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Everyone stared wide and stared at the center of the venue, knocking down Igor's son of flame.

One punch! Just one punch! Igor was knocked to the ground and fell into a coma.

Such a scene and power are so shocking, especially the moment when I knocked down Igor, it was like a meteorite falling to the ground, with a huge momentum!

"This is this! How is this possible?"

There were storm waves in the hearts of countless people. Igor is very famous among the tribe. He has been practicing fighting and fighting among the wild beasts since he was a child. He is extremely ferocious and has many fans in the tribe.

In their opinion, Igor would not lose to the "weak" oriental man, the Son of Fire.

But reality, he slapped them hard. The oriental man just looked thin, and his physical explosive power was so terrifying that it was comparable to a red tank.

The power of a punch is so terrifying.

Wang Yan just stood there quietly, putting one hand in his pocket, calm as usual, as if he was not him who had just burst out with power like a giant beast.

However, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at him, and there was a burning respect in their fear.

The Winter Gods clan is a primitive tribe that is semi-departed from modern technology. They advocate nature, hunting, and power. The weak will be eliminated, while the strong will be widely respected and worshiped.

In fact, this is the case in any corner of the world. The strong prey on the weak and the winner is the king.

Anatoli's pupils shrank. When he looked at Wang Yan, there was no frivolous disdain, but was filled with extremely solemn and fearfulness. In his plan, Igor was asked to fight the Son of Fire, but to try whether he was as powerful as the rumor, breaking through the shackles and achieving a legend.

Secondly, if the Son of Fire is a flowery airing that has been brought up, he would not mind using this to smear the face of the Son of Fire, which would make the hunting god Palisa in the middle of winter embarrass her prestige and lose her prestige.

However, he did not expect that the Son of Fire was so powerful and domineering, and knocked Igor, who had reached level A with one punch. Such a result would never be achieved even if Anatoli personally took it. He would have to spend more than ten or twenty moves to defeat Igor.

Could it be that the Son of Fire has really reached the legendary level like underground rumors?

For a moment, Anatoly's face was unstable and extremely ugly. In terms of age, the Son of Fire was more than ten years younger than him, but he did not expect that this Son had left him far behind.

Wang Yan did not mock him much, and walked back to his camp with his pocket. This time he took action just to shock the young people of this tribe, and also to increase his face and reputation.

It is really not worth boasting to fight a slut who has never seen the world. His fighting skills are all achieved through the practice of fighting and real swords and guns.

There are no too many fancy moves, nor any intention to express it. The only way is to give the opponent a fatal blow at the most critical moment. This is his fighting method.

What's more, Wang Yan has fought against many powerful people along the way, killed the abyss demon, and even faced a real hell demon. Compared with these terrible opponents, Igor is just a frog in the well who makes a big frog!

"Son of Flame! Son of Flame!"

There were bursts of warm cheers in the venue.

The people of the Winter God tribe who were watching the competition around have always admired the strong. At this time, both the ancestral court and the clan members of the side branch were completely conquered by the power of Wang Yan's punch.

Bai Lisa breathed a little relieved, "Son of Fire is indeed worthy of his reputation, and is amazingly strong!" Before the result came out, she was a little worried. Now that she thought about it, being so worried is purely unnecessary.

"Haha, Lao Wang has long been integrated into the nature of the world, and his perception and reaction ability are not comparable to that of Igor." The red tank said with some emotion, "I originally thought that I had achieved a legend, but my ability was overwhelming Lao Wang. But I didn't expect that Lao Wang's progress should not be underestimated. Alas~ I was born in the same era as this guy, which is really a headache."

Nan Lian showed a warm smile. Although she didn't say anything, her eyes were shining with a gleam of relief. Of course, Xiao Yan would not lose to such an unknown young man. However, in a blink of an eye, Xiao Yan has made progress to this point, and she cannot leave the rest of the day. I hope to achieve the legend as soon as possible and not become a burden to him.

"By the way, I almost forgot to ask." Wang Yan suddenly turned around and said with a smile, "It's really impolite for me to walk like this. I should ask, is there anyone else who wants to continue playing?"

"What……?"

The young and middle-aged men of those tribes had their expressions stagnated, and the situation was like this. Who would dare to come on stage to challenge you, the Son of Fire? Under Wang Yan's seemingly calm eyes, they all avoided Wang Yan's gaze and did not dare to look at him.

Even the young wild boar, Harbala, trembled all over when touching Wang Yan's gaze, and lowered his head in awe. Although he was dissatisfied with ten thousand people in his heart, he wanted to beat the son of Flame to the ground and avenge his brothers. However, the gap between strength was always an insurmountable obstacle.

However, they still have hope.

After all, Anatoli, the strongest among them, has not taken action yet. He is an idol-level strongman among the younger generation who is no less than the late winter hunting god Palisa.

Under such thoughts, the young men who still had hope secretly looked at Anatoli, who was known as the Tiger of the North. Although they admitted and worshiped the Son of Fire as a strong man, they hoped that a powerful person could stand up and earn some face for the East God tribe.

Not to mention that you must defeat the Son of Fire, even if you have a draw with him, it would be nice to get some face back. As soon as you think of this, everyone's eyes at Anatoli, the tiger of the North, became more and more intense.

