This was a well-prepared team battle, with full buffs and top-notch equipment. Every member had magical artifacts protecting them, and Lin Fan himself had cultivated the “Big Dipper Blood-Exploding Fist.” He was very confident about winning this time.
The battle began with a single strike!
Everyone became solemn. For them, this was likely the largest-scale team battle ever seen in the Guardian Realm.
The Rebel Army had risen quickly, becoming widely known in the Guardian Realm in a short time.
The Primordial Squad, on the other hand, was already the number one team in the Guardian Realm, having long since earned its reputation.
Each of its members was a prodigy from their respective clans, possessing immense strength that ordinary people could not hope to match.
In the eyes of the spectators, victory would most likely go to the Primordial Squad.
Although the Rebel Army was decent, compared to the Primordial Squad, they still lacked depth and experience.
Lin Fan and Hong Jingtian locked eyes, neither making the first move.
This was a well-prepared team battle, with all buffs in place and excellent equipment. Every member was protected by spiritual artifacts, and Lin Fan himself had refined the “North Star Blood Explosion Fist.” He was confident of victory this time.
The battle erupted in an instant!
Everyone became tense, as this was likely the largest-scale team battle in the history of the Guardian Lands.
The Rebel Army had risen quickly, becoming known throughout the Guardian Lands in a short time.
The Primordial Squad, on the other hand, had long been the most renowned team in the Guardian Lands.
Each of its members was a prodigy from their respective races, their strength far surpassing that of ordinary people.
In the eyes of the crowd, the Primordial Squad was the clear favorite to win.
Although the Rebel Army was impressive, they still fell short compared to the Primordial Squad in terms of depth and experience.
Lin Fan and Hong Jingtian locked eyes, neither making the first move.
This was a test of wills between two powerhouses before the real fight began.
Hong Jingtian’s expression shifted between seriousness and anger, as if he were trying to kill Lin Fan with his gaze.
Lin Fan, not to be outdone, made exaggerated facial expressions and licked his lips.
“Ah!”
A sudden scream shattered the tension.
Hong Jingtian turned his head, his face changing abruptly. He hadn’t expected the scream to come from his squad’s vice-captain, Qin Long.
A member of the Rebel Army looked at his fist, then at the man he had just knocked to the ground, and suddenly became ecstatic.
“Haha, the vice-captain of the Primordial Squad is no match for me! Take this!”
The Rebel Army member was overjoyed. When Qin Long had targeted him, he knew he was in trouble.
Qin Long was a renowned powerhouse, only slightly weaker than Hong Jingtian himself.
Now that Qin Long had been knocked down by a single punch, the Rebel Army member felt invincible. He stepped forward, mounted Qin Long, and rained down punches like a storm.
Qin Long felt like he wanted to die.
When he had punched the Rebel Army member, his supposedly indestructible fist had failed to even break a spiritual artifact. This was a devastating blow to him.
“How is this possible?” Hong Jingtian’s face changed as he saw this, but in that instant, a fist wind suddenly struck.
Hong Jingtian was startled and quickly turned his head.
“North Star Blood Explosion Fist!”
In Hong Jingtian’s eyes, a fist grew larger and larger until it slammed into his face with a loud bang.
A spray of blood erupted, staining the sky.
“Perfect, right in the face!” Lin Fan stepped back, clenched his fists, and threw a few punches into the air.
Lin Fan’s stance was like that of a boxer, his legs constantly shifting, dodging left and right.
Hong Jingtian felt his face covered in blood. He wiped it with his hand and saw the crimson stain.
“You… you…” Hong Jingtian couldn’t believe he had been punched and made to bleed. His face turned cold, and anger burned in his heart.
The onlookers were stunned by what they had just witnessed.
“What’s going on? The Primordial Squad seems to be struggling.”
“Yeah, Hong Jingtian got hit in the first punch. That blood on his face is terrifying.”
“Look at Qin Long! He’s being beaten by someone at the fourth level of the Heavenly Realm, with no chance to fight back.”
