C91 Three vs one hundred and twenty-three (2/2)

After all, this was related to the face of the Internal Sect. As a mere disciple, if he wanted to fight with an elder of the entire Internal Sect, he already knew how difficult this would be.

”Enough, stop complaining. This is the way of the world. Being bullied is not because others are unreasonable, but because we are too weak.

If we were in Transcending Mortality Stage now, would they dare do such a thing? So, don't think about changing others, because it's impossible. The only thing that we can change is to become stronger, and only when we become stronger will others listen to what you have to say. ”

Wang Dashan nodded, seeing that there were already a hundred people on Stage 10, he clenched his fists and said: ”Big brother, let's go up!”

Bang!

Just as Wang Dashan stepped onto the stage, the two disciples by the side brandished their fists.

Yun Fan already knew that it would not be so easy, and the other party would not care about the rules. His body flashed, and both his fists knocked the two Internal Sect disciples flying.

The other side was about to break the rules and could give up the Challenger League, but he couldn't.

This time, Wang Dashan did not speak, and directly took out his sledgehammer. The cold wind stood behind Wang Dashan, and his eyes became ice-cold.

In an instant, all one hundred and twenty-three disciples surrounded him.

Below and around the stage, everyone's eyes were focused on arena number ten. Even though the several surrounding arenas had already begun, no one looked away.

Everyone knew that this match was the main point.

Three against one hundred and twenty-three.

This isn't a competition anymore, this is a gang fight. Even if they were to split the loot, each of them had to split the loot by forty.

Facing so many disciples, and even more so Internal Sect disciples, practically every single one of them was stronger than Wang Dashan and Leng Feng.

Yun Fan turned his head to look at Wang Dashan and Leng Feng who had serious expressions on their faces, and laughed: ”Leng Feng, Shan Zi. ”Follow me, and I'll take you into the next round.”

”Fuck, is there something wrong with your head!?”

”I can't even protect myself, and I still want to bring people into the next round. ”How arrogant!”

”This brat is really asking for a beating …”

One of the disciples who was standing opposite to him said half of his sentence, but suddenly realised that Yun Fan was already in front of him. Before he could even react, Yun Fan had already grabbed onto his arm.

The world began to spin, and as the two legs smashed into each other, they directly shattered.

However, this was not the end. A powerful force came, and his entire body smashed into the crowd. The person who had been hit flew out of the arena.

Yun Fan did not take out his sword, with his bare hands, his speed was extremely fast. He dashed into the crowd and grabbed anyone he saw. As soon as he caught one, he flung it casually into the air.

Wang Dashan and Leng Feng followed closely behind, and the disciples that were behind them were forced back by the hammers.

Leng Feng rarely made a move, but every time he did, there would be people screaming in pain.

They noticed that either their hand tendons were broken or their legs were broken. They became completely useless.

Everyone wanted to surround and attack him, but every time Yun Fan swung him, the area was too big for them to get close. What was even more terrifying was that as long as a disciple was hit, they would either fly out of the arena or fall to the ground and never get back up.