609: C609 What Is a Fist

C609 What Is a Fist

When the green-robed middle-aged man heard Ye Xiaofan's words, he was shocked: "How did he see through my strength!"

His strength was actually at the fifth level of Immortality and the rest of his subordinates were all at the third or fourth level as well.

"Boss, why are you wasting your breath on them? That rotten brat must be guessing randomly. Just kill him and it'll be fine."

"That's right, a team made up of their little kid, a few old men, and a skinny young man. I, your father, can defeat them all by myself!"

"Who cares who they are, in any case, we are from the Mercenary Legion. So what if we kill them?!"

When the green-robed middle-aged man's underling behind him heard Ye Xiaofan's words, he immediately muttered unhappily. He looked at Ye Xiaofan and the others with eyes filled with disdain.

All these Mercenary Legion, they have been out all year round, making cuts and drinking blood. How could they put Ye Xiaofan and the others in their eyes?

Most of the people on Ye Xiaofan's side were young and had skin that was better than others. After them were a few old men, as well as two middle-aged men, Jian Nanxuan and Cang Ce.

The one with the best skin was Ye Xiaofan. Such a team, as the one that crawled out of the pile of corpses, who would care about them.

"Humph. You all are courting death. If you all wish to die, then I shall grant you that wish."

Ye Xiaofan snorted coldly. He felt that there was no need to continue wasting words with this group of scumbags, so he immediately raised his left hand.

"Lord Xiao, there's no need to trouble you to deal with this group of trash. Let me do it!"

Cang Yangze walked out from behind him and stared at the person in front of him coldly.

"Fine, you can go."

Ye Xiaofan thought about it for a while and felt that it was right to let Cang Yangze, the level seven Immortality, take action.

"Alright!"

"Crack!"

"Crackle!"

After Cang Yangze received Ye Xiaofan's permission, a heroic smile appeared on his face. He took a step forward, clenched his fist, and shook his body. His whole body let out a crisp sound, appearing extremely explosive.

"Tsk, little trick, who doesn't know how to play it?"

"Brothers, let's go, let the other side see what a fist really is."

The green-robed middle-aged man was not intimidated by Cang Yangze. He smiled contemptuously and waved his hand at the subordinate behind him.

"Alright, boss!"

"Crack!"

"Crack, crack, crack …"

The people from the Iron Wolf Mercenary Legion all stopped what they were doing and gathered around. Every single one of them clenched their fists and trembled their bodies, letting out a crackling sound as they looked at Ye Xiaofan and the others complacently.

"Shua!"

A strong wind blew across his face, causing it to hurt. Cang Yangze disappeared and instantly appeared in the crowd.

"Bang, bang, bang …"

"Ahhh …

The people from the Iron Wolf Mercenary Legion hadn't been complacent for long before they were all sent flying. Like countless artillery shells, they flew in all directions, releasing miserable shrieks one after another.1

In less than five breaths, Cang Yangze had already destroyed the person with Iron Wolf's Mercenary Legion.

"Lord Xiao."

Cang Yangze didn't even turn around. He went back to Ye Xiaofan confidently and confidently.

"Tell me, what is a fist?"

Ye Xiaofan waved his fist and said with a faint smile as he looked at the green-robed middle-aged man in front of him.

"Good …" "How terrifying!"

The green-robed middle-aged man looked at his fallen subordinates and immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

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