1630 The Great Battle

There was a bang, and the surrounding ground trembled. And the elders of Tianwu Pavilion stepped forward one after another, everyone opened their hands, released their own internal strength, connected together, formed a defensive net, blocked Li Fan and No. 9's power inside, and spared the audience in difficulty.

"Both of them are horrible!"

The host stared dumbfounded at the battle below, he could feel the shaking for a while, which shows how terrifying the strength of these two people is!

"They are all super masters among the best."

Feeling the strength of the two of them, Jiang Feng couldn't help but look sideways. They all exploded with power close to the holy level, but Li Fan probably hasn't used his full strength yet, right? This No. 9 seems to have a lot of potential... Meidi is really amazing this time, to develop such a perverted monster! Compared with this No. 9, their previous Zeus plans, this and that, are all pediatrics!

When the smoke dissipated, No. 9 half-kneeled on the ground, with black smoke billowing from his body, as if he had suffered serious injuries.

And Li Fan was standing opposite, his clothes were a little blackened, but he was fine, looking at No. 9 opposite, he cupped his hands.

"Concession."

The host asked, "This, is this No. 9's loss?"

"It looks like number nine has lost consciousness."

Jiang Feng looked at the somewhat messy arena below, "I don't know if we can fight again."

There were voices of regret all around, and many people were cheering for No. 9, but No. 9 was still kneeling there, motionless.

The owner of the bank has already pulled out a pistol from the drawer and is about to commit suicide.

The referee is also ready to announce the result.

At this moment, a girl in the stands shouted.

"Stand up, Number Nine!"

It's Windsor.

Hearing this voice, No. 9's body shook slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes.

He stood up little by little, exercising his muscles and bones. There were cheers all around, all celebrating the number nine. His popularity is indeed not covered.

"nice!"

Li Fan also praised, "It's completely different from when I first met you. Look at how popular you are now."

"You seem to know me."

No. 9 rubbed his neck, "But it doesn't matter, I just need to beat you."

"Why do you have to win? I feel like you are not interested in being number one in the world, right?"

Li Fan was a little strange.

"Because I can only realize the value of my life by defeating you."

Nine said, "I'm different from you, so I have to beat you!"

As the voice fell, the muscles on Number Nine's body twitched, and black scales grew out one after another. Soon, a huge dragon man with a height of nearly three meters stood in front of Li Fan with a pair of horns on his head. His yellow eyes were staring at Li Fan with a strong murderous aura.

The cheers around them turned into exclamations, and the change of No. 9 caught them off guard. But after a while, there was another wild cry, which seemed to make them doubly excited about the change of No. 9.

This is a martial arts arena, no matter how dangerous it is below, those who are in danger are his opponents! And they are spectators, crazy for violence, cheering for blood!

The owner of the bank also shed tears of excitement, and now he finally didn't have to die. But at this time, he was very regretful, if only he had listened to that Huaxia actuary earlier, why did he end up like this.

"Dude, we still have a chance, right?"

The owner of the bank talked to the German actuary beside him, but the latter had no way to answer him, this buddy had already hanged himself.

"Number 9 is very strong, and he still has the blood of a dragon! He will never lose! I will rely on him to make a comeback! That's right!"

While speaking, Number Nine had already roared. A huge air wave impacted all around, making the surrounding audience feel slightly dizzy.

"This, is this also a western orc?"

The host couldn't help asking in surprise.

"should be."

Jiang Feng naturally knew that he had Li Fan's genes, which was Li Fan's dragon blood. But there are some things he can say, and some things he cannot say. He absolutely can't say anything about this. You can't tell the public that No. 9 is a super weapon made by the US Emperor by collecting the genes of Chinese masters, right?

"Whether the orcs are stronger or our Chinese martial artists are stronger, we will wait and see!"

Everyone is really looking forward to it, and the battle between Li Fan and No. 9 is still going on. As the last round of the quarterfinals, the battle between the two of them seemed to ignite the climax of today's competition!

No. 9 suddenly opened his mouth and pointed at Li Fan. Li Fan frowned, feeling a threat. And No. 9 sprayed out a blue-white frost, which instantly froze half of the arena. Li Fan was also in it, and was directly frozen into an ice sculpture.

He stood there motionless, while No. 9 jumped over, swung the tail behind his back heavily, and lashed towards the ice sculpture!

"boom!"

The ice sculpture was directly smashed, and the surrounding audience screamed, and the supporters also shouted, "Oh my god, did Li Yun just die like this?"

"Where are you looking?"

Jiang Feng stretched out his hand and pointed, "Didn't he stand upright?"

"Eh? Eh?"

The host was surprised, and No. 9 also turned around in shock, and glanced behind him.

Li Fan stood there with his arms folded. But the ice cubes that have just been crushed are just ordinary ice cubes. What Li Fan left behind just now was an afterimage, and his energy was condensed on it, so it was frozen. But in an instant, the energy dissipated, and although the ice sculpture froze out, the person had already disappeared.

"Roar!"

No. 9 roared wildly, kicked his feet again, the ground shattered, and he was in front of Li Fan in an instant, and bit Li Fan directly with his mouth!

Li Fan stretched out his hands, grabbed No. 9's mouth, threw him over and smashed him to the ground.

Li Fan's own strength has already surpassed the holy level. After the number nine evolved, he has the power of the holy level, and he doesn't know any martial arts, so he still can't help Li Fan.

"You are too young!"

As Li Fan said, a dragon broken hand directly penetrated No. 9's steel-like skin, inserted it at the position of his heart, and pinched No. 9's heart directly. Because the game cannot kill people, Li Fan did not take out No. 9's heart. And he believed that with the vitality of No. 9, even if the heart was pulled out, he would not necessarily die!

After all, he is a reformed person, he is different from ordinary people!

Li Fan just pinched No. 9's heart and poured his energy into it, causing No. 9's heartbeat to stop for five seconds.

This is more effective than pointing at No. 9's acupuncture points, and No. 9's body stiffens immediately. Li Fan immediately picked up his body and threw him out of the ring!