Iron Blood Journey

The burning pain on his cheek made Meng Fan furious. At this time, the fighting spirit in his body had subsided. Seeing these two second-rate people performing a double act, Meng Fan was even more furious. He immediately jumped off the platform and ran to the training ground.

He shouted loudly on the training ground: "You don't accept it, right? Today, I will beat you into submission."

York and Hill's eyes met, and York understood what he meant and smiled at Hill. York was two meters tall, but he didn't use heavy weapons. He was only wearing a pair of iron gloves. York stood in front of Meng Fan, took a dragon-like and tiger-like stance, and shouted loudly: "Demon fighter, come on, let me see how you beat me

"I am convinced." At this point, York pounced at Meng Fan. Seeing York attacking, Meng Fan was quite disdainful. He stood still and shouted "Arnold". But when Meng Fan was confidently waiting for Arnold to appear, nothing happened. York's iron fist was already at his face. Meng Fan turned his head to dodge in an emergency, but York's punch suddenly increased in speed. Meng Fan was hit in the face before he could dodge. The punch was so powerful that Meng Fan's eyes were full of gold and blood spurted out of his nostrils.

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This move is York's special move, the rushing punch. This punch looks ordinary at first, but every time you think you can dodge it, the speed of the punch will suddenly increase, making it hard to defend against. York took advantage of the situation and punched again and again. The speed of this punch was so fast and slow that Meng Fan was a little unprepared. Meng Fan took the punch head-on and glared at York, but surprisingly, York did not react at all, and York's fist

But he came again, punching Meng Fan in the stomach, and Meng Fan felt like he was going to throw up. But what frightened Meng Fan even more was that he couldn't use the golden finger at all, as if it had been removed from his body. York was getting better and better at fighting. In terms of strength, he was a senior swordsman while Meng Fan was only a junior swordsman. In terms of experience, Meng Fan was even less experienced, and he couldn't use the golden finger, so he was completely beaten. Meng Fan didn't last a few rounds.

He was beaten to a pulp and had no power to fight back.

The reason why Meng Fan's golden finger was ineffective was due to the black pill that Hill threw into Meng Fan's mouth. This black pill was called "Magic Pill". As the name suggests, the Magic Pill can imprison a magician's mental power, making him unable to cast any magic for a short period of time. Meng Fan's golden finger was actually a kind of magic, but it was just a powerful one.

He is not only very strong and peculiar, but Hill really has good intentions in dealing with Meng Fan.

At this time, York grabbed Meng Fan's neck and laughed, "Haha! Don't you want to beat me? Come on, hahaha, come on." York strangled him tighter and tighter, and Meng Fan's face turned red and it became increasingly difficult to breathe.

York sneered, "Call me daddy and I'll let you go. Go ahead, haha! My dear son, why don't you greet your own father when you see him? You are so unfilial, haha."

York's words immediately caused a burst of laughter. Dalph and his companions were filled with righteous indignation and were about to help, but Hill had already arranged people to watch them, so they were unable to rescue Meng Fan at this time. York's arrogance made Meng Fan furious, and he used all his fighting spirit to try to break free. Seeing that Meng Fan was still struggling, York increased the strength of his hands. Gradually, Meng Fan felt more and more dizzy and confused. Meng Fan knew that he would die when he completely fainted. At this time, Meng Fan concentrated all his fighting spirit on his head to keep himself awake. He would never let himself die here. He had not yet trampled those who humiliated him under his feet. In his heart,

All kinds of unwillingness made him struggle desperately. As the fighting spirit poured into his head, the Baihui acupoint where Meng Fan had been practicing was greatly stimulated at this moment, and a large amount of fighting spirit poured into it. If Meng Fan did this at normal times, he would die, but at this moment when Meng Fan was about to die,

It aroused vitality. As the saying goes, one must be put to death before he can be reborn. The death point is also the point where one can survive from a desperate situation. Meng Fan actually pierced through the Baihui point under such circumstances. Meng Fan suddenly felt refreshed. At this moment, Meng Fan seemed to see the fighting spirit in his body. This is what warriors call inner vision. Not only that, Meng Fan could feel that his brain was connected to the outside world at this moment. He could see it without looking. This was because Meng Fan could communicate with the world by piercing the Baihui point. His mental strength suddenly increased and he could achieve mental outer vision. Although Meng Fan no longer had this ability after the mental strength calmed down after a while, Meng Fan...

The spiritual world can already communicate with the outside world, and the future cultivation of fighting spirit will surely be rapid. The most important point is that Meng Fan saw the spiritual power that activated the golden finger. At this moment, this spiritual power is surrounded by a circle of black fog. It seems that this is the culprit that prevents Meng Fan from using the golden finger. Meng Fan immediately mobilized this

The newly added mental power slammed into the black fog. Meng Fan controlled the mental power and began to rush left and right. The circle of black fog was soon dispersed. Meng Fan's intuition told him that the golden finger was back. It took Meng Fan a long time to break through the Baihui acupoint and release the black fog surrounding his mental power, but it was a very short time in the eyes of outsiders. Meng Fan gradually stopped struggling at this time. York laughed triumphantly and said, "Haha, what magic fighter is nothing but you...

