His True Colors Chapter 1184-1186


His True Colors Chapter 1184

"Han, did you hear who you're up against?" Yang Wanlin said after breathing a long sigh of relief.

        "Who is this Yan Bingfeng, I heard that he's qualified to not participate in the preliminary round." Han Giangli asked.

        Yang Wanlin nodded and said, "He's the favorite to win this Martial Extreme Summit and is very strong, so he was ruled to not have to participate in the preliminary rounds, and this time he appeared to target you."

        Han Qianli wasn't surprised at all and said, "The Mo Family?"

        "That's right, it should be Mo Yanmoth himself who makes the adjustments, otherwise, Yan Bingfeng can't appear in the second preliminary round." Yang Wanlin said.

        Han Qianli smiled, this was almost something he expected, the Mo Family was after all one of the three great families, Mo Yanmoth couldn't possibly make good on his promise so easily, but his careful probing actually showed that he had a certain amount of fear of Han Qianli, which was why he didn't dare to reject Han Qianli in a positive way.

        In a sense, this was a good thing, and could help Han 3000 solve a lot of trouble.

        As long as he was able to win Yan Bingfeng in the ring, then the Mo Family was afraid that he would do what he said.

        At this time, there were many screaming voices from the front, with extremely high decibel female voices.

        Soon, the voices grew louder and louder, and those women were calling Yan Bingfeng's name like they were crazy.

        "This Yan Bingfeng is very handsome, so he has a large number of supporters, all women, and I'm afraid that most of the women who are here today are here for him." Yang Wanlin said with some envy, although he was the son of the Yang family, he was still far from Yan Bingfeng in terms of attracting women.

        This was an era where looks were king, and being rich was only one factor that could attract girls, but more women who weren't bad at money still preferred men with superior looks.

        "Look at you, you look envious, has Young Master Yang ever lacked a woman?" Han Giangli said with a smile.

        "There's no shortage of women, but I still can't do it if I can charm such a large group of women, so of course I can only envy them." Yang Wanlin said.

        At that moment, Yan Bingfeng's group had approached, and Han Qianlian saw the high cold face, who looked unmoved, but his mouth was wearing a very shallow smile, indicating that he was enjoying this feeling very much.

        People who were in the way would consciously give way in this situation, but the three of them, Han 3,000, didn't do so.

        "What are you waiting for, get out of the way." The disciple of the same martial school snapped at the three Han 3,000 people.

        "What kind of thing are you to talk to me like that?" Yang Wanlin said coldly, as the Yang family's young master, although not as good at attracting women as Yan Bingfeng, his social status was much higher than Yan Bingfeng, how could he endure being berated?

        "Hmph." The man laughed coldly and said, "Kid, you're blind, don't you know who's here."

        "I, Yang Wanlin, haven't put him in my eyes." Yang Wanlin said disdainfully.

        Hearing the three words Yang Wanlin, that person's temper was obviously tempered a lot, after all, he was one of the three big families, and Heaven and Earth Martial Dojo didn't dare to offend him easily.

        At this time, Yan Bingfeng took two steps forward and said, "So it's Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry, but this junior brother of mine has eyes but doesn't know Tai Shan."

        "However, you are indeed in my way." Yan Bingfeng paused and continued.

        Yan Bingfeng was qualified enough to say this to anyone else, but to say it to Yang Wanlin, it was too defiant.

        Yang Wanlin wasn't the kind of person who would give in easily, not to mention that as the Young Master of the Yang Family, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the Yang Family if he gave way to Yan Bingfeng?

        "Yan Bingfeng, you've got some nerve, Heaven and Earth Martial Dojo, when did you become so arrogant, hasn't your master reminded you of who can be messed with and who can't?" Yang Wanlin said.

        Yan Bingfeng accosted him and said, "Mr. Yang, what you mean is that you can't be messed with?"

