As Bai Ye finished speaking, the atmosphere around him suddenly became serious.

Except for him, everyone's eyes were vaguely looking at the man sitting in the corner.

In the corner of the room, a muscular man was sitting with his arms and legs crossed.

Hearing Bai Ye's words, he raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Bai Ye with a fierce and domineering look, as if trying to explore his identity.

He is the current nominal number one on the planet, Ivanov!

nervous……

Everyone in the audience looked at Bai Ye in fear. This young man was so ignorant of his own life that he dared to challenge the emperor who was in first place.

"I understand that young people are motivated to stand out, but you seem to have picked the wrong opponent."

Ivanov stood up, and with his two-meter-tall height, he looked down at Bai Ye with a strong sense of oppression: "Looking at your face, you seem to be from the Asian side. Didn't the power behind you tell you not to anger me?"

"Oh, you are the number one Russian black bear. Sorry, sorry, it's a bit rude of me to mention your name."

Bai Ye walked forward without any nervousness, staring at the bald muscular man in front of him: "You are ranked first, so you must be very strong. How about we have a competition?"

Looking at the other person's "lush" bald head, Bai Ye subconsciously asked: "I heard from passers-by on the street that you implanted Saiyan blood in the Air World and practiced hard for three years, but what about your hair?"

Ivanov: (╬▔皿▔) Bai Ye’s words made Ivanov’s face reveal subtle dissatisfaction. This young man looks very jumpy.

Although the mission worlds are randomly selected, and theoretically, everyone who meets the requirements can enter, it is obviously more beneficial to form a group.

Therefore, the selection of the mission world is mostly tacitly agreed upon, with each national force selecting a separate world copy.

Naturally, most of the people in the copy where this Russian No. 1 is located are his powerful subordinates.

The other members nearby wanted to shout and scold, but were stopped by Ivanov.

He looked fierce and said, "Since you want to spar, let's do it here. I will try my best to teach you a little lesson without destroying this building."

"Don't worry, as your senior, I'll let you make the first move."

"Let me make the first move? I will also be careful to restrain myself." Bai Ye waved his hand with a relaxed expression.

As the conversation between the two reached this point, the people around them were already looking forward to it, wanting to witness the first person take action.

"Hmm..." At this time, Ivanov frowned, because he felt an inexplicable field released from the young man in front of him and spread around.

Although he didn't know what the use of this was, he still became secretly alert and no longer had the contempt he had before.

"Get ready, I need to first..." Bai Ye raised his right fist, and halfway through his words, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

Because in front of him, Ivanov, who was supposed to attack first, had a layer of white energy bursting out of his body, and his right fist brought a fierce wind to hit him in the face.

Ivanov kept his composure, but he was roaring in his heart: "Haha, you didn't expect that, fighting is for victory, see you in the next life, kid."

"Using all your strength right from the start? That's a smart choice." Bai Ye smiled as he looked at the stunned Ivanov, as if he was the one being challenged.

The next moment, the competition between the two officially began.

“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!”

From the perspective of the onlookers, the two figures turned into afterimages and they were bombarding each other madly.

Each of their punches could flatten the streets beneath their feet, but strangely, there was no sign of any ripples.

Apart from the strong wind and roaring sound caused by the impact of fists, there was no other impact on the surroundings.

It was as if the two of them and this world were not on the same level.

"Bang boom!" Bai Ye and Ivanov exchanged two punches again, and then both of them retreated two steps with enough strength to stop the fighting.

All in all, the entire fight between the two men lasted only three seconds, but they had already exchanged tens of thousands of punches.

The people around him were already open-mouthed in shock. This rookie had fought the best man in the world to a draw. Where did this Sword God of Shilipo come from? Even though Ivanov did not use his full strength at this moment, the young man looked very relaxed. It was obvious that neither side was serious.

"Not bad, young man. I used 70% of my strength in the previous fight. You were able to use this mysterious force field to fight against me, and you are already one of the top three masters on the planet."

Ivanov's expression became calm and no longer serious. Instead, he smiled like a good senior.

"Oh, you have enough to be proud of yourself for being able to ground 30% of my force in close combat." Bai Ye smiled calmly, and these words made Ivanov's face turn dark.

Gently inserting his hand into the bag, Bai Ye said to the people present: "I have already understood your strength clearly. In this case, I will go and complete the task."

"Hey, wait, my friend." A middle-aged white man came up and said, "You have such strong power, why don't you join us and form a team together, so that we can take care of each other."

Faced with the middle-aged white man's attempt to keep him, Bai Ye just looked the other person up and down, then subconsciously revealed a trace of disgust for the trash on his face, and shook his head with a polite smile to refuse.

With a light leap, Bai Ye jumped out of the building and landed on the ground. After looking into the distance, he walked away in one direction.

And with Bai Ye's departure, other lone wolf reincarnations who were not in the same camp as Ivanov also left one by one.

"Emperor, why didn't you keep him just now?" After the reincarnations from different camps left, a subordinate stepped forward and asked.

Ivanov was silent for a moment before saying, "I really used 70% of my normal strength just now. As for him... although he is indeed only level 5, he seems to have no shortcomings in all aspects. If I don't use my trump card, I am not sure I can keep him for the time being."

As soon as these words were spoken, the air around them stagnated slightly, and everyone stared at Ivanov in shock.

"What if we use the props we just bought?" another subordinate couldn't help but ask.

Ivanov smiled disdainfully: "That 12th-level item is for use at critical moments. It's not worth wasting. Otherwise, if I get excited, I'll kill him like a butcher!"

(End of this chapter)