Chapter 1287: The Beautiful Parabola

ut I'm serious, Sister Meiyù, think about it Ye Fan took advantage of the situation and stopped pushing further. After all, this was in a car. If things got too heated, what if there was an accident...Ye Fan's Paiyun Fist incorporated the power of stretching within it. Although he didn't use any hidden energy, the explosive force behind this punch was not something ordinary people could withstand.

Even an elephant would be killed by Ye Fan's punch, let alone the fists of ordinary people.

But to Ye Fan's surprise, the moment his fist collided with the other, a tremendous force erupted, completely nullifying the explosive power on top of his fist, and there was even a hint of counter-pressure.

Ye Fan was shocked in his heart. What kind of fist was so powerful Could this person who ambushed him be Yan Wuxue Could he want to have a final showdown with himself here

Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat. Since that was the case, he had nothing to be polite about. He increased his strength again, ready to unleash 10% of his full punch power. Just as he was about to strike, he suddenly felt the force in his fist lessen and the figure vanish, retreating abruptly and creating some distance between them.

This person's speed is not slow. Ye Fan's heart sank. It seemed that this would be another life-and-death battle.

"Xiao Fan, what's the situation" At this time, hearing the movement, the fat man also rushed over first and asked Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was just about to answer when suddenly, with a snap, all the lights around him came on.

This stark contrast made them extremely uncomfortable.

The moment the lights flickered on, both Ye Fan and Fatty simultaneously shifted their bodies, positioning themselves in a place temporarily beyond attack. Only then did they raise their heads to carefully observe everything around them.

"Hahaha, hehehe," A sinister and terrifying laugh suddenly echoed from in front of them.

Ye Fan looked up and saw a man sitting opposite them not far away. The man was tall and burly, but his face was obscured, vaguely revealing a big figure.

Behind him, however, stood a group of men in black attire. There were about ten or so of them, their expressions cold and indifferent as they stared at Ye Fan, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.

Listening to this harsh sound, Ye Fan's eyebrows couldn't help but furrow.

He thought it would be Yan Wuxue, but now it seems that the person who attacked him was this man sitting in the chair and making a piercing laugh. Just his laughter made Ye Fan feel very uncomfortable, and he had an urge to punch him.

"Didn't expect you to actually make it here. Ye Fan, we meet again." The annoying laughter abruptly stopped, but a rather intriguing remark followed.

Ye Fan stared coldly at him. This person seemed familiar, like someone he knew but had never met before. He couldn't remember ever crossing paths with this man, yet there was a sense of animosity between them.

"Can't remember who I am heheheh." That annoying laugh sounded again.

"You're such a pain in the neck, always acting all mysterious and spooky! Fat grandpa will have you eating chicken pellets!"

The sound made Fatty extremely annoyed. He was already extremely frustrated today. He almost got played by those "shemales" earlier, and now he encountered this person who just smiled without saying a word. He had been holding back anger in his heart, and now, seeing him laugh again, Fatty gave him a chicken leg bomb.

Although his chicken leg bomb couldn't create a pile of rubble like Ye Fan's after throwing it, it was still not something an ordinary person could withstand.

But when the fat man unleashed his powerful chicken leg bomb toward that person, it was effortlessly caught by him mid-air.

This made Fatty stunned. He knew his own chicken leg best, and for an ordinary person to catch it after it was thrown like that They'd be crippled! Let alone catching it directly.

That takes a lot of strength and skill. The fat man couldn't help but take a long, hard look at the person.

After catching the fat man's drumstick, he chuckled and said, "Your drumstick is too fatty, not to my liking."

After finishing his words, his hand trembled, and the chicken drumstick in his hand transformed into a meteor, flying back towards the fat man intact.

The fat man narrowed his eyes. That person's chicken leg tossing technique and speed, angle—everything was even better than his own.

The force pushing back from just that single chicken leg was probably even stronger than the one he'd just used. The fat man didn't want to take it head-on, so he quickly changed direction and dodged to the side. Where he had been standing just moments ago, there was a deafening boom, and a deep pit had formed in the ground.

The fat man felt that his face had been slapped, so he took out another chicken leg and said to the man: "This one is a lean chicken leg. If you have the guts, eat it."

After finishing his words, the fat man threw the chicken leg in his hand. He had infused it with his true energy. If that person caught it like before, their hand would definitely explode.

But unexpectedly, that person wasn't stupid at all. Just as the fat man’s chicken leg was about to reach him, he suddenly jumped up from his chair and kicked the airborne chicken leg with a single kick, sending it flying back to the fat man.

"This chicken leg is still too fatty, I'll take another one."

The fat man stared dumbfounded. His chicken leg was imbued with his true energy, so why didn't it explode when that person touched it

The fat man couldn't figure it out. Just one step slower, and the chicken leg flew back towards him even faster than before, landing right in front of him. The fat man was taken aback. He didn't feel any movement in the air around him at all.

Just as he was stunned, the drumstick had already been brought to his face. As he watched, the fat man was about to be hit by his own drumstick, and suddenly a figure flashed beside him, then the drumstick stopped in mid-air.

The fat man was so startled that he broke out in a cold sweat. He stared intently, and realized Ye Fan had already stood before him. In his hand, between his two fingers, he held a drumstick.

The chicken leg was still trembling, indicating that the force it exerted was considerable. However, no matter how it struggled, Ye Fan's two fingers, like hooks, held the chicken leg firmly in his hand, preventing it from moving. Finally, the force on the chicken leg dissipated completely, and it could only be held obediently by Ye Fan.

The fat man inwardly exclaimed, "Luckily! It seems I was careless today. Fortunately, Xiao Fan was here, or else I would have suffered a major loss today."

"This chicken leg is still quite lean, you should try it again." Ye Fan said first, then flicked the chicken leg in his hand towards that person.

Another meteor streaked across the sky, leaving a beautiful parabola in its wake.

Ye Fan's move used hidden energy, coupled with the skill of flicking his fingers, he didn't really believe this person would dare to take it.

As expected, when that person saw Ye Fan make his move, his pupils contracted sharply. Although he was unwilling, he had to temporarily move out of the way. The force behind Ye Fan's attack was something he couldn't withstand.es of his jaw cracked with a *crunch*, and his body flew backwards like a kite with its string cut." 。Blood spurted from his mouth, along with several charred yellow teeth. 。Another thud! Another ligh...