Speaking of this foreign guy named George, all the spectators present were gritting their teeth in anger against him.

In previous matches, he showed no sense of mercy to his opponents at all. Even when his opponents were almost about to lose, he still went all out to beat them, making sure their injuries got worse.

And it seems he's on the same team as David, yet he faces the media even more flamboyantly than David.

When he uttered the words 'Sick Man of East Asia' this time, the audience almost lost control; several groups of people wanted to rush up and beat him. If it weren't for the on-site police stopping them, chaos would have broken out immediately.

Now, after Xiaofan took the stage, without a word, he directly broke the opponent's hand on the spot.

Instantly, all the spectators, no, even those watching the live broadcast outside the venue, cheered and applauded Xiaofan's action.

At this moment, he seemed to understand why so many people regarded Huo Yuanjia, Chen Zhen, and others as national heroes. A small arena could touch the hearts of all Huaxia audiences.

"You bastard..."

Initially, Xiaofan thought the opponent would retreat after breaking his hand, but unexpectedly the opponent stood up, cursed angrily, and with his right hand dangling, came at Xiaofan again.

However, this seemed to fit Xiaofan's intention perfectly.

Amidst the fierce shouts of the audience, Xiaofan tapped his toe on the ground and charged straight up.

'Crack.'

'Crack.'

"Referee, you can announce the match result now. If you don't announce it soon, I'm afraid I'll have to break his neck next time," Xiaofan said coldly. Clearly, this remark was intended for the opponent.

"George loses combat effectiveness, Ye Xiaofan wins."

"Remember, don't underestimate us Chinese. It's not that we don't dare to compete with you, but we don't want to fuss too much with you. But if you provoke us, you won't have good results." Xiaofan tossed this remark and walked off the stage.

Facing the media's cameras and questions, Xiaofan walked past without any response, his face cold and indifferent.

At this time, in the cafeteria of Mingyuan College.

The girls saw the close-up of Xiaofan's cold face on the screen and screamed one by one.

"Wow, so handsome! Ye Xiaofan is so handsome, I can't take it, when is he coming back? I've found that I'm already in love with him."

"Do you still have any pride? How could Ye Xiaofan ever fancy you? Of course, someone like me is the one worthy of him."

"You are all a bunch of fanatics. You've forgotten that a few days ago, there was a beautiful girl who called Ye Xiaofan in front of everyone."

"Eh, right, it's the beauty who just walked out from here."

As the conversation ended, everyone looked towards Chen Mei'Er, who had just passed by.

Chen Mei'Er showed a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, murmuring: "Really knows how to show off."

The kickboxing tournament had reached an intense phase, with almost every match fought fiercely.

In the following three matches, Xiaofan cleared all obstacles again to secure a spot among the top-eight players.

The top eight, that's no longer a joking matter. Even with lots of advertising fees and many offers to endorse products, Xiaofan had no interest in it.

The sports hall finally left only four arenas. The last eight players participated in another drawing.

The final draw only required showing which arena was assigned, then directly heading up.

Xiaofan walked onto the arena and waited for a moment. The opponent also slowly walked onto the stage.

Seeing the opponent, Xiaofan was visibly startled. The opponent was a man, a very young man, probably about the same age as himself. The man's expression was calm; he slightly nodded at Xiaofan upon reaching the arena.

Xiaofan politely returned the gesture.

On the spectator's family seating next to the arena, a granny and a young girl sat together. The girl wasn't tall, about 1.53 meters. Big eyes, with a doll slightly smaller than herself in her arms.

When the girl saw Xiaofan, her round big eyes suddenly brightened up, and she unconsciously shouted out: "Why is it him?"

"Ling'Er, what's wrong?" Granny turned her head to ask upon hearing her granddaughter's voice.

"It's nothing. I've seen him... The person who tried to stop Big Guy from rescuing me before was him. I didn't expect to see him here. What should I do, should I cheer for Brother Ying or for this Ye Xiaofan? It's so difficult."

"What? You said the person who tried to save you last time was him? How is that possible, he couldn't last a few moves against Da, and now within these two months, he has improved so quickly?" Granny also heard about this matter but didn't expect that the young man was actually this Ye Xiaofan.

"Anyway, it's him." Ren Ling pouted and said, then her cute face suddenly looked conflicted, clearly not knowing whom to cheer for.

"So saying, Ying'Er winning against him is really difficult." Granny's heart also started to feel a bit complicated.

On the arena, Xiaofan looked critically at the opponent, this young opponent unexpectedly brought an unprecedented sense of pressure, especially his eyes, as if they locked all of Xiaofan's actions.

"Match, start."

As the referee's voice fell, the two instantly transformed into fleeting shadows and raced towards each other.

For the second time, the exclamations sounded in the venue.

The last time such sounds occurred was during the first elimination rounds when Li San faced Xiaofan. The spectacular duel between the two had applauds ringing continuously.

And this time, it's still Xiaofan, except the opponent changed to another person. Furthermore, the confrontation on the arena didn't seem as easy as when Xiaofan fought Li San before.

Every clash with the opponent gave Xiaofan a sense of heart racing. In terms of speed, the opponent seemed more adept at controlling it. And what's with that expressionless face? Unable to capture any movements from the expressions.

'Bang.'

Finally, Xiaofan took a hit and quickly retreated, covering his chest that had just been punched, looking cautiously at the opponent.

"Stop pretending, you deliberately deflected most of my strength earlier; you intentionally let me hit so you could chase me, right?" The man landed a move but didn't pursue immediately.

"Oh, tried to lure him but he didn't fall for it. Trouble." Xiaofan chuckled bitterly, straightened up, feeling the blood within his body inexplicably boiling at this moment.

That feeling excited Xiaofan unusually; for the first time, he felt such a strong desire to win. He started to take it seriously because if he didn't, he might lose at any time...

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