Anatoly's pupils tightened and his face became hot. Others didn't know the comparison between him and the Son of Flame, but he himself knew it clearly.

The Son of Fire is very likely to have been promoted to the legendary level as the legend says.

Facing a legendary strongman, even if he does not use the real power of law, Anatoly lacks the confidence to defeat his opponent.

However, the fiery eyes of the tribe members at this time seemed to have put him on a fire and roasted him.

At this time, he can't fight, and he can't fight.

"Damn Son of Fire, dares to play such a trick." Anatoli saw from afar that there seemed to be a strong sarcasm in the eyes of Son of Fire, and he knew that he was deliberately targeting him and embarrassing himself.

"Harbala, wake Igor up first." Anatoli decided to use a delaying strategy and winked at his younger brother Harbala.

Harbala understood and hurriedly stepped forward a few steps to wake up the unconscious Igor.

Igor woke up for a few seconds before he came back to his senses that he had been defeated, and he was defeated very miserably. He immediately roared: "Brother, that son of flame is too despicable. You must avenge me."

"puff!"

Anatoly's handsome face turned black and an old blood almost spurted out. He originally thought that after Igor woke up, he would attract everyone's attention, and then find a way to make this happen.

Unexpectedly, Igor's opening words brought the hatred to a point of thrilling. Damn, did your brain break the door or was it broken by the Son of Fire?

You know that the Son of Fire had blown you with one punch. You cried loudly and asked me to get on. How many punches do you think I can block him? You, are you sure that you are my little brother, not the funny guy sent by the enemy?

You are trying to kill me. The handsome face of Anatoli, the tiger of the North, was so angry that it was a little distorted.

"The tiger of the north, the tiger of the north!"

The audience who did not know the truth were infected by Igor's howling. Several people began to shout Anatoly's nickname with enthusiasm and cheer him up.

Emotion is contagious.

After some people started howling, more and more people joined the ranks of shouting. The shouts of "Tiger of the North" sounded over the ancestral courtyard of the Winter Gods clan, shaking through the sky.

There were more people belonging to Palisa, who also started to stir up under the secret instruction of Palisa, and continued to help the tiger of the Northland to increase the salary, so that the fire could burn more vigorously.

Everyone's emotions started to burn like flames.

But the more it burns, the more embarrassing the North Tiger Anatoli will be. Just fight, it’s obvious that it’s not the opponent of the Son of Flame. If you don’t fight, you won’t be able to get out of the game now.

The abominable son of flame, the abominable Palisa! And the stupid Igor.

Anatoly muttered resentfully, his teeth itched.

Unfortunately, he seemed to have forgotten.

He picked everything out. If it weren't for his secret instruction, how could Igor provoke Wang Yan for no reason?

Anatoli, the tiger in the north, had to take a step forward, and a fierce aura soared into the sky, like a peerless tiger king from Siberia.

"Ao! Son of Flame, I challenge you!"

Anato's throat let out a fierce tiger roar, his eyes turned scarlet, his muscles swollen, and his body shape seemed to have increased a little in this moment.

The fierce and violent aura was like a flood of beasts, gushing wildly. Even the earth under his feet seemed to be unable to withstand such pressure. At this moment, it made a "crack" sound, breaking out a large piece of crack.

Wang Yan frowned slightly. The violent aura was extraordinary. It seemed that Anatoli, the northern tiger, still had some background. It seemed that he had practiced some secret technique to increase his strength in a short period of time.

Unfortunately, in front of me, I was just a sick cat from the north.

Just when Wang Yan was about to beat someone up.

An old but majestic voice exploded in everyone's ears.

"stop!"

Everyone came to their senses and saw that the high priest Salar slowly walked to Anatoli with a crutch at some point.

"Son of Fire, I am incompetent in discipline, which has caused a lot of trouble for you." Salar bowed to Wang Yan in the form of a Chinese country to apologize.

After saying that, he turned around and looked at Anatoly and scolded him sternly, "Why don't you take your people quickly and apologize to the Son of Fire?"

"Entertainment Father..." Anatoly felt unwilling to accept it and wanted to say something else, but was frightened by Salar's cruel eyes.

That glance seemed to make him fall into the bottomless abyss and burst into cold sweat.

Under great pressure, Anatoli had to put away his momentum, lead the followers, suppressed his anger, and said humility to Wang Yan and others.

Seeing this, Salar turned around with a smile and faced Wang Yan and others.

He has not yet completed the plan for decades and has been enduring it until now. Now at this critical moment, he does not allow any accidents to happen.

"Senior Salar, you are so polite." Wang Yan laughed and waved his hand, "The nobles are hospitality. We are just invited by these tribal friends to participate in the fighting party and discuss with each other."

"That's good, that's good." Salar smiled kindly, not at all the cruelty that made Anatoly scared of the previous glance.

"Grandpa Salar, if nothing happens, I will take the Son of Fire, Nan Lian and others to see other places." Bailisa walked forward and greeted Salar.

"Go and go, there are a few days left to welcome the Winter Festival, so take our guests to have a good time."

Salar waved his hand with kind eyes until everyone disappeared from his sight, and he gradually became gloomy.

"You have to take a good walk now, otherwise you won't have this opportunity in the future."

A storm seemed to disappear invisibly under the suppression of the Shaman High Priest Salar. However, the dark tide surged even more fiercely.
Chapter completed!