The neon monsters' attacks couldn't break through Xu Fan's defenses.

Xu Fan, however, directly broke the Japanese commander's mental defenses.

These neon soldier monsters are extremely terrifying beings.

One of their monsters can flip a tank in one go.

With a single claw strike, it can tear through a steel plate six centimeters thick.

But now, the neon commander began to ponder.

For the first time, he questioned his and his soldiers' combat capabilities.

Xu Fan was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep.

The rifle in his hand was originally an undead weapon, so it was not afraid of being damaged.

A neon soldier monster seized the opportunity.

It grabbed Xu Fan's back with one claw.

"You succeeded?"

The hearts of all the deceased present were in suspense.

This scene is very similar to a group of players fighting a boss in a dungeon.

The only difference is that this boss is Xu Fan.

The clothes were torn to shreds instantly.

However, the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere that the dead had imagined did not occur.

Xu Fan stood motionless in place.

However, these undead who have lost their physical bodies can feel the surrounding temperature starting to drop.

Even the Japanese commander felt a chill.

That's murderous intent!

The murderous aura that Xu Fan exuded actually caused the surrounding temperature to drop.

Do you even realize how big a mistake you've made?!

Xu Fan practically gritted his teeth as he said those words.

He was holding pieces of clothing in his hand.

"Do you know how much I love this dress? And you just tore it up."

The neon soldier monster that launched the sneak attack was already struggling to process what was happening.

He stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what to say.

"Have you ever seen a fist as big as a clay pot like mine?"

Xu Fan raised his fist.

"This punch is to commemorate my damaged clothes."

Xu Fan concentrated his true energy into his fist.

One punch, just one punch.

They actually blasted the upper half of the attacking neon soldier monster into dust.

The Japanese soldier monsters standing behind this guy were also implicated.

Some lost an arm, some lost half a shoulder, and some even lost their entire head.

"We didn't do anything to you, did we? We didn't offend anyone!"

The neon soldier monsters that were accidentally hit let out a mournful cry.

"Those who are not of our race will surely have different hearts. Those who offend our Chinese nation, no matter how far away, will be punished!"

Before the neon soldier monsters could react, Xu Fan charged into the battlefield.

Since the opponent cannot cause any real damage to me, while my own attacks are extremely effective.

What's there to be afraid of?

Just go for it!

The Japanese soldier commander gestured for a pause.

He said to Xu Fan in broken Chinese, "You're really, really good. We're no match for you."

"What's wrong? Are you surrendering?"

Xu Fan brandished his spear while asking questions.

The Japanese commander shook his head and said, "We are all warriors of the Empire, and we can only die on the battlefield. We cannot surrender."

"Then what's the point of saying all this nonsense?"

"Mine and yours, let's work one-on-one!"

Xu Fan brandished his spear, forcing back the neon soldier monsters around him.

"A one-on-one fight? I have the advantage now, why would I fight you one-on-one?"

The flesh on the Japanese commander's face was almost completely rotten, but Xu Fan could still see that the other man was smiling—a very eerie smile.

"Chinese people, look over there!"

Xu Fan looked in the direction the Neon Commander was pointing.

Wang Pangzi was being held in the hand of a neon soldier monster that was at least two meters tall.

Fatty Wang's face was ashen, but his hands were not idle.

Using his own eerie camera, he filmed images of neon soldier monsters up close.

That's really dedication.

He was on the verge of death, yet he was still obsessed with filming a wildly popular short video.

Xu Fan was so angry he felt like he was going to grind his teeth to powder.

Although Fatty Wang wasn't exactly reliable, he took special care of Xu Fan during their school days.

What exactly is the neon commander up to?

He could have used Fatty Wang's life to force himself to lay down his weapons and let them slaughter him.

However, they chose a method that appeared to be particularly upright and honorable.

Xu Fan suspected there was a trap, but even if there was, at this moment, Xu Fan had no choice but to jump down.

"Okay, I agree to your terms, but you must release my friend first."

The neon commander shook his head.

"No, no, no, your friend is the bargaining chip in this duel. Only if you win against me can I release him."

"Rest assured, Chinese people, our Imperial soldiers always keep their promises."

I don't believe you for a second, you old geezer, you're a really bad guy.

Although Xu Fan didn't believe the other party would keep their promise, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight.

If it were those neon soldier monsters, that would be fine, but Xu Fan was worried about the command sword in the hands of the neon commander.

His weapon is a sharp instrument that can directly wound the soul.

If I got a solid cut from that knife.

Even if Xu Fan doesn't die, he'll lose half his life.

The neon commander ordered the neon soldier monsters to retreat a bit.

They automatically formed a square arena.

It was as if we had rehearsed it many times before.

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