Chapter 983 The Power of a Punch

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"Hmm? Wait?"

Igor stopped where he was, looking at Wang Yan in the field with doubts, and was unable to figure out the situation for a while.

Behind him, Anatoly and Halbara were also confused and puzzled.

This Son of Fire, if he wants to fight, then fight, but what is he going to do with "wait"? Is he afraid of not fighting?

Now that he has finally lured the Son of Fire into the trap, it is the best time to become famous in one battle and weaken Parisa. If he doesn't have the courage to change his mind now, wouldn't it be a failure?

The audience of the Winter God Clan present was also puzzled and talked about it.

From Parisa's side, the people of the ancestral court, the fire of hope that had just ignited in their hearts was extinguished immediately. On the other side, the people from many side branches had a hint of mockery on their faces.

In their opinion, in the last game, Igor and Ethan Norman were equally strong, but they still had a high advantage, and finally defeated and even seriously injured the opponent. It can be seen that Igor's personal strength and skills are extraordinary and are definitely not comparable to ordinary superpowers.

Wang Yan, just from the title of the Son of Flame, can be seen that he is a fire superpower. In the rules of the Winter God tribe's fighting, only the most primitive physical strength and fighting skills can be used.

How can a fire superpower not use fire?

Many members of the Winter God tribe think so, and their explanation is indeed correct.

In the superpower world, strength is indeed an advantage, but at the same level, experience, skills and reasonable tactics are often the key to determining victory or defeat. Just like their Winter God tribe, everyone is a hunter, but in the process of hunting, they are inevitably prey.

At this moment, the Son of Flame suddenly asked for a pause, most likely because he was afraid and changed his mind.

"What? The famous Son of Flame, won't he be afraid of fighting?"

Igor challenged. He was really afraid that Wang Yan would not dare to fight, otherwise he would lose such a great opportunity.

When Igor spoke, the people of the Winter God tribe around him started to talk more. In their eyes, the reason why the Son of Flame asked for a pause was probably because he was afraid of fighting.

Only behind Wang Yan, Nan Lian and others gradually put away their external pressure. Bo Lisa glanced at Igor and the other two with deep sympathy, while the red tank looked more relaxed. He turned around and picked up the coat that had just been thrown on the ground and put it on again. It seemed that he had no intention of fighting again.

The reason for this was naturally very simple. This old Wang, who was like a tiankeng, was going to start pretending again.

These two words, "wait", were the old Wang's specialty. Once these two words came out, it basically meant that the old Wang guy was preparing to cheat people again.

"Cowardly? Haha, you think too much." Wang Yan waved his hand and showed a harmless smile, "I am stronger than you, so I plan to let you go."

"Let me go?" Igor's eyes lit up and he immediately became interested, "Oh? I don't know how the powerful Son of Fire plans to let me go?"

This Son of Fire doesn't know that the skills of boxing and hand-to-hand combat are not comparable to super powers? He actually wants to let him go? He is simply ignorant of life and death!

Of course, the dumber the opponent, the happier he is.

"I think your skills are more like a master of using weapons, so you can fight me with the weapons you are used to." Wang Yan raised his chin and continued, "In case you lose and are not convinced."

"Use, use weapons?" Igor couldn't believe his ears and looked at Wang Yan with wide eyes, "Really?"

Anatole and Halbara also looked at Wang Yan opposite in disbelief, and they were a little confused in their hearts.

"I've seen people looking for death, but I've never seen someone looking for death like this. This Son of Fire is really arrogant. Not only does he suppress his strength, but he also uses fists and weapons to fight. Is he crazy?"

The tribesmen around were immediately in an uproar, and whispered endlessly.

"In our tribe's fighting gatherings, only fists are allowed. No one has ever used weapons!"

"That's right, not to mention that it's using fists to fight weapons. If you're not careful, you'll either die or get injured!"

"That Son of Fire looks humble and polite, but in fact he's so arrogant and ignorant. If he gets seriously injured and dies, don't blame our Winter God Clan."

"..."

It seems that these discussions have never entered Wang Yan's ears.

Even the hairy crabs beside him were not affected by the outside world at all. They and the white bear king Reynolds lay on the left and right beside Nan Lian and others, quietly watching everything that happened in the field.

In their eyes, how familiar is everything happening before their eyes? There are always people in this world who think they are strong and smart, so there are so many disputes that bring trouble upon themselves.

Stupid, these humans are really stupid!

Even this hairy crab understands this principle, but why don't they understand it?

Wang Yan glanced around and said calmly: "Yes, you can use weapons."

Since he decided to take action, he naturally had to win more domineeringly. Otherwise, there would be another clown jumping out and humiliating himself.

They can be shameless, but Wang Yan would find it troublesome.

As soon as these words came out, the people of the Winter God tribe who were watching around were in an uproar again. The son of fire in front of him was really too arrogant!

Igor, Anatoly, and Halbara were stunned at first, but in an instant, a gleam of light flashed in their eyes, and they were immediately delighted.