        This was a naked provocation, and Yang Wanlin was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

        "If you don't let me get out of the way, these junior brothers of mine, I'm afraid they'll do something irrational, and then, I won't be able to stop them, Mr. Yang, are you sure you want to continue blocking?" Yan Bingfeng continued.

        This was to use force to suppress Yang Wanlin.

        They were, after all, the people of the Martial Dojo, and Yang Wanlin, was just a young master of a rich family, and regardless of the outcome of this matter, in its current form, in Yan Bingfeng's opinion, Yang Wanlin had to give in, unless he wanted to be beaten.

        But Yang Wanlin had Han Qianqian on his side, he didn't put the people of Heaven and Earth Martial Dao Hall in his eyes, so naturally, he wouldn't choose to give in.

        "You could have let these trash try." Yang Wanlin said.

        Yan Bingfeng frowned, and the result of a fight was definitely not the best.

        But in front of so many chasers, Yan Bingfeng didn't want to lose face.

        The worst thing to do was to take a beating first, and then let the pavilion master settle the matter afterwards.

        "Yang Wanlin, think carefully, are you sure you want to do this?" Yan Bingfeng asked.

        "If you want to fight, see you in the ring, there's no need to fight here." Han Qianqian spoke up at that moment.

        Yan Bingfeng only used his afterglow to look at Han Qianqian, he definitely didn't care about such a little kid.

        "Yang Wanlin, it's still this little friend of yours who knows what he's doing, I advise you to listen to him, you're bound to suffer skin and flesh." Yan Bingfeng sneered.

        At this moment, someone recognized Han Qianqian and couldn't help but whisper to the side.

        "Isn't that Han Qianqian, his opponent today is Yan Binghong ah."

        "In the first round of the preliminary round, Han Three Thousand also showed a good amount of strength, I don't know what the result will be today."

        "I guess it's not good, Yan Bingfeng is the favorite to win the title after all, while Han Qianxiang, only won a preliminary match."

        After Yan Bingfeng heard the voices of the others discussing, this was the only time he looked at Han Qianxiang with positive eyes.

        Just this little kid was actually his opponent, which was too ridiculous.

        Yan Bingfeng was still thinking of showing off in the ring, but his opponent was just a kid, and even if he won, there was nothing to brag about ah.

        "You ...... are actually my opponent?" Yan Bingfeng was startled and asked Han Giangli.

        "What's the problem?" Han Giangli said as if he was taking it for granted.

        "Pfft ......"



        The group of disciples following Yan Bingfeng held their bellies in laughter, and even those Yan Bingfeng's followers couldn't help but laugh.

        Who was Yan Bingfeng, he was the most hopeful to win the championship this year ah, how could he be a rival to a little kid, wasn't this a joke.

        "You ...... you'd better hurry home and play in the mud, little brother, hahahahahaha."

        "Do you know what this place is for, little friend? It's really almost laughable."

His True Colors Chapter 1185

In the face of the crowd's mockery, Han Qianli had no waves within him.

        After all, he was someone who had been through the storm and how much fun they were laughing at this time, they would be doubly incredulous when they actually got into the ring.

        "You ...... had better hurry home, I can't bear to hurt you." Yan Bingfeng said with a smile.

        Han Giangli shrugged his shoulders and said, "If I don't try, how will I know the outcome, in case I get lucky and let me win, being able to step on someone like you would be a big boost to my reputation ah."

        "Pfft." Yan Bingfeng giggled again, this brat was trying to use him as a stepping stone, this idea was a little too crazy.

        "As a human, you should know what you're talking about, do you know what you're talking about?" Yan Bingfeng said.

        "Of course I know, I'll trample you underfoot, isn't that clear enough?" Han Marchant said.

        Yan Bingfeng put away his laughter, this kind of joke was fine in moderation, if he wanted to get serious, he wouldn't let Han Qianqian go.

        To be said to be stepped on by a child was a great humiliation to Yan Bingfeng.

