Starting as a supporting character in Doupo

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"hey-hey......"

Xiao Yan looked at the girl hiding behind him and smiled gently. Then, he looked around with pride, wishing everyone could see his happy moment.

Sitting next to Xiao Fan, Yue Yao noticed the intimate relationship between the two and a hint of envy flashed in her eyes. She then glanced at Xiao Fan beside her, a touch of melancholy in her eyes...

Just as everyone was still engrossed in the battle between the two women, it was Xiao Fan's turn to appear.

When it was his turn, Xiao Fan nodded to Yue Yao sitting next to him, then glanced at Xiao Yan and Xun'er who were still being affectionate, and gave up on greeting them.

With a light tap of his toes, Xiao Fan nimbly landed on the central competition platform.

Xiao Fan's opponent was a fire-type cultivator with a six-star Dou Ling level. Judging from the direction he came from, he seemed to be a member of the Wolf Fang team, where Lin Xiuya was located.

"Wolf Fang, Eagle Feather."

Ying Feiyu looked at Xiao Fan, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said with a hint of caution in his eyes.

After all, when he left the field just now, Lin Xiuya specifically reminded him to be careful while driving.

Moreover, he had heard Xiao Fan's name mentioned by Lin Xiuya more than once, so he naturally knew that Xiao Fan was a formidable enemy.

"Panmen, Xiao Fan."

Seeing the other party's politeness, Xiao Fan nodded and then looked at the young man in front of him.

Ying Feiyu looked to be no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He was very strong, with large muscles bulging out from under his clothes. He had dark red hair tied neatly at the back of his head, and his fists were slightly clenched and rested naturally at his sides.

However, Xiao Fan carefully observed that there were obvious rough calluses on the joints of Ying Feiyu's fists.

Even without engaging in combat, the meridians on his hands were visibly pulsating.

"Looks like an opponent who practices boxing and kicking."

Such hands could never be achieved without years of rigorous training.

Only those who spend time honing their fists as their weapons can develop such rough, powerful fists.

As the referee's opening remarks faded.

Xiao Fan and Ying Feiyu rushed towards each other simultaneously, both intending to probe each other's strength as soon as possible.

With his fighting spirit surging forth, Xiao Fan wrapped his hands in it, clenched his right fist, and struck straight at Ying Feiyu's face.

Ying Feiyu seemed to have anticipated Xiao Fan's impending attack.

He stretched out his left hand and casually held it in front of his cheek, while his right hand struck Xiao Fan hard in the stomach from below.

Xiao Fan noticed Ying Feiyu's actions and inwardly praised his handling of the situation.

The fist that was originally aimed at Ying Feiyu's face was transformed into an elbow, which then struck Ying Feiyu's fist.

boom!

A dull thud rang out. Xiao Fan's expression turned grim. He slightly bent his left leg and thrust his right leg forward, making contact with Ying Feiyu's descending palm once more.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged several blows.

They went back and forth, each getting what they wanted.

After making contact again, Xiao Fan took the opportunity of stepping on Ying Feiyu's thigh to instantly create distance.

He possessed the Chaotic Flame Body constitution, and Yao Lao used Earth Core Tempering Milk to temper his body.

However, after this exchange, Xiao Fan didn't gain much of an advantage.

Xiao Fan was also very wise. Although his body was strong, it was not his strong point. Compared with cultivators like Ying Feiyu who trained their bodies hard, it was his weakness.

Why should we use our own weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths?

Having created some distance between himself and Ying Feiyu, Xiao Fan reached out and summoned the Thousand Flame Spear in his hand.

On the stands, Lin Xiuya saw Xiao Fan's actions and said with a smile to Yan Hao beside him, "You lost. A fourth-tier magical beast's magic core. I told you, Xiao Fan isn't the kind of person who likes to fight to the death. After realizing the terror of Fei Yu, he will definitely use his weapon."

"Humph."

Yan Hao glanced helplessly at the two fighting in the arena, took out a magic core from his storage ring, and threw it to Lin Xiuya.

"You should know that Fei Yu specializes in physical training. Even if you are only concerned with physical strength, you probably can't compare to Fei Yu. Only a fool would confront such an opponent head-on."

Lin Xiuya caught the magic core that Yan Hao threw over, and put it into his storage ring with a smile. Then, his eyes lit up, and he said to Yan Hao, "How about it, want to take another gamble?"

"What are you gambling?"

Yan Hao asked in a muffled voice.