“This must be an illusion. The Primordial Squad is so strong; how could they lose to these small fries?”
“That Rebel Army member used to be our squad’s cook.”
“The times are changing; the world is truly turning upside down.”
…
“Hong Jingtian, show me your real strength. My fists are itching for a fight. I’m going to use a left hook on your left cheek next, so be ready.” Lin Fan jumped around, throwing punches into the air.
Bang!
“Left hook!”
In an instant, Lin Fan stepped forward and swung his left hand.
“Hmph, you’re asking for it.”
Hong Jingtian, furious, threw a punch to block Lin Fan’s left hook.
Bang!
Hong Jingtian’s eyes widened in disbelief.
His face seemed to explode as a burst of blood erupted.
“Hong Jingtian, you’re too naive. When I say left hook, it’s really a left hook.” Lin Fan waved his right hand.
Hong Jingtian was seething with anger. “You’re asking for death.”
Hong Jingtian was completely enraged. In all his years, he had never encountered such a situation.
In his youth, he had many fortuitous encounters, inheriting countless legacies. He had always been unstoppable, killing the strong and never even sparing a glance for the ancient race monarchs.
Now, a mere Rebel Army member was toying with him.
“How could Hong Jingtian be in such a state? He’s been hit twice, his face covered in blood and disfigured.”
“Who is this Lin Fan? How is he even a match for Hong Jingtian?”
“Look, Hong Jingtian is furious. This might end in bloodshed.”
“Yeah, when a powerhouse gets angry, bodies will pile up. Hong Jingtian is a true powerhouse.”
The crowd was shocked. They knew Hong Jingtian well—calm on the surface, but once angered, he was like a volcano erupting.
“Ho ho! Hong Jingtian, it’s time to unleash your Primordial Power.”
Lin Fan said.
Hong Jingtian, breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot, ignored the blood on his face and threw a punch. Though it contained no magical energy, it was a simple yet powerful strike, embodying the essence of martial arts.
“Hong Jingtian is truly Hong Jingtian. That punch is incredibly strong.”
“Rumors say Hong Jingtian received the true martial arts from the Supreme Martial Sage. Even an ordinary punch contains infinite variations. This punch proves the rumors true.”
“I wonder how Lin Fan will block this. It looks extremely dangerous.”
Lin Fan looked at Hong Jingtian’s punch and smiled. “Not bad, not bad. This punch contains infinite variations and the essence of martial arts. Hong Jingtian, your strength is indeed impressive. But unfortunately, you’ve met me.”
“Take this, left hook!”
“You bastard, you dare deceive me again!”
Hong Jingtian, furious, no longer trusted Lin Fan and directly punched toward Lin Fan’s right side.
“Bang!”
The punch was like a dragon, and the left hook fully unleashed its power.
“Ah!”
Hong Jingtian was sent flying, blood exploding everywhere, his face already unrecognizable.
The North Star Blood Explosion Fist was truly domineering, each punch landing with brutal force, ensuring a bloody outcome.
“You… you…” Hong Jingtian roared in anger, at a loss for words.
“Hong Jingtian, are you insulting me? When I say left hook, it’s definitely a left hook. How could you not believe me?” Lin Fan said with a look of grievance, as if deeply hurt by the lack of trust.
“If you’re a real man, get up and let’s fight three hundred rounds.”
The audience: “…”
Hong Jingtian’s gaze kept shifting, alternating between seriousness and fury, as if trying to kill Lin Fan with his eyes alone.
Naturally, Lin Fan wasn’t about to back down. He squinted and made faces, even licking his lips provocatively.
“Ahh!”
Suddenly, a scream shattered the calm.
Hong Jingtian turned his head, his expression instantly changing. He hadn’t expected the scream to come from Qin Long, the deputy leader of his own squad.
A member of the Rebel Army looked at his own fist, then at the figure lying on the ground before him, suddenly bursting into excitement.
“Ha! The deputy leader of the Primordial Squad couldn’t even handle a single punch from me. Take that!”
