This was a well-prepared team battle, with complete buffs, top-notch equipment, and every member protected by magical artifacts. Lin Fan himself had even refined the “Big Dipper Blood-Explosion Fist.” He was very confident about winning this battle.
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 rapidly, becoming widely known in the Guardian Realm in a short time.
The Primordial Squad, on the other hand, was already the most renowned team in the Guardian Realm, having earned its reputation over many years.
Each of its members was a prodigy from their respective races, possessing formidable strength unmatched by ordinary people.
In the eyes of the spectators, the Primordial Squad was naturally expected to emerge victorious.
Although the Rebel Army was decent, compared to the Primordial Squad, their foundation and experience were still far inferior.
Lin Fan and Hong Jingtian locked eyes, neither making the first move.
This was a moment of silent testing between two powerful warriors before the battle began.
Hong Jingtian’s gaze kept shifting—sometimes serious, sometimes furious—as if trying to kill Lin Fan with his eyes.
Lin Fan, of course, refused to be outdone. He made faces, even licking his lips provocatively.
“Ahhh!”
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 vice-captain of his own squad.
A member of the Rebel Army looked at his own fist, then at the figure he had just knocked down with a single punch, and suddenly became extremely excited.
“Hahahaha! The vice-captain of the Primordial Squad couldn’t even handle my punch. Take that!”
The Rebel Army member was ecstatic. When he had been targeted by Qin Long, he had thought he was doomed.
After all, Qin Long was a famously powerful warrior—only slightly weaker than Hong Jingtian himself.
Now, Qin Long had been knocked down with just one punch. Overcome with arrogance, the Rebel member immediately stepped forward, straddling Qin Long and pummeling him with a flurry of punches, like raindrops hammering down.
At this moment, Qin Long wished he were dead.
When he had struck that Rebel member with a punch he thought was unbreakable, his indestructible fist had failed to shatter even a magical artifact. This was a heavy blow to Qin Long.
“This can’t be possible!” Hong Jingtian’s face changed in shock at the sight. But in an instant, a powerful fist wind suddenly surged toward him.
Hong Jingtian was startled and quickly turned around.
“Big Dipper Blood-Explosion Fist!”
In Hong Jingtian’s eyes, a fist grew larger and larger. With a loud *bang*, it smashed straight into his face.
A jet of blood sprayed out, staining the heavens red.
“Nice one! Right in the face!” Lin Fan quickly stepped back, clenched his fist, and swung a few punches at the air.
At that moment, Lin Fan’s posture resembled that of a boxer, his legs sliding, dodging left and right.
Hong Jingtian felt as if blood had splattered all over his face. He reached up and touched it—his hand came away covered in red.
“You… you…” Hong Jingtian couldn’t believe he had been punched so hard that he bled. His face darkened, and fury burned in his heart.
The surrounding spectators were stunned by the scene unfolding before them.
“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 by someone who’s only at the fourth level of Divine Heaven, without even a chance to fight back!”
“This must be an illusion. It’s definitely an illusion. The Primordial Squad is so powerful—how could they possibly lose to these small fry?”
“That Rebel Army member used to be a cook in our squad.”
“The world is changing. The world is truly changing.”
…
“Hong Jingtian, show me your real strength. My fists are already itching for a fight. Next, I’m going to use my left hook on your left cheek—be ready!” Lin Fan hopped around, swinging his fists forward aggressively.
*Bang!*
“Left hook!”
In an instant, Lin Fan moved, swinging his left hand.
“Hmph! You’re asking for death!”
Hong Jingtian, furious, threw a punch to block Lin Fan’s left hook.
*Bang!*
Hong Jingtian’s eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.
It felt as if his face had exploded. A burst of blood erupted violently.
“Hong Jingtian, you’re too inexperienced. I said left hook, and you actually believed it was the left hook?” Lin Fan said, waving his right hand.
Hong Jingtian burned with rage. He couldn’t contain his fury. “You’re asking for death!”
Hong Jingtian was truly furious. In all his years, he had never faced such humiliation.
Since his youth, he had encountered countless fortuitous opportunities, obtaining countless inheritances. His path had always been smooth, overcoming every obstacle, defeating every powerful enemy. Even ancient monarchs of the clans had never intimidated him.
Yet now, a mere member of the Rebel Army was mocking him like this.
“How could Hong Jingtian be so badly beaten? He’s already been hit twice. His face is covered in blood, completely disfigured!”
“Who exactly is this Lin Fan? How could even Hong Jingtian be no match for him?”
“Look, Hong Jingtian is furious now. This time, someone might actually die.”
“Yeah, when a true powerhouse gets angry, a hundred thousand corpses may fall. Hong Jingtian is a true powerhouse.”
Witnessing this scene, the crowd was shocked. They all knew who Hong Jingtian was—outwardly calm, but when he truly lost his temper, it was 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 simple yet profound move. At his level, even an ordinary punch contained boundless force.
“Hong Jingtian truly deserves his reputation. That punch is incredibly strong.”
“It’s said that Hong Jingtian inherited the ultimate martial cultivation techniques from the Great Sage of Martial Arts, mastering the true essence of martial cultivation. Even a simple punch contains infinite transformations. This punch is clearly living up to the rumors.”
“I wonder how Lin Fan will defend against this. It looks extremely dangerous.”
As Hong Jingtian’s punch came flying, Lin Fan’s lips curled into a smile. “Not bad, not bad. This punch contains infinite transformations and embodies the essence of martial cultivation. Hong Jingtian, your strength is indeed formidable. But, unfortunately for you, you’ve met me.”
“Take this—left hook!”
“You bastard! You dare trick me again!”
Hong Jingtian roared in anger. He would never 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 with full force.
“Ahhhh!”
Hong Jingtian was sent flying, blood exploding from his face, completely disfigured.
Indeed, the Big Dipper Blood-Explosion Fist was incredibly ruthless—each punch landed with devastating force, guaranteeing a bloody explosion.
“You… you…” Hong Jingtian roared furiously, at a loss for words.
“Hong Jingtian, are you mocking me? I said left hook, and it *will* be a left hook. How could you not believe me?” Lin Fan said with a look of sorrow and indignation, 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 audience: “…”
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