"Ye Fan wins!"
In the backyard of the Ye Residence, Ye Xiude announced the victor while waving his hand.
Today was the clan competition that was held every season in the Ye Residence. All the disciples had to participate, and then they would be grouped according to their age.
In the past three years, Ye Fan had always been a punching bag that every disciple of the Ye family wanted to fight. But now, Ye Fan had become a living hell that everyone was afraid of.
Seven battles and seven victories. Ye Fan won every victory with just one hit. Among the disciples of the Ye family of the same age, there was no longer anyone who was a match for Ye Fan.
"Thank you." Ye Fan cupped his hands toward Ye Zhong, who had been defeated by him, and jumped off the stage.