The Rebel Army member was ecstatic. When he had been targeted by Qin Long earlier, he had thought he was doomed.
After all, Qin Long was a well-known powerhouse—nearly as strong as Hong Jingtian himself.
Now, after landing a punch that sent Qin Long crashing to the ground, the Rebel member grew arrogant. He immediately stepped forward, straddling Qin Long and unleashing a flurry of punches like raindrops pounding relentlessly on Qin Long’s body.
At that moment, Qin Long wished he could just die.
When he had thrown his punch at the Rebel member, his seemingly unstoppable fist had failed to shatter even a single magical artifact. This was a heavy blow to Qin Long.
“This can’t be possible!” Hong Jingtian’s expression changed drastically when he saw this. But in an instant, a powerful fist strike suddenly came flying toward him.
Startled, Hong Jingtian quickly turned around.
“Big Dipper Blood-Exploding Fist!”
In Hong Jingtian’s eyes, a fist grew larger and larger before smashing straight into his face with a loud *bang*.
A spray of blood erupted into the air, staining the sky red.
“Perfect! Right in the face!” Lin Fan quickly stepped back, clenched his fist, and threw a few punches at the air.
At that moment, Lin Fan’s posture resembled that of a boxer, his legs sliding as he dodged left and right.
Hong Jingtian felt as if blood had splattered all over his face. He reached up and touched it, seeing red on his fingers.
“You… you!” Hong Jingtian couldn’t believe he had been hit so easily by an opponent. His face darkened, and fury burned in his heart.
The surrounding spectators were stunned by what they were witnessing.
“What’s going on? It seems like the Primordial Squad might actually be losing!”
“Yeah, Hong Jingtian got hit on the very first punch. That blood on his face is terrifying.”
“Look at Qin Long! He’s being beaten up by someone at the Fourth Heaven God Stage, and he can’t even fight back!”
“This must be an illusion. It has to be an illusion. The Primordial Squad is so strong—how could they possibly lose to these nobodies?”
“That Rebel Army member used to be a cook in our squad.”
“The world is changing. Truly changing.”
…
“Hong Jingtian, show me your real strength! My fists are getting restless. I’m about to use my left hook and punch your left cheek. Be ready!” Lin Fan hopped from side to side, swinging his fists at the air.
*Bang!*
“Left hook!”
In an instant, Lin Fan moved, swinging his left fist.
“Hmph! You’re asking for death!”
Hong Jingtian, furious, threw a punch to block Lin Fan’s left hook.
*Bang!*
Hong Jingtian’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief.
It felt as if his face had exploded. A burst of blood erupted violently.
“Hong Jingtian, you’re too naive. I said left hook, but did you really think it was going to be the left one?” Lin Fan said, waving his right hand.
Hong Jingtian burned with rage, barely able to contain his fury. “You’re asking for death!”
He was furious. In all his years of fighting, he had never faced such humiliation.
Since his youth, he had encountered countless lucky chances, obtaining numerous inheritances. His path had been smooth, defeating all who opposed him. Even ancient royal families had never intimidated him.
And now, a mere Rebel Army member was mocking him like this.
“How could Hong Jingtian be in such a state? He was hit twice, his face bloodied and unrecognizable.”
“Who exactly is this Lin Fan? Even Hong Jingtian can’t match him.”
“Look, Hong Jingtian is furious now. Someone might die this time.”
This was a well-prepared team battle, with all buffs in place, excellent equipment, and every member protected by spiritual artifacts. Lin Fan, in particular, had refined the “North Star Blood Explosion Fist,” and he was very confident about this victory.
The battle was about to erupt!
Everyone tensed up, as this was likely the largest-scale team battle in the history of the Guardian Lands.
The Rebel Army had risen quickly, becoming widely known throughout the Guardian Lands in a short time.
The Primordial Squad, on the other hand, had long been the most renowned team in the Guardian Lands.
Each of its members was a prodigy from various races, their strength far surpassing that of ordinary people.
