Chapter 825: Eight Character True Saying (Part Four)

m, under no circumstances should he be impulsive. Facing such a devilishly alluring figure, he forcefully suppressed the surging impulse within him, and then said in a serious tone: "Stop standing bes..."Oh A white person" Ye Fan's mouth twitched slightly into a smile.

This was indeed beyond Ye Fan's expectations. Judging from their performance, they had clearly undergone rigorous training. Otherwise, it would be impossible for so many people to move together without making a sound.

Ye Fan looked at the soldiers in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly. Because they all had bulging waists, indicating that there were weapons hidden inside, it was clear that they had come prepared.

Ye Fan knew that unlike the previous group of thugs led by Ma Ge, this group of soldiers had meticulously prepared themselves. Their firepower would be stronger, and their methods more ruthless. If ordinary people were cornered like this, they could easily imagine the consequences.

However, what puzzled Ye Fan was that he didn't recognize any of these people at all. They were all unfamiliar faces. Ye Fan had a photographic memory; as long as he had seen someone or something, he could usually recall it. But when he quickly went through these people in his mind, he came up empty-handed. He had never seen these white people in Linhai before.

"Not someone from the coastal region Soldiers from other countries" Ye Fan's lips curled into a slight smile. It seemed like things were getting interesting.

"You are Ye Fan" A man who looked like an officer stepped forward from the ranks and addressed Ye Fan.

Ye Fan knew that this person was probably the leader of these burly men. The aura emanating from him was noticeably stronger than others, and his steady gait indicated a strong foundation, suggesting he was an expert in internal martial arts.

Ye Fan carried his big sword onto his back and said, "It seems like you guys were prepared for this. Can you tell me who sent you here"

The man shook his head and said, “Yes, but that depends on whether you have the ability to make me tell you.”

Ye Fan said with interest, "Oh You mean that you'll tell me everything if I beat all of you Then what are we waiting for, just get started!" Ye Fan seemed quite impatient.

The men under him were furious and rushed forward to teach this arrogant fellow a lesson, but the man simply waved his hand, stopping his men's impulsiveness. He stared at Ye Fan and said: "I heard you are very capable, so I came. Let me introduce myself first, so that even in death, you will know who killed you. My name is Smith. I believe you should have heard of it"

Ye Fan nodded and said, "I know." He knew Smith because of Tutu. Tutu had told Ye Fan that there was a teacher named Smith among his instructors. Smith was a white man from Yellow Grass Country. He trained a group of thirty elite soldiers whose combat power was astonishing. Their best record was when these thirty people went to Egypt for an assassination mission and killed the tribal elder there. However, they were surrounded. Instead of panicking, they used their team's strength and fought their way out with thirty people, and afterwards, not a single one of them died!

This just shows the terrifying combat power of this death squad!

But later, this Smith, just like Tutu, had already left the Dark Ghost and was said to have come to Huaxia to develop. However, he never expected to meet this person at Linhai.

Ye Fan withdrew a trace of disdain from his eyes. If these thirty death squad members were to attack together, it would indeed bring him some trouble, especially since they clearly had heavy weapons on them, while Ye Fan only had a knife at the time.

"I heard you're quite skilled, so I personally requested to be sent to find you. You should feel honored." Smith spoke fluent Chinese, like a native speaker.

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Ye Fan nodded, glanced at the time, it was already one o'clock. Sister Yanran was still waiting for him at home. He had to finish quickly.

He couldn't help but say impatiently, "Please hurry up, I'm in a rush."

Smith's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he burst into laughter. "You're quite an interesting fellow indeed. Well then, let's begin. Fists, legs, or weapons You choose." Smith said with a hearty air.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and said, "You mean you want to have a one-on-one match with me"

Smith said proudly, "Of course! That's the chivalry of our English gentlemen! As long as you can defeat me, my brother will absolutely not trouble you. How about that"

"Not bad!" Ye Fan thought to himself, what a fool. If it were me, I'd bring so many brothers here, no matter who you are, my brothers would all charge at you first, trample you to death before talking, go to your mother's knightly spirit!

"Mr. Ye Fan, have you chosen what you want to use" Smith was indeed a bold man. He seemed very confident in his own abilities and actually gave the initiative to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan let out a sly chuckle. "Since you're so generous, I won't be polite." He pointed to the butcher's cleaver strapped to his back and grinned, "See this divine weapon of mine It's called the Blood Frenzy Saber. Its blade has been imbued with the blood of two hundred and thirty-two skilled warriors. To die by this blade wouldn't dishonor your name."

Smith's eyes lit up when he heard Ye Fan's words, shooting out a hot beam of light, greedily looking at the big machete in Ye Fan's hand. However, strangely, with his eyesight, he couldn't tell what was different about the knife in Ye Fan's hand. On the surface, it looked somewhat similar to the butcher knives sold on the market. Could there be some mystery hidden within Smith's heart was filled with a mixture of vigilance and curiosity.

Ye Fan secretly smiled, look, look, even if you see through it, it's just an ordinary butcher knife. This was left by Ma Ge and his group just now. He casually picked it up to fix his nails.

Finally, Smith gave up on the idea of taking a closer look. He also pulled out a triangular military dagger from his body. Even though the parking lot lighting wasn't strong, it still gleamed.

Ye Fan's eyes narrowed, his intuition told him this was an excellent weapon. He didn't expect that just after returning to Linhai, someone couldn't wait to give him a suitable weapon. It was really good.

"My Swiss Army knife, forged from the latest high-grade steel, can pierce even the hardest diamond with ease. And seventy-two masters have fallen victim to this blade…"

"Ye Fan, however, grew impatient and shouted, “Mr. Smith, could we please begin”

Smith was enraged when he was interrupted mid-tale about his most prized weapon's glorious history. "Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!" he roared. With that, he let out a battle cry and charged towards Ye Fan.

Cheetah!

Suddenly, a leopard's shadow flashed in Ye Fan's mind. This Smith was incredibly fast, whether running or making a move. Although leopards are not as durable as tigers or powerful as lions, their speed is the fastest, even surpassing these two kings of beasts.

All martial arts in the world are broken only by speed! This is the eight-word true saying of Huo Yun, the Evil God, a master of his generation.nce, before anyone else could react, Miao Rou jumped down first. Ye Fan was afraid she was in danger, so he followed her down.But it doesn't matter if they don't jump. After jumping down, both of them...