        "Little guy, this path, but you chose it yourself, don't regret it, I won't show you any mercy when you get into the ring." Yan Bingfeng said in a cold voice.

        "I hope you'll be louder when you beg for mercy, otherwise I'm afraid I won't hear you." Han Giangli smiled.

        Yan Bingfeng suddenly shook his fist.

        And when the chasers heard such words, they couldn't help but revile Han Qianli.

        "What kind of a thing are you to talk to Yan Bingfeng like that."

        "I don't know what to say, but when you get into the ring, let's see if you still dare to say such things."

        "Bingfeng, show him your power in the ring, and never show mercy."

        "This ignorant brat, he must be taught a bitter lesson."

        The group of women had seven mouths to feed, causing Han 3,000 to have a headache.

        Han Third Thousand couldn't quite understand this phenomenon of fan culture, but he also knew that in the future, this phenomenon would become more and more serious, and the various tearing wars that appeared on the internet were all started by these so-called idol fans.

        This had to make Han Marchian sigh, was it really worth it for so many people to chase after the so-called stars?

        "What's wrong?" Hearing Han 3,000 sighs, Shi Jing asked worriedly, she was afraid that Han 3,000 would feel that she was no match for Yan Bingfeng.

        If that was the case, Shi Jing wouldn't let Han Three Thousand enter the arena because Yan Bingfeng would definitely not show any mercy, and if she couldn't beat Yan Bingfeng, Han Three Thousand was afraid that she would suffer very serious injuries.

        "It's nothing, it's just some momentary feelings, the worthy ones that no one cares about, but these meaningless ones are able to be sought after by the public, it's just incomprehensible." There were quite a few true heroes, but how many people knew their names? It's those people who work behind the scenes that are great.

        And what did these bright and shiny screen people do?

        Shi Jing didn't quite understand what Han Marchian's words meant, after all, she didn't know now how powerful the fan effect would be in the future.

        "Three thousand, if you can't beat him, we won't compete." Shi Jing said.

        "Him?" Han Qianli smiled faintly and said, "I can make him die with one hand, so how could I possibly not be able to defeat him."

        Hearing Han Qianqian say that, Shi Jing was slightly relieved.

        Yang Wanlin also couldn't wait to see Han Third Thousand's performance in the ring and said, "Old Han, as long as you didn't kill anyone, even if you beat him into a vegetable, it's still in line with the rules of the Martial Arts Summit."

        Han Third Thousand smiled and said, "You want to take out your anger too?"

        "Why wouldn't I want to, this guy is too arrogant, he must be taught a lesson." Yang Wanlin gritted his back groove teeth and said, enough to see how much he hated Yan Bingfeng.

        Han Giangli patted Yang Wanlin's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'll take out this fury for you."

        As the time of the match approached, the entire arena was in an almost packed state, in previous years, this kind of situation happened after the semi-finals, and it had to be said that Yan Bingfeng's influence was indeed very strong, if it wasn't for him, it would have been impossible to see this kind of pomp and circumstance in the preliminary stage.

        There were not only Yan Bingfeng's followers in the audience, but also many people from the martial arts school, some of them had seen Han 3,000's strength, and some of them had only heard about it, and had come to watch the battle today, if only to understand how strong Han 3,000's strength was.

        In the eyes of an outsider, Han 3,000's first match had nothing but shock, but in the eyes of an insider, whether Han 3,000 had shown his strongest strength or had reservations was what they cared about.

        And with Yan Bingfeng as their opponent again today, it made them very curious as to whether or not Han Three Thousand could continue to win.

        Outsiders, they were looking at Yan Binghong, while insiders, they were putting all their attention on Han Qianli's body.

        "If even Yan Bingfeng isn't a match for Han Three Thousand, I'm afraid Yanjing's martial world is going to change."

        "Yeah, he's still so young, if he's this strong, he'll definitely be a benchmark in the martial world in the future, which martial school can let him join, he'll definitely be able to leap into the number one martial school in Yanjing."

