"Jian Ming is extremely nimble. This fatty looks really clumsy and he shouldn't be his opponent."
"That might not be the case. This fatty knows that Jian Ming is nimble. I've seen him fight but he still came up. What does that mean?" Someone retorted.
"That's true. Why would he go up knowing that he isn't his opponent? Since he went up, then he definitely has a way to deal with it." The eyes of the person from before lit up.
Jian Ming looked at the fatty. The fatty just gave an honest smile.
He had that kind of silly smile, simple and honest, but he looked ferocious. He was a ferocious fatty, and this kind of silly smile made people feel terrified.
Jian Ming looked at the fatty and didn't say a word.
"You had a good time beating up my brother!" The fatty opened his mouth.
"Your brother?" Jian Ming was stunned.
"An Jin is my brother. My name is An Da." The fatty said.
It wasn't just Jian Ming who was surprised. Many people were also surprised. An Jin looked quite handsome, but it was hard to imagine that this fatty was An Jin's brother.
"He deserves to be beaten!" Jian Ming said.
"Then let's begin. You should fight too." The fatty said and then walked towards Jian Ming.
The battle began!
Jian Ming took the initiative to attack. His sword drew a nimble, snake-like image as it stabbed towards Big Fatty.
Peng!
The fatty stomped down with his feet, causing the entire world to tremble. The gigantic sword in his hand swept out horizontally.
There was no technique to this sweep.
This was how most people felt.
When Qin Chuan saw this, he was stunned. That was because the big fatty had actually grasped the concept of 'Great Ingenuity Does Not Work, Great Ingenuity Looks Clumsiness'.
Although the fatty looked clumsy, he was actually very nimble. The speed at which he attacked at close range was shocking.
Peng!
The fatty's sword struck Jian Ming's sword and caused him to retreat. At this moment, the fatty casually took a step forward and the sword in his hand swept out once more.
It was such a simple move.
However, Jian Ming couldn't dodge it.
Many people didn't understand. Everyone had seen Jian Ming's nimbleness but now he was being suppressed by the fatty's clumsy movements.
Moreover, he was being beaten badly.
"What is going on? Jian Ming did it on purpose? "
"Go and let him beat you until you vomit blood!"
At this moment, Jian Ming had been beaten to the point of vomiting blood.
"What do you know? This fatty isn't simple. Jian Ming's aura has been suppressed by him, and if you look closely, the fatty's speed is terrifyingly fast in a small area. His moves aren't as simple as they seem. This is the simplicity of the Great Dao. His simplicity of the Great Dao is already at a very high level."
The fatty spun around and attacked again and again. Jian Ming had already coughed out several mouthfuls of blood. In the end, he unwillingly admitted defeat.
The fat man laughed proudly, "Coward!"
This was what Jian Ming had said to provoke his brother. Now, he was returning it.
Jian Ming's expression was unsightly, but there was nothing he could do. The winner was the king, and the loser was the thief. If you lost, you had no right to speak, and no one would look at you.
The big fatty stood on top. Another two men from the Jian Family went up.
However, they were all easily defeated by the big fatty.
The fatty had already won three rounds, but he had no intention of going down.
At this time, the fatty suddenly looked towards Qinchuan.
"You, kid! If you have the guts, come up and fight me!" The fatty shouted loudly.
Qinchuan was startled. This fatty wanted to challenge him? He was sure that the fatty was challenging him, but how did he know him? Very quickly, he understood that this was arranged by the Saint Son.
Qinchuan stood up.
"Be careful!" Lang Yuan said softly.
Qinchuan intimately kissed her nose before walking towards the martial stage.
Lang Yuan's face was slightly red. After all, many people were looking at her.
At this time, many people realized that there was actually a devastatingly beautiful woman here. She was truly as beautiful as a fairy, especially that transcendent aura. That pair of eyes that had been washed clean of all worldly affairs, that was her aura. But now, her face was red. That kind of allure was needless to say.
The Saint Son looked at Lang Yuan with deep greed in his eyes. This girl was even more beautiful than her mother. He looked at Qinchuan with dense killing intent.
Qinchuan was walking when he felt the killing intent. He turned his head and met the Saint Son's gaze.
The Saint Son had a smile on his face, but Qinchuan could clearly see the overflowing killing intent.
Qinchuan, on the other hand, gave him a faint smile.
The Saint Son was slightly taken aback. Qinchuan gave him a very special feeling. This was a seemingly harmless young man, but his natural aura was especially attractive. He also had a pair of eyes that made even the Saint Son jealous. His eyes were too beautiful, clear, and attractive.
Qinchuan walked onto the martial stage.
"Who is this? Why is the fatty challenging him? "
"I know, he's from Lang Yuan Sacred Gate."
"Oh, I understand now. Isn't Lang Ji from Lang Yuan Sacred Gate?"
"The previous Saint Son, no wonder. What a pity, Lang Ji's ability is much stronger than the current Saint Son. What a pity."
"Yes, he was too careless. Lang Ji didn't expect the opponent to be so deranged. Moreover, the Saint Son had tacit approval."
"Saint Son, some people say that the current Saint Son is the illegitimate son of the Saint Son. Lang Ji's loss wasn't unjust."
"Is this true or not?" Someone was curious.
"Don't be curious. Curiosity kills. If you believe it, then it's true. If you don't, then it's true. Just listen and don't ask around. Don't blame me if you get beaten to death."
…
Now, Qinchuan understood. It seemed like he had to fight this battle properly.
"Brat, I'll give you a chance. Leave that lady and scram far away." The fatty said to Qinchuan.
Qinchuan sneered at the fatty. This fellow was really fat and looked like he was made of steel.
"Cut the crap. Are you going to fight or not?" Qinchuan said.
"Brat, you're very arrogant!" The fatty wasn't angry.
The battle began!
Qin Chuan smiled as he looked at the fatty, the Forging God Sword in his hand striking out.
The eyes of the surrounding people lit up.
The sword was like a swimming dragon, but it was very violent.
It was fast, profound, yet simple, violent, and direct.
Boom!
The fatty looked at Qinchuan mockingly. Then, he smashed down from above.
There was a huge tremor and the sound seemed to reverberate in the bodies of the surrounding people.
But when they saw the scene on the martial stage, they were all stunned.
Qinchuan stood there, not moving at all.
The fatty sat far away, looking extremely miserable. His face was pale, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.
Qinchuan smiled at the fatty.
Competing with his physique was simply courting death. The fatty's physique wasn't bad, and his biggest asset was his huge body.
Looking at Qinchuan walking over, the fatty's huge body trembled.
Others might not know, but he was very clear that the collision just now was like being hit by a small mountain. Even now, he still couldn't move.
If he accidentally killed him in close combat … who would he cry to?