In the eyes of many, the Primordial Squad was the clear favorite to win.
Although the Rebel Army was impressive, it still paled in comparison to the Primordial Squad in terms of depth and experience.
Lin Fan and Hong Jingtian locked eyes, neither making the first move.
This was a pre-battle test of strength between two powerful individuals.
Hong Jingtian’s expression shifted, alternating between seriousness and anger, as if he were trying to kill Lin Fan with his gaze.
Lin Fan, not to be outdone, raised his eyebrows and licked his lips.
“Ah!”
A scream suddenly shattered the silence.
Hong Jingtian turned his head, his face changing abruptly. He hadn’t expected the scream to come from his squad’s vice-captain, Qin Long.
A member of the Rebel Army looked at his fist, then at the man he had just knocked to the ground, and suddenly became extremely excited.
“Haha, the vice-captain of the Primordial Squad is no match for me. I’ll take him down!”
This Rebel Army member was ecstatic. When Qin Long had targeted him, he knew he was in trouble.
Qin Long was a renowned powerhouse, only slightly weaker than Hong Jingtian himself.
Now that Qin Long had been knocked down with a single punch, the Rebel Army member became utterly arrogant. He stepped forward, mounted Qin Long, and rained down punches like a storm.
Qin Long felt like he wanted to die.
When he had punched the Rebel Army member, his supposedly indestructible fist couldn’t even break through a single spiritual artifact. This was a heavy blow to Qin Long.
“How is this possible?” Hong Jingtian’s face changed abruptly, but in that instant, a fist wind suddenly struck.
Hong Jingtian was startled and quickly turned his head.
“North Star Blood Explosion Fist.”
In Hong Jingtian’s eyes, a fist grew larger and larger, and with a loud “bang,” it struck his face.
A spray of blood erupted, staining the sky.
“Perfect, right on the face!” Lin Fan stepped back, clenched his fist, and threw a few punches into the air.
Lin Fan’s stance was like that of a boxer, his legs constantly shifting, dodging left and right.
Hong Jingtian felt as if his face was covered in blood. He touched it, and his hand came away crimson.
“You… you…” Hong Jingtian couldn’t believe he had been punched and made to bleed. His face turned cold, and anger burned in his heart.
The onlookers were completely stunned by what they had just witnessed.
“What’s going on? The Primordial Squad seems to be losing.”
“Yeah, Hong Jingtian got hit in the first punch. That blood on his face is terrifying.”
“Look at Qin Long, he’s being beaten by someone at the fourth level of the Divine Heaven Realm. He can’t even fight back.”
“This must be an illusion. The Primordial Squad is so strong, how could they lose to these small fries?”
“That Rebel Army member used to be our squad’s cook.”
“The times are changing, the times are really changing.”
…
“Hong Jingtian, show your true strength. My fists are itching. I’m going to use a left hook on your left cheek, so be ready.” Lin Fan jumped around, throwing punches into the air.
“Bang!”
“Left hook!”
In an instant, Lin Fan moved his feet and swung his left hand.
“Hmph, you’re asking for it.”
Hong Jingtian, furious, threw a punch to block Lin Fan’s left hook.
“Bang!”
Hong Jingtian’s eyes widened in disbelief.
His face seemed to explode, and a burst of blood sprayed out.
“Hong Jingtian, you’re too naive. When I said left hook, you really thought it was a left hook?” Lin Fan waved his right hand.
Hong Jingtian was seething with anger, unable to contain his rage. “You’re asking for death.”
Hong Jingtian was completely enraged. In all his years of battle, he had never encountered such a situation.
In his youth, he had countless encounters and inherited numerous legacies. His path had been smooth, defeating every strong opponent he faced. Even the ancient clan kings were nothing in his eyes.
Now, a small Rebel Army was mocking him like this.
“How could Hong Jingtian be so miserable? He’s been hit twice, and his face is covered in blood, completely disfigured.”
“Who is this Lin Fan? How is he even stronger than Hong Jingtian?”
