Chapter 735: Blood-Exploding Battle

This was a well-prepared team battle, with full buffs, excellent equipment, every member protected by a spiritual artifact, and he himself had refined the Big Dipper Blood-Exploding Fist. Lin Fan was very confident of victory this time.

The great battle was triggered in an instant!

Everyone became solemn. For them, this was probably the largest-scale team battle in the Guardian Land.

The Rebel Army had risen quickly, and in a short time, they had become known throughout the Guardian Land.

The Primordial Squad was also the long-renowned top squad of the Guardian Land.

Every member was a prodigy from various races, powerful and far beyond ordinary people.

In everyone's view, the final victor would surely be the Primordial Squad.

Although the Rebel Army was good, compared to the Primordial Squad, their foundation was still lacking.

Lin Fan and Hong Jingtian stared at each other, neither making a move.

This was the probing between experts before action.

Hong Jingtian's eyes shifted constantly, sometimes solemn, sometimes angry, as if he were trying to kill Lin Fan with his gaze.

Lin Fan, naturally not to be outdone, also winked and licked his lips.

"Ah!"

At that moment, a scream broke the calm.

Hong Jingtian turned to look, and his expression suddenly changed. He hadn't expected the scream to come from the squad's vice-captain, Qin Long.

A member of the Rebel Army looked at his fist, then at the man he had knocked to the ground with a single punch, and suddenly became extremely excited.

"Haha, the vice-captain of the Primordial Squad is no match for me. Take this!"

This Rebel Army member was exceptionally thrilled. When Qin Long had set his sights on him, he knew he was in for trouble.

Qin Long was a renowned expert; even compared to Hong Jingtian, he was only slightly weaker.

Now that Qin Long had been knocked down with one punch, the member naturally became wildly arrogant. He stepped forward, straddled Qin Long, and rained down a flurry of punches like raindrops on Qin Long's body.

Qin Long felt like dying.

When he had punched the Rebel Army member, his own indestructible fist couldn't even shatter a spiritual artifact. This was a heavy blow to Qin Long.

"How is this possible?" Hong Jingtian's expression changed drastically at the sight, but in an instant, a fist wind suddenly struck.

Hong Jingtian was startled and quickly turned around.

"Big Dipper Blood-Exploding Fist."

In Hong Jingtian's eyes, a fist grew larger and larger, and with a bang, it slammed into his face.

A spray of blood shot out, staining heaven and earth.

"Good, right in the face!" Lin Fan quickly retreated, clenched his fist, and punched the air a few times.

At this moment, Lin Fan's posture was like a boxer's, his legs sliding back and forth as he dodged left and right.

Hong Jingtian felt his face covered in blood. He touched it with his hand and saw a smear of red.

"You... you." Hong Jingtian hadn't expected to be punched until he bled. His expression turned cold, and anger burned in his heart.

The onlookers were stunned by what they saw.

"What's going on? The Primordial Squad seems to be losing."

"Yeah, Hong Jingtian got hit on the first punch. The blood on his face is terrifying."

"Look at Qin Long, being ridden and beaten by someone at the fourth level of Divine Heaven, with no room to resist."

"This must be an illusion, definitely an illusion. The Primordial Squad is so strong, how could they lose to these small fries?"

"That Rebel Army member used to be a cook in our squad."

"The times are changing. They really are changing."

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"Hong Jingtian, show me what you've got. My fists are itching for action. I'm going to use a left hook and hit your left cheek, so be prepared." Lin Fan hopped left and right, punching the air with whooshing sounds.

Bang!

"Left hook."

In an instant, Lin Fan moved his feet and swung his left hand.

"Hmph, you're asking for death."

Hong Jingtian's face flushed with anger. He threw a punch to block Lin Fan's left hook.

Bang!

Hong Jingtian's eyes flew wide open in disbelief.

His face seemed to explode, a mass of blood bursting forth.

"Hong Jingtian, you're too naive. I said left hook, and you actually believed it was a left hook?" Lin Fan waved his right hand and said.

Hong Jingtian was burning with rage, unable to contain his fury. "You're asking for death."

Hong Jingtian was completely enraged. In all his years, when had he ever encountered such a situation?

In his youth, he had encountered many fortuitous events, received countless inheritances, and had always had smooth sailing, killing the strong as he encountered them. He had developed to the point where he even looked down on the ancient clan lords.

Now, a mere Rebel Army was toying with him like this.

"How can Hong Jingtian be so miserable? Two punches landed, his face is covered in blood and completely disfigured."

"Who is this Lin Fan? Even Hong Jingtian is no match for him."

"Look, Hong Jingtian is furious. This time, someone might die."

"Yeah, when a strong man gets angry, corpses litter the ground. Hong Jingtian is a true strong man."

The crowd was shocked. They knew what kind of person Hong Jingtian was—outwardly calm, but once angered, he erupted like a volcano.

"Whoosh whoosh! Hong Jingtian, it's time for you to unleash your primordial power."

Lin Fan said.

Hong Jingtian panted with rage, his eyes bloodshot. Ignoring the blood on his face, he threw a punch. Though it contained no magical power, simplicity was the ultimate sophistication. At his level of cultivation, even an ordinary punch contained infinite strength.

"Hong Jingtian is indeed Hong Jingtian. This punch is incredibly strong."

"It's said that Hong Jingtian received the true transmission of the Supreme Martial Lord, obtaining true martial arts. Even an ordinary punch contains countless variations. Judging by the force of this punch, the rumor is not false."

"I wonder how Lin Fan will block this. In my opinion, it's extremely dangerous."

Lin Fan watched Hong Jingtian's punch and a smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "Not bad, not bad. This punch has countless variations and contains the essence of martial arts. Hong Jingtian, your strength is indeed impressive. But unfortunately, you've run into me."

"Take this—left hook!"

"You bastard, you dare deceive me again!"

Hong Jingtian was furious. How could he believe Lin Fan again? He threw a punch directly at Lin Fan's right side.

"Bang!"

The punch was like a dragon, and the left hook fully erupted.

"Ah!"

Hong Jingtian was knocked flat, blood exploding, his face already unrecognizable.

This Big Dipper Blood-Exploding Fist was truly domineering—every punch hit flesh, and one punch guaranteed a massive blood explosion.

"You... you." Hong Jingtian roared in fury, at a loss for words.

"Hong Jingtian, are you insulting me? I said left hook, so it must be a left hook. How could you not believe me?" Lin Fan said with a look of grief and indignation.

As if he were deeply hurt by someone not trusting him.

"If you're a real man, get up and let's fight three hundred rounds."

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