"Impossible, this is impossible."

He murmured, looking confused.

But no matter how unwilling to accept this result, the fact that Ye Xuan defeated was an ironclad fact that could not be erased.

"Leng Xiaoyun was actually defeated by one move?"

Several other members of the future martial arts fighters in the VIP seat were stunned.

"Who is the next one?"

On the ring, Ye Xuan spoke calmly and looked around, his expression not caring about the previous battle.

"Arrogant, let me meet you."

A roar like thunder sounded, and then a huge figure fell on the ring.

"It's Luo Qingshan!"

"The 30-game winning warrior who joined the martial arts club three months ago."

"Luo Qingshan's fighting style is different from the Sikong Cheng and Leng Xiaoyun before. He emphasizes moving forward. I wonder if he can stop Ye Xuan."

Everyone obviously knew the person who came on stage, and immediately made the audience scream.

As his name suggests, Luo Qingshan's whole person is like a mountain standing, wearing a green martial robe, with clear edges and angular faces, huge body, and a tiger's back and bear's waist.

~What is terrible is his boxing skills. Three months ago, this person was in the ring match, and no player was his single-handed enemy. Later, after joining the martial arts meeting, he was determined to practice and rarely appeared.

Although Luo Qingshan's winning streak record is only at the 37-game winning streak, which is worse than Leng Xiaoyun, everyone understands that Luo Qingshan's strength is definitely not weak compared to Leng Xiaoyun.

On the ring, Luo Qingshan had not taken action yet, and his body as high as eight feet tall gave people a towering feeling, as if a giant god had leaked his domineering aura.

"Take me a punch."

Luo Qingshan didn't talk nonsense, and at the moment the game began, he rushed forward and punched Ye Xuan.

"The sky collapses and the earth breaks!"

Boom!

Like a rock breaking through the mountain, the stone breaking through the sky. With the violent roar, the entire arena was shrouded by a huge fist energy. In the hazy shadow of Xuanyuan, a towering mountain peak stands with rugged rocks on the mountain, steep cliff walls, with a heavy and deep breath, and it rushes forward hard.

"broken!"

Ye Xuan's eyes were cold and he suddenly slashed out a sword.

laugh!

The sharp lightning sword energy cut a light white mark on the void, and at the same time cut the territory barrier of Cairo's green mountains, and finally divided the towering shadow of the mountain into two. The violent Xuanyuan suddenly exploded, shocking the earth.

Amid the amazing burst of Xuanyuan, a hazy sword light hit Luo Qingshan's chest.

"Destroy the world!"

Luo Qingshan roared and punched out another punch, instantly shattering the sword light that Ye Xuan slashed out, leaving a sword mark on the fist at the same time.

"It's just that power."

Luo Qingshan roared and rushed up again.

"Clang!"

Ye Xuan stood with his sword and said indifferently: "You lost."

"Um?"

Luo Qingshan was stunned and stopped. A trace of pain came from his forehead. When he touched his forehead, his hands were covered with blood.

At some point, a slight sword mark appeared between his eyebrows, cutting his skin, and it was not until this time that he realized it.

"I……"

Luo Qingshan was shocked. When he was not aware of it, Ye Xuan had already hit him on the forehead. Even after Ye Xuan reminded him, he suddenly realized.

If he was in the battle, he would probably not even know how he died.

"Wow!"

An uproar and exclaimed in the audience again.

With one move, another move, Luo Qingshan, who joined the martial arts club earlier than Leng Xiaoyun, also lost.

The terrifying strength Ye Xuan showed shocked everyone.

Swish!

As soon as Luo Qingshan left, another contestant had appeared in the ring.

"It's Wu Xingyun who joined the martial arts club four months ago!"

Everyone was a little numb to the members of the martial arts competition that appeared one after another in the ring match.

After thirty consecutive victories, the challengers that appeared far exceeded the beginning, and almost every one was the winner of thirty consecutive victories.

This is related to Ye Xuan's rejection of the martial arts club yesterday.

Unfortunately, although Wu Xingyun is strong, compared with other warriors, when he met Ye Xuan, he still only supported three moves, and was defeated by Ye Xuan with a sword.

Thirty-three consecutive victories.

Thirty-five consecutive victories.

Thirty-eight consecutive victories.

Forty consecutive victories.

One stick of incense, just one stick of incense, Ye Xuan fought ten consecutive games and won today's ten consecutive victories, and his winning streak record has accumulated to forty consecutive victories.

This efficiency is even better than the previous two days.

"hiss!"

There were sounds of gasping in the crowd.

One by one is incredible.

Among the ten challengers today, eight were the winners of the previous thirty consecutive victories, and joined the strong men of the martial arts club. Some even had a record of forty consecutive victories, but in front of Ye Xuan, they were as fragile as babies and strong men.

"How could this guy be so terrible?"

"Where did the strong man come from?"

The crowd was talking, and could hardly believe their eyes.

If Ye Xuan said yesterday, if many viewers thought he was very arrogant, then today's ten consecutive wins will make everyone understand that he does have this strength.

"I've misunderstood my opinion. This boy has the qualification to win fifty consecutive victories."

In the VIP private room, Elder Meng held the teacup in his hand tightly and murmured.

"Fifty consecutive victories? Elder Meng, are you sure? Our martial arts fight hasn't seen a genius with 50 consecutive victories in a year."

The middle-aged man next to him was shocked.

With fifty consecutive victories, the Fighting Fighting Association has only attended more than 70 people in the past century. On average, one may not be able to produce one in a year.

Such characters are the main geniuses trained by the Fighting Martial Arts Association. As long as they are not too old and lose the room for improvement, most powerful people who have won consecutive victories will basically become the backbone of the Fighting Martial Arts Association.

"There are still fewer consecutive victories in fifty times, I'm afraid he will leave even further than I thought." Elder Meng rubbed his eyebrows.

"Elder Meng, are you worried too much?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but shake his head.

Fifty consecutive victories are a watershed. Once you reach fifty consecutive victories, the difficulty of the subsequent ring match will increase by geometric multiples.

"Have you been worried too much?" Elder Meng also hoped that he would be worried too much; "No matter what, send someone to contact him to see if he is willing to join my martial arts club."

The middle-aged man nodded and soon sent a character.

After half a stick of incense, the person he contacted returned, "Elder Meng, he refused, saying that it was not the time yet, and he wanted to continue challenging."

"Hmph, what an arrogant boy, it's not the time yet. Does he think it's time to win fifty consecutive games?"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, showing dissatisfaction.

"Then keep watching." Elder Meng waved his hand and said nothing.

Ye Xuan naturally doesn't care about other people's thoughts.

Early the next morning, he came to the ring again.

In the ring competition, there were already a crowd of people, and they challenged for four consecutive days and won forty consecutive victories, making Ye Xuan a star in the entire ring competition.

This time, it's still a wheel battle.

The warriors who came to power obviously have improved a little compared to yesterday.

Unfortunately, facing Ye Xuan's terrible strength, none of these could support ten moves, and they all fell into defeat.

With seven moves defeating the last challenger, Ye Xuan won 50 consecutive victories without any danger.

Wow!
To be continued...