675: C675 Mysterious Figure

C675 Mysterious Figure

"What?"

Hearing this, the dozen or so people were stunned, as if they thought they had heard wrongly.

Ye Ling sneered and said: "You did not hear wrongly, I told you to attack together, did you hear me? Hurry up, my time is very precious, I don't have time to play around with you guys. "

"Kid!" Aren't you being a little too arrogant? "

The man with the cigar in his mouth snorted and stared coldly at Ye Ling as he said, "Don't think that you can be so arrogant just because you won ten consecutive victories in the fist arena. I'm not afraid to tell you, everyone here has some achievements in the black fist arena. Even your opponent, Wild King, needs to be taken seriously."

"Are you done?"

Ye Ling took a long drag on his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt onto the ground and stomped it out with his foot. Then he said lightly, "You can start attacking now. I'll give you 10 seconds to think about it. Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

"You!"

When the man saw Ye Ling like this, his face turned livid with anger and his body started to tremble uncontrollably.

Ye Ling naturally did not care about his feelings. He started the countdown on his own: "10, 9, 8, 7 …"

"Bastard!"

Seeing this, the man was finally unable to endure anymore. He threw a punch towards Ye Ling's face.

"Don't hit me in the face. Didn't your mom teach you such basic logic?" Ye Ling saw through the opponent's intention to attack and his face turned cold. He suddenly stretched out a hand with a speed so fast that it was hard for the naked eye to catch it.

"Pah!"

With a crisp sound, countless people's hearts skipped a beat. They were extremely shocked to see the figure that was sent flying, as well as the spiral of blood that flew through the air.

"Ah!

With a blood-curdling scream, the cigar man was sent spinning a few rounds in the air before finally landing heavily on the ground. Half of his face was swollen to the point where it was high, and white teeth were broken into pieces.

As for the cigar, it had long since flown dozens of meters away.

"I'll give you one more chance. Do you want to come together or do you want to come one by one?"

Ye Ling moved the joints of his hands and said lightly.

More than ten people were scared to the point that their scalps went numb when they saw Ye Ling being so merciless. Zhang Xuan felt as though he was about to retreat.

However, when he thought of the dozen of people that had come to challenge Ye Ling and then ran away without a fight, wouldn't he become a laughingstock wherever he went in the future?

As he thought of this, the fear in his heart dispersed, and his expression became resolute.

"Don't be afraid brothers, he's only one person. We have more than ten people, and each of us can punch him until he's unconscious!"

"You're right! Since he said to let us attack together, then let's not be polite! "

As soon as he said this, some people echoed him. They braced themselves and rushed towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling sneered. In his eyes, these dozen people were no different from clowns. They could be easily killed without much effort.

"Ah!" "Ye Ling, go to hell!"

At this moment, a person rushed forward and sent a hand blade at Ye Ling. Like his neck, more than ten people behind him also rushed forward, as if they wanted to suppress him in numbers.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers in the crowd couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

In their eyes, Ye Ling's actions were too crazy. Even though Ye Ling was able to achieve a ten win streak in one day, since many people did not see it with their own eyes, they did not believe it too much.1

What's more, even if Ye Ling had the ability to win ten consecutive victories in one day, there were more than a dozen boxers in front of him who had a winning record. Being able to win ten consecutive victories was not the same as dealing with ten people at the same time.

Just when everyone thought that Ye Ling would suffer, they suddenly heard a "Pa!" With a crisp sound, the air turned silent. Everyone looked at Ye Ling's slap in shock. Then, their pupils gradually contracted as their mouths widened, almost dropping their jaws to the ground.

He saw that Ye Ling's attacking methods did not change at all when facing the dozen or so people coming at him. They were all simple and crude slaps, and each slap was faster than the opponent's attack. His speed was so fast that there were only afterimages.

"Pah!" Pow! "Pah!"

The sounds rang out in succession, and more than ten crisp sounds rang out. Along with the figures that were sent flying, more than ten of them were lying on the ground wailing. A simple slap caused the ten fighters with a winning streak to not be able to fight back at all.

This kind of shock, in the eyes of the onlookers, undoubtedly created a strong impact.

As the saying goes, two fists cannot fight against four hands. However, Ye Ling used his actions today to tell them that not only can two fists fight against four hands, but also six hands fight against eight hands fight against ten hands...

"Hiss —"

Ye Ling gasped and rubbed his palms in mock pain. He grumbled, "You guys have such thick skin. You hit my hand until it hurts."

The dozen people were already in a muddled state. Hearing Ye Ling's words, they instantly felt an extreme sense of humiliation. With their eyes wide open, they fainted on the spot.

"..."

Everyone looked at Ye Ling as their bodies trembled.

This was simply killing them to their hearts' content!

"Alright, alright. The liveliness has been watched. Everyone disperse. Don't surround my society. It's not good."

Ye Ling waved his hand and said in a lazy voice. Then, he turned around and walked inside the door.

Suddenly, Ye Ling frowned and stopped in his tracks. He had a strange premonition in his heart.

The spectators all thought Ye Ling had something else to say when they saw him stop. They all shut their mouths and waited quietly. For a moment, the air was very quiet. In the environment of so many people, it was strangely quiet.

"Duk Duk Duk —"

Suddenly, unhurried footsteps could be heard. It was extremely clear in this quiet environment.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound. They saw a figure wearing a huge black robe, whose face could not be seen, walking over slowly. The direction he was facing was the direction Ye Ling left in.

At the same time the footsteps sounded, the premonition in Ye Ling's heart became more intense. He slowly turned around and looked at the figure shrouded in a black robe. He did not say anything.

At the same time, the person also stopped and stood there silently for a long time. Then, he raised his head, and the two sharp gazes hidden under the black cloak swept out, as if it could pierce into one's soul.

"Ye Ling."

Finally, the figure opened his mouth and let out a deep and magnetic voice.

"I look forward to fighting you. Don't let me down."

After speaking, that person lowered his head again, and as countless gazes were cast, he directly left.

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