"But before he finished speaking, Meng Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and an extremely huge energy instantly rushed into York's brain. In just a moment, York's soul was completely shattered.

Meng Fan's soul attack this time can be described as a super version, with its power increased several times. This is because the energy was suppressed before, and once it explodes now, its power is infinite.

Meng Fan turned over and grabbed York's neck, just about to break it, when he heard someone shouting, "Stop!"

Meng Fan took a quick look and saw that the person was Hill. Hill said angrily, "Let him go! Otherwise, hmph!"

Meng Fan laughed at this snort, but he twisted York's neck with all his strength. Then Meng Fan pointed his right index finger at Hill and shouted, "You're next!"

Hill was so angry at Meng Fan's actions that his eyes widened. Just when he was about to explode, Jonah suddenly said, "Oh, well done. A disobedient slave cannot be kept alive." This sentence made Hill sweat coldly. Hill felt the faint murderous intent in Jonah's words and thought to himself, "Oh no, Jonah is really angry, you damned little beast. I'll let you go this time, but you won't be so angry next time.

Lucky." Meng Fan did not waste this dead man at this moment. He summoned Arnold to absorb all of his broken soul energy. Meng Fan's injuries were all healed in the blink of an eye. This scene made the gladiators look at him with new eyes.

Seeing the huge size of Arnold standing next to Meng Fan, no one dared to underestimate this magic fighter.

Jonah said loudly again at this moment: "Is there anyone who still refuses to accept it?"

This time, the underground was silent and no one made a commotion. Jonah nodded with satisfaction and said, "I declare that the magic fighter Meng Fan officially becomes a bronze gladiator." As Jonah announced this, the old gladiators in the audience showed envy. In their hearts, they were looking forward to Meng Fan's status. However, Meng Fan's fellow Cairo people still disdained him. They still insisted on clinging to the honor of a warrior.

This battle made Meng Fan famous in the Storm Camp, but the burning pain on his cheek made him unhappy. Touching the mark, Meng Fan swore to himself, "When I leave here, I will do this even if my face is torn off."

Remove this mark."

After the gladiator promotion ceremony, Meng Fan returned to his single room and sat on the bed, worrying about his life. At this moment, the door suddenly opened. Meng Fan looked up and saw a man with an imposing manner walked in.

Meng Fan exclaimed, "Master!" Carl's appearance made Meng Fan overjoyed. Unknowingly, Carl had occupied a certain place in Meng Fan's heart.

Meng Fan threw himself into Karl's arms excitedly, crying, "Master, you are finally here. Where have you been these days?"

Carl said, "When I arrived here, Jonah locked me in a room. He spent the whole day trying to get someone to promote the Glorious Church to me. Yesterday, Jonah performed some kind of initiation ceremony for me before allowing me to move around freely."

"Wow, you are so awesome. You even get special treatment here. I don't care. Your disciple has been bullied these days. You have to stand up for me!" Meng Fan continued to cry.

Karl said helplessly: "You still need me to help you. You were so fierce today that you actually had the courage to challenge a three-star swordsman."

Hearing what his master said, Meng Fan thought to himself: "I didn't expect that Hill is actually a three-star swordsman. Damn it, when will I be able to advance to a swordsman?"

Meng Fan scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "I almost died today. Without the Kung Fu taught by my master, I would have died. Look, you have taught me this Kung Fu, and you can give me a magic weapon or something to protect myself."

Carl said with a frown, "You really dare to ask for a divine weapon. If I had it, I would still be here."

"Hey, Master, look at my face. It's over." Meng Fan sighed, pointing at the mark on his face.

Karl came to his senses and lifted up his shirt. This action made Meng Fan confused. He thought to himself: "Is the master a good person? No, even if he is my master, I can't sell my body."

Karl lifted up his shirt and said, “Meng Fan, your master has also been branded like you.”

Meng Fan raised his head and took a closer look, only to see that there was also a brand on Karl's back. Meng Fan pointed at the brand and said in surprise: "Master, you?"

Carl smiled gently and said, "Now I am a gladiator of Jonah just like you."

Meng Fan lowered his head and said dejectedly: "Master, are we going to be slaves here for the rest of our lives, with no chance of success?"

Carl patted Meng Fan on the shoulder and said, "Do you think that the Washington family will stay here to fight for others, and will be willing to give up the honor of the family just to live a miserable life?" Meng Fan stared at Carl with wide eyes, not knowing what his master meant.