Chapter 825: Eight-Character True Words (Part 4)

way, Fan Ye, will we need to cooperate later""Huh Playing basketball with me, Ye Fan, and you still need to let us win Give it your all and see how I beat you." Ye Fan patted Song Dongye on the shoul..."Oh A white person" Ye Fan's mouth curled into a slight smile.

This was really beyond Ye Fan's expectations. Judging from these people's 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, it meant that something was hidden inside, obviously, they were prepared.

Ye Fan knew that unlike the men who had been with Marco just now, this group of soldiers had prepared meticulously. Their firepower would be fiercer, and their methods more ruthless. If ordinary people were blocked by them like this, one could easily imagine the outcome.

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. He quickly went over these people in his mind, but came up empty-handed. He had never seen these white people in Linhai before.

Not someone from the coastal area Soldiers from other countries Ye Fan's lips curled up slightly. It seems like things are getting interesting.

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

Ye Fan knew that this person was probably the leader of these big men, because the aura emanating from him was obviously heavier than others. And judging from his steady pace, he had a solid foundation and should be an internal martial arts master.

Ye Fan shouldered his broadsword backward and said, "It seems you've planned this well in advance. Could you tell me who sent you"

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

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

The men under him were furious and eager to rush forward and teach this arrogant fellow a lesson, but the man waved his hand, stopping his subordinates' impulsiveness. He stared at Ye Fan and said, "I heard you're very capable, so I came. Let me introduce myself first so that even in death, you'll know who killed you. My name is Smith. You should have heard of me, right"

Ye Fan nodded and said, "I know." He knew Smith from Tutu's mouth. Tutu once told Ye Fan that among his instructors was a white man named Smith from Yellow Grass Country. He had trained a squad of thirty elite soldiers under him. Their combat strength was surprisingly high. Their best record was when their thirty-man squad went to Egypt for an assassination mission. They killed the tribal elder there, but they were surrounded. However, they were not panicked. Instead, they used the strength of their thirty-man team and fought their way out, killing a bloody path. In the end, none of them died!

This just goes to show the terrifying combat power of this squad of death soldiers!

Later on, this Smith, just like Tutu, had broken free from the Dark Phantom. It was said that he came to China for development, but he never expected to meet this person here by the seaside.

Ye Fan withdrew a trace of contempt 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 capable, so I personally requested to be sent here to find you. You should feel honored." Smith spoke fluent HuaXia, as if he were born a native speaker of the country.

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 fight quickly and decisively.

Then he impatiently said, "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. Choose your weapon - fists, legs, or any other tool you prefer." Smith said with a hearty grin.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and said, "You mean you want to fight me one-on-one"

"Of course! That's the chivalry of an English gentleman!" Smith boasted. "As long as you can defeat me, my brother will not trouble you in any way. How does that sound"

"Alright!" Ye Fan thought, what a fool. If it were me, I'd bring this many brothers here, no matter who you are, we all go together, stomp you down first and then talk, screw your knightly spirit!

"Mr. Ye Fan, what will you choose to use" Smith was indeed a bold man. He seemed very confident in his own abilities and even handed the initiative to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan chuckled, "Since you're so generous, I won't be polite." He pointed at the butcher knife on his back and grinned, "Have you seen this divine weapon It's called the Bloodthirsty Mad Blade. Its blade has absorbed the blood of two hundred and thirty-two masters. To die by this blade wouldn't be a disgrace to your reputation."

Smith's eyes lit up when he heard Ye Fan's words, and a fiery gleam shot out. He greedily looked at the large cleaver in Ye Fan's hand. However, strangely enough, with his sharp 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 grew even more wary.

Ye Fan chuckled inwardly, look at that look, even if he saw through it, it was just an ordinary butcher's knife. This was left behind by Ma Ge and his group just now. He casually took it to fix his nails.

Finally, Smith gave up the idea of taking a closer look. He also pulled out a triangular military dagger from his body. Even though the parking lot lighting was dim, it still gleamed.

Ye Fan's eyes narrowed, his intuition telling him that this was an excellent weapon. He didn't expect that just after returning to Linhai, someone would impatiently offer him such a handy 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 met their end at the hands of this blade..."

Ye Fan, however, couldn't bear it any longer and called out: "Mr. Smith, can we get started"

Smith, interrupted while boasting about the glorious history of his most prized weapon, flew into a rage and bellowed, "Since you desire death, I shall grant it!" With that, he roared and charged towards Ye Fan.

Cheetah!

Suddenly, the shadow of a cheetah flashed through Ye Fan's mind. This Smith was incredibly fast, whether he was running or making a move. Although a cheetah is not as enduring as a tiger nor as powerful as a lion, its speed is the fastest, even surpassing these two kings of beasts.

In the world of martial arts, speed is the only undefeated force! These were the eight words of truth spoken by Huoyun Cthulhu, a legendary master.er who had been driven out of the Ye family and had been living in the Qishan Mountain area. In the mountains of Qishan, every April, Ye Wudao would enter the deep forest of Qishan to pick a wild moun...