Ye Fan scorned himself inwardly. Just now he pretended to be a gentleman, but now he surrendered willingly.Seeing the strange expression that flashed across Ye Fan's face, Wu Min'er giggled. She seeme...This person must be sick, right That's the first thing Fatty thought when he saw Tie Xiong's smile. Or maybe it was just that being outshined made him look dumb instead.

He punched himself and started laughing ironically. This person has signs of abuse, right

"Your punches are really good, but hehehe, I didn't move at all, it's a pity. Well then, it's my turn to strike with iron fists now. I guarantee you'll be satisfied, hehehe."

Tie Xiong looked at the fat man and smiled coldly.

Watching those two lips move in front of me, yet the words that came out were so chilling.

The fat man's brows furrowed, and suddenly a voice ten times his height boomed with laughter: "Did you get it wrong I haven't even thrown my last punch yet."

Tie Xiong's smug smile froze on his face, his eyes wide with astonishment as he looked at the Fatty. Yes, how could he have forgotten The Fatty still had one punch left.

He regretted it deeply, his intestines were blue with remorse. But now wasn't the time to regret. Since he had already spoken those words, he could only swallow his pride and bear the consequences.

Looking at Tie Xiong's expression, as if he had just lost his father, Fatty couldn't help but ask, "You wouldn't be going back on your word, would you"

Tie Xiong glared at the fat man with blazing eyes. He dared to bet that the fat man was definitely asking knowing full well, but he couldn't afford to lose his temper now, so he could only patiently say: "Cut the crap, hurry up."

The fat man then burst into laughter again and said, "Alright, here it comes."

He also knew the personalities of Yan Wuque's people well. When they encountered a tough situation, they would pretend to be strong and put on a brave face, even if they were scared inside. However, Fatty actually liked this about them, for no other reason than that if they didn't act this way, how could he get the chance to hit them with another punch

"Look closely, this punch of mine is earth-shattering, heaven-defying, capable of changing the very colors of the sky and wind. It'll make even gods cry and demons wail." But in his heart he thought, "I'll hit you so hard your own mother wouldn't recognize you."

Looking at Fatty's teasing manner, Ye Fan couldn't help but smile in his heart. Little fatty, pretending to be mysterious and tricking people again.

But Yan Wuque let out a disdainful cold snort. In his eyes, the fat man was like a clown, flaunting his ignorance, but doing so only made him appear more ridiculous and foolish.

Tiete Bear was furious, glaring at Fatty and snarling, "Are you finished with your rambling"

After the long string of opening remarks, the fat man suddenly fell silent. The reason he spoke so much wasn't to show off, but to prepare.

Gathering his strength for the next strike, this was his most powerful technique. It was undeniably strong, but it had a major drawback: it took a considerable amount of time to prepare.

This time, he took a deep breath again, but this time his inhalation was different from before. He only kept inhaling and never exhaled. His belly gradually swelled with each breath, until in just a short while, it became no less impressive than the Green Snake's swollen belly moments ago.

What does he want to do

Tie Xiong stared at Fatty, a little bewildered, not knowing what he wanted to do.

While Yan Wuque's eyes narrowed involuntarily, he stared fixedly at the fat man, missing none of his movements.

Facing Ye Fan, Yan Wuque raised the corner of his mouth with a brilliant smile, as if talking to himself: "Ten years have passed. The little fatty has finally used this move again. However, it seems that his Qi Gong has improved a lot now."

Ten years ago, Fatty used this move against Ye Fan. Ye Fan gave him plenty of time to prepare. At the time, Fatty's qigong was not fully developed, it was only in its infancy. But even so, Fatty's Overlord Fist almost caused Ye Fan to suffer a heavy loss.

After many years, Ye Fan still vividly remembered the scene from back then. Although this move was powerful, it had a fatal weakness: it took too long to prepare. If Ye Fan hadn't deliberately wanted to test Fatty's Qi Gong, Fatty would have very little opportunity to use this move in actual combat.

And at this moment, Qing She also had an unbelievable expression in her eyes. She herself practiced this kind of qigong kung fu, and her cultivation was not as high as Yan Wuque's or even Tie Xiong's. The reason she could drink those two bottles of wine was because she practiced qigong to adjust her body, so that the alcohol gradually flowed out of her body with the adjustment of qigong.

She knew best the wonder of this qigong, but even so, she knew that this qigong was not something ordinary people could practice. Those who could practice qigong came in two types: one with extraordinary willpower, able to endure inhuman torment.

The second type is that this person is a martial arts prodigy, a natural born martial artist.

She didn't know which kind of fatty the man belonged to, but she herself belonged to the first kind.

Back then, in order to practice qigong, she endured so much pain. She never told anyone about it, even though all her efforts had only brought her a superficial understanding. The difficulty of learning qigong is evident just from this.

And now that she saw the fat man, his protruding belly was more than twice the size of her own just moments ago. She couldn't help but change color. The fat man was definitely a master of qigong.

She knew that qi gong had an enhancing effect. The fat man's punch just now was already powerful, if he used qi gong again, this move

She suddenly became a little worried about Tie Xiong. Although she knew Tie Xiong's background and that he had used the tenth-grade potion, which made him practically an immortal monster, she was still unsure if he could withstand this punch.

Tie Xiong stared at the rapidly inflating fat man with surprise, as if looking at a monster. What was this fat man trying to do Why was he still growing now

After a moment, the fat man seemed to have filled his lungs with all the air he could take, and his body finally stopped growing at an alarming rate.

As Tie Xiong was puzzled, suddenly Fatty let out a mouthful of turbid air. Then he used all his strength and roared with a deafening shout that could rival thunder. With that earth-shaking roar, Fatty's swollen fist finally arrived.

A bone-chilling aura slammed into Tie Xiong, almost blinding him. His heart pounded in his chest, for he knew the power of this punch - a force unlike anything he had ever encountered.

He didn't dare to be careless at all. His feet felt like they were filled with lead, becoming incredibly heavy as he was rooted to the ground. He didn't know why he did this, but he knew one thing: this punch was beyond his ability to withstand.

He himself had no confidence that he could take this punch, but the first thing he had to do was to make sure he did not retreat one step.

Even if he was pierced through the body by Fatty.

But can Fatty do it Iron Bear suddenly felt a surge of courage. Not to mention his Golden Bell Iron Body skill, which he had cultivated to the realm of transformation, said to be impervious to swords and guns, how could he be afraid of this measly punchand cups without getting drunk. With his way of drinking, his courage, and his pride, who could match his unrestrained generosityListening to the sound of his hearty drinking, the Ninth Regiment was h...