Tyre slowly looked up and looked directly at Fan Peiyang. The last trace of emotion in his eyes disappeared with the second blow.

The sense of superiority, contempt, anger, irritability, and even the coldness disappeared. The eyes now are clear and indifferent, like some inorganic substance, reflecting the shadow of Fan Peiyang.

This is a very subtle change, but it causes everyone's pores to shrink and cool invade.

Fan Peiyang, who was on the battlefield, also felt it, even more intuitive and stronger, but before he could think about it, Tyre suddenly flashed and disappeared from his vision.

"Back--" An anxious spectator outside the field blurted out.

Tyre didn't disappear, but was walking around him at a faster and more incredible speed than before!

Tyre has never shown such speed before facing the twelve people.

Fan Peiyang did not look back, but made a quick decision and directly flashed to the side.

But Tyre's attack was faster, and he hit his left shoulder blade with one punch, causing Van Peryang to stagger forward.

Before Fan Peiyang could stand firm, Tyre made a second punch. His attack speed was the same as his movement speed, which was a leap increase.

This time, Fan Peiyang had no chance to hide again and was hit hard to the back of the corresponding heart. He went from staggering to a big step and pounced forward.

Everyone's heart tightened, especially Zheng Luozhu. He was beaten and almost stopped when he was hit on the front. Now that the boss was hitting the back, the pain would be reduced in theory, but Tyre increased his attack power. The sound of the punch hitting the flesh was definitely much more ruthless than when he was beaten. He didn't dare to think how painful Fan Peiyang would be.

He Lu stared at Fan Peiyang with his eyebrows frowned, solemn and depressed: "Tir is serious."

Tyre's temples were slightly red, but Fan Peiyang staggered all the way.

"Tsk, this is not falling, and your physical fitness is awesome." Cui Zhan narrowed his eyes and watched Fan Peiyang's feet gradually stabilize, and he felt a little excited. Watching the battle with life and death was like drinking, and he was on his head.

"It's useless to not overturn it," Quanmai interrupted, without any hope. "Tyre is already serious, his strength is too disparity, and he has no chance at all."

As if it was confirmed by him, Fan Peiyang had just stood firm and had not had time to turn around. Tyre behind him suddenly approached again, and raised his hand to make the third punch.

"Bang!"

The can that flew in the air hit Tyr's fist and burst, and Tyr's fist slowed down in the impact, but the route was not biased, and he still pointed directly at Fan Peiyang's heart.

But in the moment of this collision, Fan Peiyang seized the opportunity and turned around suddenly. His speed was not as fast as a person who had just been hit by an iron fist.

He grabbed Tyre's fist and wrist, clenched his fist and fought back with the color, but he still hit Tyre's head.

With just one capture and one counterattack, Leon was sure: "He has practiced it too."

Although I am not a systematic training like myself, I am never amateur in every move.

"What's the use of practicing?" Tanhua grabbed a dog and chewed hair, which was even more pessimistic than whole wheat. "The boss increased the speed, strength, and defense in all directions, and there was no solution at all."

Sure enough, Fan Peiyang's punch was obviously fast and ruthless, but Tyre was easily avoided. At the same time, he struggled with his wrist and almost effortlessly removed Fan Peiyang's clamp.

Blink, offense and defense transition.

Tyre did not retreat at all. While breaking away, he turned his wrist and went out with murderous fist.

His punching speed has increased wildly, and he can't avoid it at all.

But if Fan Peiyang really takes this punch, his heart will be penetrated!

A miracle didn't happen.

The fist still hit Fan Peiyang, very fast and fierce, leaving no vitality.

Fan Peiyang's body stiffened, and sweat suddenly oozed out of his nose, but the next second, he actually held Tyr's fist with both hands and held it tightly, as if he was afraid that someone would run away.

The spectators were dumbfounded.

Forget it if you haven't been penetrated, but you still have the strength to catch Tyre. Is this physical fitness a devil?

But what's the use of catching Tyre? You can't hit someone else, and both cans were destroyed...

"call out--"

The familiar sound of flying unknown objects interrupted everyone's nervous thoughts.

But this time it was not canned, but a long piece of fabric. From the edge of the battle zone, the wind broke through the wind and blindfolded Tyre's eyes.

It was caught off guard and it was dark, and Tyre was stunned for a moment.

Fan Peiyang was not confused, and swung his punch hard and beat Tyre in the head.

Tyre's head was suddenly skewed, and his temples changed from slightly red to red.

