<h4>Chapter 1725: Chapter 1716: Cowardly Turtle</h4>


    Hearing these words, I was so angry I couldn’t sit still: "It’s because you’re not worthy of knowing my name. If you want to know the name of this master, then let Hang Zhane first!"


    "Hmph, it’s not that I look down on you, but you don’t have the qualifications to meet the Deputy Chief!"


    The fat man put on an arrogant posture and looked down his nose at it.


    The person who couldn’t sit still had a big tail. He sneered and said, "Do you really not have the qualifications? Hmm, I think Heng Zhan wants to be a shrinking turtle!"


    "Hmph! Kid, who are you calling a shrinking turtle?"


    Seeing someone insult the deputy leader, the fat man couldn’t help but re with anger.


    He sat down, smiling gently, "If his battle isn’t a retreating turtle, then let hime out!"


    Hearing this, the fat man suddenly said, "Kid, it seems you came to the Red Blood Alliance to cause trouble on purpose?" Hmph, don’t me me for not warning you!"


    "If you break your arm now and kneel to apologize to the Red Blood Alliance, I won’t pursue what just happened."


    "Otherwise, today I’ll make you lie down while standing!"


    "You’re talking so loud, do you even know if you have that kind of strength!"


    I sat there sneering sarcastically.


    The fat man was so angry, he didn’t want to sit with the man and continue the fight.


    For years, this was the first time the Red Blood Alliance had been provoked so much.


    If he doesn’t publicly take down this ck-faced guy today, how can the Heavenly Dragon Temple’s Red Blood Alliance maintain neutrality in the future?


    "Look, the Red Blood Alliance’s Shark Guardian is about to begin."


    "Shark Guardian grand patron. I wonder if that ck-faced guy can withstand it?"


    "I’ve seen him hang. Ever since the Shark appeared, he hasn’t seemed to lose!"


    "Alright! That ck-faced guy broke the guardian’s arm with one punch, but the guardian is too weak after all!"


    "The Shark Guardian technique, I’ve heard, has reached fatal severity at ninth strength, and the ck-faced guy should be quite easy to handle!"


    Seeing the fat man about to engage, the crowd immediately burst into debate.


    "Kid, I gave you a chance, you didn’t want it, don’t me me!"


    The fat man angrily yelled, jumping off the steps.


    Despite his plump appearance, his movements were not at all sluggish.


    Seeing a duel about to start, the onlookers quickly backed away.


    In front of the Red Blood Alliance area, dozens of square meters were filled with Barbaric Sitter and Red Blood Alliance Shark Guardian technique.


    The fat man had just jumped off the steps, not yet steady on his feet, when his right hand clenched a fist, forcing a seated recoil immediately.


    In the fat man’s fist, a strand of white light rolled back swiftly, showing an imposing presence, not easy to handle or deal with by nature.


    "Shark Guardian grand patron, destroyed by the kid!"


    "Yes, that kid got abandoned!"


    Just as the fat man moved, a guardian behind him shouted.


    Punching out, suddenly a gust of wind blew from the fat man’s side. The wind lifted his spacious red robe, revealing his chubby belly, which lookedical.


    "Fat head, go for it!"


    The fat man quickly reacted, forced to sit as he shouted out encouragement.


    The voice still echoed in the air, the vitality of the whole body cycled again, rapidly infusing into both arms.


    Then he clenched his right fist, using all his strength to strike that fat man.


    Just like before, this time, the fat man and the barbaric sitter were still hard-hitting, neither side retreating a single step.


    Seeing this scene, many onlookers stared wide-eyed.


    They wondered if in this fight, the injured arm would cause this reckless person to suffer a devastating defeat.


    "Boom—"


    Two beams of white light shed by, stirring up a wave of dust and mist.


    After a moment, they settled into a fierce fist fight against that fat man’s fist.


    Their fists collided, making a loud boom.


    Suddenly, the fat man and the unmoving body were subjected to great impact.


    The difference was, the reckless sitter still wore a smug and confident expression.


    The fat man suddenly stared, his curious eyes fixed on thecent seat of victory.


    He couldn’t believe, such a powerful figure could y a role in such an arrogant Heaven Gate, not even considered third-rate strength.


    Astonished, a hint of anger welled up in the fat man’s heart.


    As one of the four guardians of the Red Blood Alliance, he couldn’t even deal with a proud ck face. How could he fit into the Red Blood Alliance in the future?


    "Fat head, since you’re a sponsor of the Red Blood Alliance, you have something to take back!"


    The blow to the fat man also made him almost want to remain seated. Once he calmed down, he angrily shouted.


    "Less nonsense, watch out!"


    Face flush with anger, the fat man once again drove his vitality, striking another blow at the beautiful face.


    In the previous heavy punch, neither the fat man nor the barbaric sitter had shown agility.


    "Hmph! Look, being so arrogant, sooner orter, you’ll be devoured by Rechter!"


    Those unwilling to remain seated grew coldly sarcastic when they knew they’d been sitting in on the show.


    In the fervent discussion, two figures once again flickered, like two light balls crashing together wildly once more.


    "Boom—"


    Their fists collided, and the white light instantly shattered, making the ground tremble.


    Meanwhile, both their bodies slid backward a certain distance.


    But this time, I only slid a mile. The fat man slid a mile and a half.


    The red robe he wore was half-torn by the explosion.


    Seeing the Shark Guardian so frightened, all the onlookers, including those participating in the Red Blood Alliance, werepletely dumbfounded.


    At this moment, many were pondering a question: Is this ck-faced guy really that strong?


    The tattered robe hung behind the fat man’s big hip like a big tail. It looked amusing.


    But now, the fat man wasn’t paying attention to his appearance.


    In the previous heavy punch, though he was forced to face the barbaric attack, he still suffered quite a bit.


    Even now, his entire right arm, including therge portion, was still in severe pain.


    The feeling was as if scorched by lightning, particrly ufortable.


    After two intense shes, this fat man fully recognized the barbaric seating style.


    Before, he never sat there thinking that an arrogant waste could be his opponent.


    He thought in public, a single punch would allow him to sit, exposing the arrogance of Heaven Gate to the public.


    However, unexpectedly, not only did the barbaric sitter not get abolished, but also didn’t change his face even when receiving the heavy blow.


    At that time, except for feeling humiliated and angry, the fat man didn’t realize the ck face before him was actually a strong enemy.


    Not until the second strike, when he got wounded by the opponent’s attack, did the fat man truly realize how strong the sitter was.


    Thus, he no longer had any opportunity to seek help.


    With many eyes watching him, if he turned away, he would beughed at by everyone.


    As he became a tiger rider, the fat man suddenly nced at a subordinate behind him.


    The young man saw him and hurriedly handed a blood-red knife into the fat man’s hand.


    "Why, can’t fight? You want to use a soldier?"


    Witnessing this, I couldn’t help butugh.


    That fat man’s public humiliation made him angry.


    But in fact, he didn’t care about abandoning his soldiers. If he wanted to be cunning, he couldn’t find an excuse for a moment.


    Currently, the fat man’s face was red as he said, "You empty-handed, let’s fight with all our might!"


    "If you’re afraid, step back early. Otherwise, missing limbs, don’t cry for your parents!"