Huh ~

After the words fell, Mo Wuya's eyes suddenly became cold.

The next moment, his power exploded, and the storm swept through, bringing up dust.

Then, he clenched his palms and punched him hard, and then smashed him down at Chu Yun.

The fierce fist force exploded with a sound.

The powerful punch, like Mount Tai, smashed in the direction of Ye Fan in anger.

Seeing this, Ye Fan shook his head: "You still call yourself the son of the King of Fighters?"

"Just this boxing technique is too slow."

With a chuckle, Ye Fan stepped on his foot, moved his body, and walked around in a leisurely manner, and avoided Mo Wuya's attack.

Boom ~

There was only a dull sound.

The heavy punch landed, bringing dust all over the sky.

Mo Wuya's full force attack fell into the empty space.

"Boy, don't be proud."

"This is just the first punch."

"You rely on luck to hide."

"But what about the second punch and the third punch?"

"Do you really think you can have such good luck every time?"

Facing Ye Fan's words, Mo Wuya was not angry at all.

He picked up his fist and smashed it at Ye Fan again.

Bang bang bang ~

Several punches were blown up almost in one go.

The fierce fist force shook the birds in the distant forest.

However, facing Mo Wuya's attack like a storm, Ye Fan still smiled calmly.

In the storm, he stood with his hands behind his back and walked proudly.

The pretty face is full of contempt and teasing.

“It’s too slow.”

"Did you not eat?"

....

“The strength is too different~”

"That's it, I'll be the son of the King of Fighters?"

.....

"You dare to claim that you are the only one who is inferior to the state of the pillar?"

"After all, it's just a joke~"

......

Mo Wuya's attack was still raging wildly, but Ye Fan was like walking around in the garden.

A flower passes through the body, and a leaf does not touch it!

Moreover, while avoiding Mo Wuya's fist strength, Ye Fan also smiled faintly and commented constantly.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Shut up!"

"Another nonsense, I will tear your dog's mouth~"

At this time, Mo Wuya naturally no longer had the calmness and calmness he had before.

His eyebrows and eyes were red and his face was as bright as a mad dog. While cursing, he beating wildly in the direction of Ye Fan.

Now Wuya is obviously confused and panicked.

Obviously, every punch hit Ye Fan's chest, but every time he lost a slight mistake, he wiped Ye Fan's clothes and smashed into the empty space.

He had obviously used hundreds of punches, but he didn't hit Ye Fan with one punch.

"Why?"

"Why exactly?"

"Am I really too slow?"

"Is my strength really not enough?"

......

"No!"

"Impossible~"

"It must be this junior talking nonsense!"

"I, Mo Wuya, are traversing all over the world, how could I not even deal with this unknown junior?"

In my ears, there was a gust of fist wind, and Mo Wuya was in his eagerness, but he was roaring in his heart.

Ishino Ryuichi and others next to him looked at it, and their faces suddenly darkened.

Finally, worried, Ishino Ryuichi even asked Mo Wuya: "Wuya, do you want me to take action and help you."

"No need, kill him, I'm enough!"

"I will lose it after a long period of time. I don't believe it. Can he be so lucky every time?"

Mo Wuya still held on and gritted his teeth and growled.
Chapter completed!