Fan Peiyang's hand did not stop, and he punched two more times, and his fists were full of wind.

Three, four, five.

Fan Peiyang didn't count, but the spectators were counting for him in their hearts. No matter how canned or stationery trees were, they were just fucking real fists, so they were so happy.

They also saw clearly, and what covered Tyre's eyes was exactly the half-sleeve that Tyre had pulled off before the battle.

Fan Peiyang's stationery tree can be moved from the air, so it is naturally no problem to control this lighter fabric. But is this the temporary intention of Fan Peiyang, or has plans already been made?

"I know where he hid the canned food now..." Zhou Yunhui suddenly spoke.

Everyone followed his eyes and lay quietly in the same corner where his sleeves had just flew over.

Obviously, before the sleeve flies, it is hidden under the sleeve. The length of the sleeve is measured to cover three cans just right.

Now two are exploded, and one has not moved yet.

Have you planned on the temporary idea?

No doubt.

Tyre pulled off his sleeve and threw it away, and he would definitely not be able to throw it that far. It was simply pressing the end line of the transparent wall. This was also the reason why Fan Peiyang used two cans and they had not noticed the "source". They were hiding far away from the main visual area and suddenly flew in the air. The high-speed camera might not be able to capture the trajectory.

The canned mystery was solved, but the spectators were silent.

Moving the sleeves to the edge of the war zone – this requires an accurate estimate of the location of the clear wall that is about to rise.

Hiding the can under the sleeves requires extremely fine control of the air-moving objects.

More importantly, these manipulations happened before them, and they had no way of detecting them, including Tyre.

They are careless.

Tyre underestimates the enemy.

And these are all within the available conditions of Van Peryang.

What if it was not Tyre who fought against Van Peryang, but himself?

Everyone put forward the same assumptions in their hearts, and the answers are surprisingly the same - unless it is absolutely necessary, don't choose such a difficult opponent and make yourself unhappy.

Prediction, manipulation, timing selection, exploitation of loopholes... Fan Peiyang's intelligence may be a, but war merchant will definitely go up.

Tang Lin is the only one who is not distracted among the spectators.

He didn't care about Van Peryang's tactics and strategies. He only cared about the situation and every possible blow that Van Peryang might suffer.

At this moment, Tyre had already reacted in the battlefield, pulled off his sleeves and tore them apart.

During this period, Fan Peiyang punched another sixth.

But the next fist was tightly grasped by Tyre and twisted it hard.

Tang Lin's breathing stagnated.

This is the same method of breaking his arm at that time.

Fan Peiyang also frowned. This was the first time he had frowned since the battle.

Tang Lin knew he was in pain.

But the worrying sound of fracture did not appear, Fan Peiyang resisted it. The next second, the can in the corner flew over and rushed straight towards Tyr's head like a shell.

Tyre didn't even look at it, grabbed Fan Peiyang with one hand and reached out and slapped hard.

The attacking can was directly shot away, hitting the transparent wall with a bang, bursting with a bang.

"Damn, this is the last can!" The monk spoke out of regret, feeling anxious for Fan Peiyang.

Without canned food, it is equivalent to disarming. How can I beat it?

Five-five minutes patted him on the shoulder: "It's great to be able to hold on until now, who can draw the last one?"

That's it, but I feel complicated. Fan Peiyang has definitely fought hard until now, and Tyre didn't hold back at him, especially in the second half, he was just trying to "handle". If someone else had already lie down and the purple light would have ascended.

"Who told you that lazy people only have canned food?" Guan Lan spoke lightly, with fun and comfort.

The two were stunned. Before they could turn their eyes back to the battlefield, they heard a "bang" of impact, but this sound was different from the previous can impact, as if there was still a little bit of glass shattering sound?

They were both gone, but no one else had it. From beginning to end, there was no detail missing.

Just as Tyre was slapping the can, Fan Peiyang's cell phone ran out of his trouser pocket, and it was like a brick, and it hit Tyre's head "swishly", but instead of shooting, it hit one of the sharp corners.

Everyone then realized that the third can was a trick, and what he really wanted to use was a mobile phone.

Fan Peiyang can only control two items at the same time at most. It can be confirmed until now, but it cannot withstand the rest of the game.

The mobile phone screen was shattered at that time, and the fragments of the screen hit the corner flew directly, and could tell with the naked eye that the force of this wave of attack was greater than that of all the previous cans.

The showdown has lasted for a long time, and Van Peryang's manipulation has not only not weak, but has even increased fuckingly.

Can you do whatever you want with physical strength?
To be continued...