“Look, Hong Jingtian is furious. This might end in bloodshed.”
“Yeah, when a strong person gets angry, corpses pile up. Hong Jingtian is a true powerhouse.”
The onlookers were shocked. They knew who Hong Jingtian was—calm on the surface, but once angered, he was like a volcano erupting.
“Hoho! Hong Jingtian, it’s time to unleash your Primordial Power.”
Lin Fan said.
Hong Jingtian, breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot, ignored the blood on his face and threw a punch. Though it didn’t contain any magical energy, the simplicity of the move carried immense power.
“Hong Jingtian is truly Hong Jingtian. This punch is so strong.”
“Rumors say Hong Jingtian received the true martial arts from the Supreme Martial Master. Even an ordinary punch contains endless transformations. This punch’s power proves the rumors true.”
“I wonder how Lin Fan will block this. It looks extremely dangerous.”
Lin Fan looked at Hong Jingtian’s punch and smiled. “Not bad, not bad. This punch contains endless transformations and the essence of martial arts. Hong Jingtian, your strength is impressive, but unfortunately, you’ve met me.”
“Take this, left hook!”
“You bastard, you dare deceive me again!”
Hong Jingtian, furious, no longer believed Lin Fan and directly punched toward Lin Fan’s right side.
“Bang!”
The punch was like a dragon, and the left hook fully erupted.
“Ah!”
Hong Jingtian was sent flying, blood exploding everywhere, his face completely disfigured.
The North Star Blood Explosion Fist was indeed domineering. Every punch landed with force, and one strike was enough to make you bleed profusely.
“You… you…” Hong Jingtian roared in anger, unable to find the words.
“Hong Jingtian, are you insulting me? When I say left hook, it’s a left hook. How could you not believe me?” Lin Fan said with a look of grief and indignation.
It was as if he was deeply hurt by someone not believing him.
“If you’re a man, get up and let’s fight three hundred rounds.”
The audience: “…”
Witnessing this, the crowd was shocked. They all knew who Hong Jingtian was—outwardly calm, but once enraged, like a volcanic eruption.
“Hahaha! Hong Jingtian, it’s time for you to unleash your Primordial Power!”
Lin Fan said.
Hong Jingtian breathed heavily, his eyes bloodshot. Ignoring the blood on his face, he threw a punch. Though it carried no magical energy, it was a manifestation of the ultimate Dao—every simple punch contained infinite power.
“Hong Jingtian truly deserves his reputation. That punch is incredible.”
“It’s said that Hong Jingtian received the true inheritance from the Supreme Martial Sage, mastering the essence of martial cultivation. Even a simple punch contains countless transformations. The power behind this strike proves the rumors true.”
“Who knows how Lin Fan will defend against this? I fear for his life.”
As Lin Fan watched Hong Jingtian’s punch, a smile curled on his lips.
“Not bad, not bad. This punch contains countless transformations, embodying the essence of martial cultivation. Hong Jingtian, your strength is indeed formidable. However, unfortunately for you, you met me.”
“Take this—left hook!”
“You damn bastard! You dare trick me again!”
Hong Jingtian roared in rage, unwilling to fall for Lin Fan’s trick again. He immediately threw a punch toward Lin Fan’s right side.
*Bang!*
A fist like a dragon surged forward, and the left hook exploded into full force.
“Ahh!”
Hong Jingtian was sent flying, blood exploding from his body, his face now completely unrecognizable.
The Big Dipper Blood-Exploding Fist was indeed overwhelmingly powerful—each punch landed with devastating force, guaranteeing a bloody explosion.
“You… you…” Hong Jingtian roared in fury, unable to find the words.
“Hong Jingtian, are you mocking me? I said left hook, and it was definitely going to be the left one. How could you not believe me?” Lin Fan said, feigning sadness and betrayal, as if deeply hurt by the lack of trust.
“If you’re a real man, get up! Let’s fight for three hundred rounds!”
The crowd: “…”
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