Chapter 212

The perfect figure is outlined under the fiery red T-shirt.

Women's looks are extremely exquisite. Even the audience were stunned. One by one, they forgot to watch the game and stared at the woman's body.

The woman came slowly. She felt that strangers were not close. She went to Ye Fan, looked up and said coldly, "surrender, you are not my opponent."

"Just five Oh products, dare to be presumptuous?"

Ye Fan smiled lightly, with a joking expression on his face, and stared at the woman playfully.

Yes, the woman with impeccable figure and appearance has reached the state of five grades.

The most powerful killer is only the realm of ten products, which is enough to show that the young woman in front of her has become a little famous in the killer circle.

"You can see my strength?" The woman was slightly stunned. Some people couldn't believe it. They looked at Ye Fan and said in amazement.

"Yes, I can see not only your strength, but also your flaws." Ye Fan smiled and then said, "you are left-handed, but the muscles of your right hand are obviously weaker than those of your left hand, which proves that your right hand should have suffered some injuries, otherwise you can't hold weapons with your left hand. Your right hand is your first disadvantage."

"The second disadvantage is that your hair is covered. If you fight later, it will easily block your sight."

"Third, although you wear sports shoes, your sports shoes are more inclined to canvas shoes, and your jumping ability is not very strong. This is your third disadvantage."

Ye Fan said one by one, but his tone was very natural, as if it were a conclusion observed at a glance.

However, the woman at the other end of the challenge arena was directly stupid, because all her secrets were told by the young man in front of her.

Not long ago, when she was on a mission, she suffered a small injury to her right hand, so she couldn't hold a weapon.

It's such a small detail, which is completely seen by the other party.

Somehow, the woman began to feel a little flustered, took a few deep breaths and said calmly, "yes, I'm a thoughtful person, but I'll see if you can be so thoughtful again after a fight."

"OK, but I will lose. Yes, I don't think I need to participate in this challenge arena."

"Are you disdaining me?" The woman frowned at Dai YeFan's words.

It seems that for the man in front of her, victory is as simple as routine, and what makes her go too far is.

He seems to win if he wants to win and lose if he wants to lose. The arrogance emanating from his body doesn't pay attention to himself at all.

"Count the first half of contempt."

Ye Fan said faintly.

After the conversation, they went to the center of the challenge arena. The referee quickly separated them for a distance, then released their arms and whistled.

The moment it sounded, the woman became a mad dog, and suddenly there was a crescent moon knife in her hand. The crescent moon knife was not long, but half an arm.

However, the crescent moon knife is very sharp and emits bursts of cold under the sunlight.

In the blink of an eye, the woman rushed to Ye Fan, and the machete in her hand was also mercilessly cut off towards his neck.

"Too weak." Ye Fan looked at the woman's action with disdain. When her machete appeared in front of her, she rolled around and easily hid in the past.

See this.

A flash of shock flashed in the woman's eyes and stared at Ye Fan's seemingly simple operation.

You know, your speed is already recognized as a kind of speed in the Middle East.

However, the young man in front of him hid without effort?

Is this a little too fake?

"Hey, you're still struggling with something. In the few seconds you're distracted, you've already been killed by me." Ye Fan looked at the confused look of the woman and couldn't help frowning to remind her.

He had never seen anyone who dared to be distracted in battle.

If he hadn't disdained to participate in such competitions now, I'm afraid the woman in front of him would have lost by his knife.

"Oh, oh." The woman suddenly realized that she quickly picked up the machete and stabbed Ye Fan again.

Who knows, Ye Fan is like a loach, drilling around in the challenge arena. Each time, he skillfully untied the woman's attack, and even slapped the woman's ass.

In this scene, the angry woman was furious, but she couldn't catch him, so she had to stamp her feet in place.

The audience, however, had long been dumbfounded by the battle.

Because, from the beginning to the end, Ye Fan didn't attack in person. Like a loach full of mucus, he kept drilling around the game field.

They had never seen such a hiding method before, and they were a little confused for a while.

"Son of a bitch, you have the ability to stop for me. You can only run. What a man you are!" The woman's face was livid, staring angrily at Ye Fan and said.

"Hey, who said that the martial arts meeting must be fought? It's your ability. If you can't catch it, it's my ability. Why do you say I'm not like a man?"

Ye Fan digs his nose disdainfully and retorts contemptuously.

"You..." the woman clenched her lips angrily. She had never seen such a brazen person. She didn't dare to fight like a decent man.

Instead, like a thief fleeing from crime, he kept playing around with himself.

Even take this escape as a legitimate excuse.

"What are you? You can catch me." Ye Fan smiled and challenged the woman.

"Ah, don't run."

The woman shouted angrily and quickly walked towards Ye Fan. Her eyes lived his walking position. She believed that no matter who it was, she would make mistakes.

The young man in front of us made a mistake all of a sudden, or walked a little inappropriate.

As long as she found a chance, she could seize the young man and beat him hard to relieve her anger.

Finally, Ye Fan suddenly made a mistake in walking. The woman grabbed his arm with both hands and was ecstatic. She said with a bad smile: "Hey, loach, you have the ability to turn another one to me. It fell on my hand today. I have to let you taste what is powerful."

"Oh, really? I think you're just like that." Ye Fan was grabbed by a woman with both hands, but there was no sense of anxiety on his face. He said faintly.

"Hum, I'm going to die. I'll kill you today!"

With a cold hum, the woman raised her arm and hit the young man on the back, ready to beat him hard.

But as soon as her arm was lifted up, Ye Fan shouted, "referee, I surrender and can't win."