        "I've heard that Han Qianqian is only close to the Yang family now and isn't involved with any martial dao school, if he wins this battle, I'm afraid that all martial dao schools will try to start stealing him."

        At this time, Yan Bingfeng was the first to appear on stage, and his appearance caused the entire arena to instantly boil over.

        "Yan Binghong."

        "Yan Binghong."

        "Yan Binghong."

        The fighting power of those women erupted unreservedly at this moment, and their voices were so loud that they almost took off the roof of the arena.

        After Yan Bingfeng entered the ring, he acted like a master, his hands behind his back, receiving the baptism of shouts.

        This was something that Yan Bingfeng enjoyed very much, he liked the feeling of being recognized by the public, it was like standing on top of a mountain and looking down on the world's ants.

        When Yan Bingfeng raised his right hand, the arena instantly quieted down, this absolute control, it was like every woman had become his puppet.

        "What are you still staring at, are you afraid?" Yan Bingfeng said to Han Giangli.

        Han Three Thousand Years walked towards the ring with flippant footsteps.

        Some women who looked down on Han Three Thousand Year booed, deliberately badmouthing and hitting Han Three Thousand Year.

        But such sounds wouldn't cause any discomfort to Han 3000, he had absolute strength, and this level of heart interference was completely wasted effort.

        "It seems that no one thinks you can win, the winner seems to have been split." Yan Bingfeng said proudly.

        "If you have any tricks, use them as soon as possible, otherwise I'm afraid you won't have a chance." Han Giangli said.

His True Colors Chapter 1186

Han Qianli's contempt didn't make Yan Bingfeng angry, but instead made him laugh from the bottom of his heart, because in his eyes, Han Qianli was not only ignorant, but more like an idiot.

        He was the most hopeful winner of this year's Wuji Summit, and Han Qianxiang, a little guy with no name, who had only won one match, dared to call out to him!

        "Kid, showing off your tongue will only make your death even uglier." Yan Bingfeng said.

        Under the ring, the owner of the Heaven and Earth Martial Dao Museum had a somewhat heavy expression, as he had carefully studied Han Qianqian's first match, and that kind of amazing explosive power was definitely only possessed by a strong man, once Yan Bingfeng dropped his guard in the middle of this match, I'm afraid the outcome would be unexpected, but unfortunately, Yan Bingfeng was too inflated and ignored his advice.

        "Hey, I hope I'm overthinking it, or else ......" the pavilion owner sighed to himself, he knew that once Yan Bingfeng lost this match, it was likely that he would be devastated, because he was now sought after by too many people, and if he lost the match, he would fall straight into the abyss, such a fallout was unbearable at Yan Bingfeng's age.

        At this time, the referee signaled the two sides to make final preparations, which meant that the match was about to begin.

        A martial arts competition has turned into a unilateral home ground for Yan Bingfeng, just like those singers holding a concert.

        Yan Bingfeng was extremely enjoying this situation, he was like the brightest star under the attention of thousands of people.

        "Competition, begin!" With the referee's order, the match finally started.

        The shouts from the stands also stopped at this time, and most of the people's eyes fell on Yan Bingfeng, wanting to see in what way he would win.

        And most of them didn't have much expectation for this match, because in their eyes, Han Giangli was set to lose, it was just a matter of time.

        "Kid, I'll give you a chance to make the first move, otherwise, you won't even have a chance to show yourself," Yan Bingfeng said to Han Three Thousand, looking at that pitying look as if he couldn't quite bear to let Han Three Thousand lose too badly.

        Han Qianqian smiled faintly, Yan Bingfeng was so far above his eyes, even if he hadn't met him, sooner or later he would have harmed himself by being inflated.

        "Then I'll be rude." Han Qianli's voice just fell, shaped like a rapid thunderbolt, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of Yan Bingfeng.

        The display of speed alone had already caused many insiders to cry out in alarm.

