocked to the ground by him. He sucked in the audience, "Too...too strong!" "There is such a big gap between level 4 warriors!" "Lei Hu can't beat him..."

After the host announced the completion, everyone's eyes looked at Zhuo Fan. The host said: "The momentum of Qingjiao today seems to be unstoppable. Can we veterans really rely on a choreman who has just entered the military camp for a month?" He was a little bit sarcastic. "Although I personally don't like this choreman, I am really looking forward to a shocking comeback!"

"Shh!" There were boos from the audience.

Someone else bet bet next to the ring. "Come on! Bet bet! The choreman vs. Greenfoot, odds are 9:1..."

Zhuo Fan stood up from sitting cross-legged: "If you are tired, you can take a rest..."

"It's okay, you can defeat you in just a few seconds, and it won't take much energy at all." Qingjiao said while moving his hands and feet. "Did you think about how to beg me after being defeated?"

The host has already used the "please" gesture to signal Zhuo Fan to the ring.

At this time, the sky was completely occupied by dark clouds, which was so gloomy that it made people feel bored. The trees around were very quiet, not even a breeze. The game was about to come, and the soldiers lowered their voices. "Boss, come on! I'll put all my savings on you!" Wu Xiaofei clenched his fists and followed Zhuo Fan. The torpedo and Jack also nodded to Zhuo Fan.

Zhuo Fan's mental power moved, floating up and falling down as lightly as a feather. He stood on the ring, looked at the second-story building and looked around him. Ling Bingyan nodded in the building, and she admired in her heart: "He used his mental power very cleverly, and he did not land lightly or heavily, and there was no trace of deliberate control..."

In the square and huge arena, Zhuo Fan looked at the bald green feet. He was gushing with mineral water, and took a few sips to throw them casually. His body shook at the same time and had already arrived in front of Zhuo Fan. His speed was extremely fast, and Zhuo Fan felt a flash in front of him.

Most of the soldiers in the audience cheered. "Demon Green Foot killed him!" "We have put a bet on you, you must win!" All the veterans of 0211 were not willing to be outdone and yelled to support Zhuo Fan.

The host finally raised the microphone: "Next, I will use 5,000 words to introduce the rules of the competition in detail..."

"Bang!" A water bottle flew over and hit the host's forehead. "Swoosh swish!" All kinds of miscellaneous items flew over, and the host shouted: "Open... start!" and ran off the ring.

On the second floor, Kong Chao picked up the wine glass: "It's finally started..."

At the beginning of the game, Zhuo Fan and Qingjiao bowed to each other.

The audience calmed down, and in the private room next to Kong Chao, Butler Lin couldn't help but praise: "This Zhuo Fan has a good momentum, but I don't know what the result will be..."

Ling Bingyan looked calm: "I believe him." Her eyes locked in the ring and her fingers clenched unknowingly.

On the ring, Qingjiao's legs disappeared like a phantom, and could not be seen clearly with the naked eye alone. If his upper body had not moved at all, Zhuo Fan would have thought he was invisible. Qingjiao moved, as if an illusory thunder was stamped on Zhuo Fan's chest. Zhuo Fan felt a dangerous fluctuation in the air and quickly retreated.

The speed was too fast to avoid it. "Bang!" Zhuo Fan was kicked out. The audience exclaimed in surprise. Qingjiao stopped in place and frowned: "Why is this kid flying so far? I didn't use any force. He is going to fly out of the field..."

Zhuo Fan's body drew an arc and landed directly on the outside of the venue.

The host was shocked. "Did you lose so quickly?" He was about to go to the ring to announce the result, but there was another exclamation from the audience. As soon as he looked up, Zhuo Fan actually floated lightly.

Zhuo Fan looked at the host and said, "Isn't it considered a loss if I fail to fall?"

The host wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded while cursing in his heart. "This monster... If he didn't land and wandered outside the field, he wouldn't have lost it."