"How about we bet on how long it takes for the two of them to decide the winner?"

Yan Hao glanced at the two locked in a stalemate, then pondered for a moment before saying, "Alright, I bet Xiao Fan will win in half an hour."

Yan Hao's guess was not without reason, given Ying Feiyu's formidable physical strength.

Even for him, defeating Ying Feiyu would probably require a considerable amount of effort.

In addition, he didn't see how powerful Xiao Fan's attack was. It had only been half an hour, and he believed that Fei Yu could hold on.

"Hehe, okay, then I'll bet they'll decide the winner within half an hour."

Lin Xiuya glanced at Xiao Fan, whose aura had changed as he gripped the long spear, and said with a smile.

On the dueling platform, the two, completely unaware that they had become the ones being wagered on, continued their back-and-forth battle.

With the Thousand Flame Spear in hand, Xiao Fan felt like a fish in water.

At first, Ying Feiyu wanted to withstand Xiao Fan's spear head-on, but after only a brief contact, he immediately gave up on the idea.

The Thousand Flame Spear in Xiao Fan's hand was made of some unknown material. Not only was it extremely painful to be hit, but the spearhead was also incredibly sharp.

His usually invincible fist was only slightly touched by the sweeping tip of the spear, and he felt a chill.

If I hadn't pulled my fist back quickly, I probably would have been torn to shreds.

Seeing Xiao Fan grow stronger with each battle, Ying Feiyu frowned and then secretly groaned.

In previous battles, he relied on his powerful physique to make others suffer in silence.

Even when he occasionally fought Lin Xiuya, although that guy could defeat him, he would never make him feel so restrained. When had he ever experienced such a beating?

Ying Feiyu hesitated for a moment, then, taking advantage of Xiao Fan's action of putting away his gun, he instantly widened the distance between himself and Xiao Fan.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Xiao Fan's strength vanished, and he looked at Ying Feiyu opposite him with a puzzled expression, raising an eyebrow.

I had just gotten the hang of using the spear. After all, I had such a good sparring partner. We didn't have any major conflicts between us, so it was a good opportunity to hone my spear skills. Why did he suddenly stop?

"you......"

Seeing Xiao Fan's still unsatisfied expression, Ying Feiyu rolled her eyes and then said, "Why don't you try stabbing me with a gun?"

"Forehead......"

Xiao Fan scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, then gave an awkward smile.

"I have another move. If you can block it, then I'll admit defeat."

Ying Feiyu looked at Xiao Fan in front of him. Although he had been prepared for defeat when Lin Xiuya told him to be careful, he did not expect to fight so humiliatingly.

"Then come on."

Xiao Fan nodded at Ying Feiyu, then held the Thousand Flame Spear upright at his side and looked at Ying Feiyu with a solemn expression.

Ying Feiyu took a deep breath. Xiao Fan wondered if it was just his imagination, but for a moment, Ying Feiyu's stomach seemed to swell up a bit more.

However, Ying Feiyu's movements did not stop. As he continued to inhale, his body began to swell at a visible speed.

"Huh? What kind of move is that?"

As Xiao Fan watched Ying Feiyu's body gradually deform, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then, his fighting spirit surged within him, and he was able to react to any changes.

Just as Xiao Fan was on guard, Ying Feiyu's swollen body stopped changing.

He was more than twice the size of before, like a walking mountain.

"Savage Mountain Collision!"

As Ying Feiyu finished speaking, his bones suddenly emitted a violent grinding sound, startling the audience in the stands.

In Xiao Fan's eyes, Ying Feiyu's body crashed into him at an incredibly terrifying speed.

Even before the attack arrived, Xiao Fan already felt an extremely threatening sense of pressure.

"Well done!"

Xiao Fan laughed loudly, then stomped his right foot on the competition platform, and then... he disappeared from the competition platform.

Originally carrying a powerful impact as it charged towards Xiao Fan, Eagle Feather instantly changed direction. However, after searching around the arena, it could not find Xiao Fan's figure.

Then, with a cry of resentment, Ying Feiyu crashed headfirst into the shield at the edge of the arena.

He smashed the formation, creating a large bulge, and then fell into a coma.

Lin Xiuya: ......

Everyone:......

On the stands, everyone glanced at Xiao Fan flying in the sky, and the arena fell into an eerie silence.

After all, everyone had heard the agreement between Ying Feiyu and Xiao Fan, but they did not expect that Xiao Fan would actually run up to the sky.