        "What a fast movement."

        "The world's martial arts are only fast, and he was able to achieve such speed!"

        "This guy, where exactly does he study from, how could he display such a strong strength at such a young age!"

        Han Qianqian didn't really make a move, but he had already received high praise from many martial daoists.

        Yan Bingfeng, on the other hand, was in awe, he knew exactly what such speed meant, the naked eye was not able to defend himself once Han Three Thousand was on the offensive against him!

        At this time, Han 3,000 launched his palm without too much amazing force, after all, with his current strength, no matter who was standing in front of him, he would be able to do it in one move, so in order not to make the match too ugly, Han 3,000 merely took out one point of his strength.

        Yan Bingfeng looked at the right moment and used his fist against his palm, and the moment the fist and palm touched, Yan Bingfeng's face revealed a smile, although Han Qianqian's speed was very fast, his strength was insignificant, unable to do any damage to him.

        "With that much strength, you still want to hurt me?" Yan Bingfeng laughed and scoffed.

        He seemed to have completely forgotten how Han Qianqiang had defeated his opponent in the first match.

        The pavilion master, offstage, sighed a long sigh, and although it was only a single contact, he was already able to anticipate the final outcome of the match.

        For him, who had carefully studied Han Marchant's first match, he was well aware of how terrifying Han Marchant's strength was, and now, Han Marchant definitely retained his strength, which was why Yan Bingfeng was able to take the palm strike.

        "There's a huge disparity in strength, and the result of this match is already out." The museum master said.

        When the disciple on the side heard this, he mistook it for the pavilion master's comment about Yan Bingfeng and said with a smile, "Master, the difference in strength between this kid and Big Brother is certainly disparate, and it's only a matter of time before Big Brother wants to win against him."

        The pavilion master smiled bitterly, the reason why they had this kind of arrogance that was so unattractive was because Yan Bingfeng had brought them down.

        The pavilion master admitted that Yan Bingfeng did have a strong talent, and it was because of his strong talent that he was able to have the strength he had now, and he didn't have too many bumps on his path to gain fame, which led to Yan Bingfeng's arrogant personality.

        It was a pity that this time, Yan Bingfeng had fallen, and would fall very badly.

        "You guys remember today's lesson well, and as human beings, remember not to be arrogant, or else you will end up in the same situation as Yan Bingfeng." The museum master said.

        These words made the crowd of disciples puzzled, Big Brother would obviously win the competition, how come in Master's mouth, it was like he was going to lose.


        It's for the powerful to be arrogant.

        Weak trash, and with what to be arrogant?

        This group of disciples, took their arrogance for granted, as they had the strength to do so.

        "Master, you're not confused, how come you're listening to you and your brother is going to lose?" A certain disciple was puzzled and asked the museum master.

        "He, however, is just retaining his strength, or else this palm, Yan Bingfeng has already lost." The pavilion master said.

        In the ring, Han 3,000 had not only restrained his strength, but had also restrained so very much that Yan Bingfeng was able to stand unharmed on the ring.

        Yan Bingfeng, who had received a slap, began to counterattack, but neither speed nor strength was any threat to Han Three Thousand, and even Han Three Thousand, who was dodging Yan Bingfeng's attacks, appeared to be particularly relaxed and idle.

        To an outsider, this looked like Han Three Thousand was comprehensively suppressed and could only dodge around constantly.

        But in the eyes of an insider, Han 3,000 merely didn't make a move, so as to allow Yan Bingfeng the opportunity to attack, which one was stronger or weaker, was already evident at this time.

        Yan Bingfeng was very annoyed at this time, Han Three Thousand's movements were too fast, his every punch and palm fell short, which not only couldn't harm Han Three Thousand, but also greatly wasted his physical strength, and if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would exhaust all of his strength and wouldn't be able to pose a threat to Han Three Thousand.

        "You're a wimp, don't you dare to confront me head on?"


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