Zhuo Fan flew back to the edge of the ring, and he looked at bald Qingjiao coldly. "You must win this battle, and you must be as soon as possible!" Looking at Qingjiao who was a little nervous, Zhuo Fan smiled faintly. "Come again!"

Qingjiao gritted his teeth and angrily, his feet moved, his body was like lightning, and he flew over again. But strangely, his figure suddenly stopped, and the next second, his raised foot was frozen in front of Zhuo Fan.

The soldiers in the audience were stunned. "The choreman actually broke the attack with his green feet!" "He didn't move, and the chanting master was indeed powerful..."

"Hmph! Look at my green feet - flash!" Qing feet made his feet again. This time, a blue flame burned under his feet. With a flash of flame, he had already reached one meter behind Zhuo Fan.

Zhuo Fan suffered consecutive blows, his face looked a little ugly, but his expression was still very calm. "Just just two blows, I broke my two layers of my mind power shield... But I have gradually figured out his routine. The point-to-point attack is extremely fast, but there is no change..."

"Flash!" "Flash!" "Flash!"

Two balls of green flames kept flying, getting faster and faster, wrapping Zhuo Fan. However, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhuo Fan could always avoid it with clever footwork in the moment before being concentrated. Now he seemed to be stepping on the flames and practicing his body skills.

"Incredible, both of them are so strong!" "Although the choreman looks a little passive, he is not injured... This is too calm!"

Gradually, Zhuo Fan was forced into the edge of the ring. Seeing sweat on Qingjiao's forehead, he smiled proudly: "You're going to lose!" His green shadows became thicker, and he pointed at Zhuo Fan like a heavy rain.

Zhuo Fan was extremely nervous, but he calmed down at this moment.

Breakthrough! In the high-intensity duel, I finally broke through the shackles that had puzzled him for a long time.

His mental power was filled up again, and all the slight fluctuations around him were at his control. He could even reorganize the fluctuations! He felt that he could crush the air within ten meters around him at any time. It was because of this absolute sense of control over the surrounding space. Now it seems that the green feet's leg technique is no longer so impeccable.

The mindful power was materialized, and a milky white fist appeared silently. It suddenly hit the ball in front of Zhuo Fan when he kicked the green feet. "Bang!" Qingjiao's waist fisted, and his whole body suddenly lost balance and flew down the ring diagonally.

"How is that possible!" Qingjiao was shocked, "What was that just now?" He turned around in the air, stepped on the head of a dazed soldier, and jumped back to the ring with the help of his power.

"Thank you, I finally broke through." Zhuo Fan glanced at Qingjiao coldly, and more than a dozen milky white fists appeared beside him again.

Qingjiao looked at the table and started sweating coldly: "It's an hallucination! Come again!"

Although the blue flame was fierce, it could not resist the fists and beat them one after another. This time, it was beaten backwards without even getting close to Zhuo Fan. Qingjiao touched the bald head and stood up again. His eyes were a little confused. "No... I am a level 5 warrior... How could I be beaten away?"

At this time, West Germany had finished healing and rushed back surrounded by friends. He happened to see the scene of his green feet being beaten and whistled excitedly. The soldiers who were stunned also started to curse.

"My bet!" "I'm going to lose all!"

In the compartment of the second-story building, Ling Bingyan's eyes lit up: "This is the materialization of mind power! It's just that the realm is a bit low, and it can barely reach the state of being stylish but not having a sharp edge..."

"You're suffering! Haha!" Wu Xiaofei laughed, but the torpedo and Jack around him turned green.

Especially the torpedo, almost unconscious, he complained in his heart. "I'm losing a lot now, all my savings..."

In another private room, Kong Chao sweated his forehead and gritted his teeth: "This fool! Why is he still wasting time!"

On the ring, Qingjiao suddenly laughed: "I didn't expect you to have the ability to materialize your mind... But you, a rookie-level mental power, is still impossible to defeat me! Look at my Qingjiao - Unparalleled Hurricane!"
Chapter completed!