Suppressing power, and using fists to fight weapons? Oh, he can think of it.

Since the Son of Fire is looking for death, don't blame their men for being ruthless!

Seeing the other party's secretly happy look, Wang Yan was not nervous at all. Instead, he rubbed his fist and set his eyes on Igor.

"Because, to deal with a small character like you, using fists is enough."

Igor's face, which had not yet bloomed with joy, suddenly stiffened.

"What did you say?"

Anatole's eyes also rose with anger. Being underestimated again and again, no one can stand it.

However, the anger in his eyes was fleeting, and then the corner of his mouth raised a sinister sneer, "Since the Son of Fire underestimates us so much, let him see how powerful our Winter God Warriors are!"

"Igor, be careful when you attack..."

Especially the last sentence, which seems to be understated, but actually reveals a strong sense of danger.

"I understand. The Son of Fire is a distinguished guest of our Winter God Clan. I will naturally take good care of him." A cold light flashed in Igor's eyes, and he shook his hands and showed his weapons.

A pair of dark and heavy metal gloves quickly wrapped his two forearms.

The gloves were made of some kind of cold iron alloy, and the whole body exuded a chill, especially the tip of each glove, with three half-foot-long sharp claws, which were extremely sharp, like a dagger, and the cold light was exposed.

Such thick, solid, and extremely sharp gloves, with extremely strong defensive capabilities, naturally needless to say, if a punch hits a person's body, the internal organs will be crushed by the piercing.

The opponent blocked with his arm? That's perfect, one punch down, the opponent's entire arm will be smashed.

How can a human body of flesh and blood be compared with such a fast and fierce steel blade? What's more, the cold air attached to the cold iron gloves will frostbite the opponent's wounds.

If anyone is injured by him, cutting flesh and amputation is the best outcome.

Such dangerous cold iron gloves caused a burst of exclamations from the tribesmen who were watching around.

The tribesmen from the ancestral court sighed, as if they had seen that the Son of Fire would pay the price for his arrogance.

Those tribesmen from the side branches rushed in with bloodthirsty eyes, cheering for Igor, as if it would be a very interesting and exciting thing to see the famous Son of Fire being seriously injured and defeated.

Nan Lian, Bai Lisha, and Red Tank couldn't help but tighten their eyes at this time.

Although they knew that Lao Wang would not make a decision without a chance of winning, they had no choice but to worry about it at the moment. It was too dangerous to fight against people with bare hands with such gloves.

Moreover, Igor's strength and skills were very strong. If he was not careful, even Lao Wang might miscalculate!

"Haha, Son of Fire, you asked for it."

Igor licked his lips excitedly, "Son of Fire, take it!" He seemed to have seen the Son of Fire falling to the ground miserably and wailing in pain. He let out a sinister laugh in his throat and rushed forward.

He was like a cannonball, leaving a series of phantoms behind him in an instant, and leaped more than ten meters away in one step.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

After taking several steps, Igor suddenly jumped up, and the whole person jumped into the air, like a falcon swooping down, rushing towards Wang Yan at a high speed.

At this moment, time seemed to stop.

Igor gritted his teeth, and a low roar came out of his throat. His muscles straightened and tightened, as if iron and lead were poured in. He pulled his right fist back, and the sharp spikes on the gloves exuded a chilling chill under the cold and pale sky in this far north.

The three hard and sharp spikes on the gloves, which were strong enough to break gold and jade, were aimed at Wang Yan's heart!

All the Winter Gods watching the battle held their breath, their hearts were hanging, and they watched the two people who were about to collide in the field.

Igor's strength and means had been verified in front of everyone. This time he used all his strength to hit the Son of Flame's vital point.

If he was really hit by his punch, the sharp spikes on the gloves would directly pierce the heart, and the Son of Flame would definitely die!

On the other hand, the Son of Flame still stood with his hands hanging down, motionless.

He looked as if he was trapped in a sticky sea of ​​air, calm and steady, and even his breathing became slow and long.

In this seemingly slow, but actually fleeting moment, Igor had already rushed to Wang Yan, and the gloves with spikes would reach the opponent's chest in the next moment.

At this moment, Wang Yan, who was standing proudly, finally moved!

He did not dodge or evade until Igor's fist approached him, then he clenched his right fist, and his entire arm swelled and tensed instantly, as if at this moment, he had gathered enough power to create the world.

"Wow!"

Wang Yan suddenly stepped forward and lowered his body, and punched out with a bang!

The perfect blow, the last one to arrive first, very cleverly passed through the gap between Igor's hands, and fiercely hit the opponent's cheekbone.

"Bang!"

A loud noise!

It was like a huge rock falling to the ground, shaking everyone's feet slightly.

Igor's eyes rolled back, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and his cheeks were black and purple. He was knocked down by Wang Yan's punch and fell heavily to the ground.

The hard frozen ground of the fighting arena immediately collapsed downwards, like a pit covered with spider veins!

At this moment, the whole venue was dead silent.

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