The field of professional fighting is actually not cruel - if it is formal fighting, but underground fighting is another story. Due to Bailang's status, he may not be able to board the arena under the lights - those people also know that he comes from the north
They have no real identity, so aren't such people the natural fresh blood needed for underground fighting? And if you want to control an underground boxer, the simplest method is money and violence, plus addictive drugs.
However, Bai Lang is not interested in any of this - he will travel back in another nine years, what's the point of asking for money? If it's violence, he doesn't want to break up just yet - as for addictive drugs? Who dares to take this, that's the longevity star
He hanged himself because he thought his life was too long.
"It should be said that it's useless..." Bailang thought as he sat in the lounge after knocking down his opponent again. It was indeed useless. The opponents he faced were already quite powerful. There were several people.
There was even a record of beating people to death in the ring, but he still couldn't do a single move in front of him. Bailang also wanted to try not to attack first and let those people use his martial arts skills for a round, but he found that these people's
Martial arts is the art of fighting, and it has no reference value for his martial arts.
"As for the blood energy to kill? I already have it, okay?" Bai Lang thought so and did the same thing. The martial arts he practiced tended to favor the art of elephants. When practicing, he wanted to think about being like a tiger and a leopard.
Every casual attack must be able to penetrate with one breath, and the strength must be penetrated and exerted by the whole body. So he practiced the tiger shape, and now he has the shape of a golden bell - it's just that his internal strength is not strong enough to become a big bell.
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Muay Thai has always been fierce. The eight places on the feet, knees and elbows are sharp weapons for hitting people. However, the protection of underground fighting is even worse. The gloves can be said to be almost too thin to protect both sides, and the whole body is only a pair of shorts.
There is no crotch guard at all - those who come to place bets just want to see the bloody scenes. Bailang has played more than ten games in it. Although he is a victorious general, it always seems difficult to arouse the enthusiasm of the audience.
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Because his fighting really lacks explosive points, he usually just jumps forward, and then hits with his palm or fist, and the opponent falls to the ground and is unconscious - and there are basically no residual injuries.
He was just knocked unconscious. This is too bloodless and unpalatable to the audience. However, his winning rate is 100%... The gambling syndicate behind the scenes is a bit guilty of this - it is not easy to arrange compensation.
It's cool, but this person seems to be mediocre and doesn't seem to have much popularity among the audience. Why not just keep him in the cold... maybe try to control him with addictive drugs? If possible, no one wants to use violence to force him.
This is how things happened. Bai Lang looks young, around eighteen or nineteen years old. As for his appearance, he was originally quite dirty when he was a beggar. Later, he was able to clean up after joining the Changle Gang, and then became a thug in a dental shop.
The leader is also obsessed with practicing martial arts and rarely goes out to beat people. Therefore, although he looks like he is eighteen or nineteen years old, he still has a pretty face. In fact, Bailang can be considered very handsome after his eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose have grown.
——In any case, with silkworm eyebrows and red phoenix eyes, a nose like hanging gallbladder, thick and strong lips with clear outlines, and a face with a Chinese character, if you reach your twenties in the future, you will definitely be considered to have a good appearance.
For such a man, those people thought that they would definitely be able to take him to try the world of flowers. Isn't it just that he can use women's sex and drugs to control him? If the strength is weakened because of this...
How can his level of strength decline so quickly, let alone those who fight underground and expect to live forever? These people can make a fortune in a well-planned gamble - even if it is only tens of thousands of dollars, the person in front of them is
It has been worth the money, and Bailang's life and death will not be in the eyes of these people at all.
On this day, after Bailang completed his training - now that his martial arts is limited to this area, it is probably difficult to improve, but he will not waste the effort of working hard to circulate his internal energy every day and absorb the purple energy when the sun rises -
-Whether you practice this kind of thing depends entirely on yourself. When the time comes, you will know that you will be responsible for yourself. The assistant who has been taking care of him on weekdays brought a few girls and a few good-looking teenagers, "Let's go out and relax."
Come on." The man said.
Bailang did learn some Thai in this short period of time - after Bailang regained some of his English skills, it is not too difficult to learn other languages in such a tourist country. "Going out.
Relax." Bai Lang looked at the women and smiled, "If it's a beach or something like sea water, it seems pretty good."
"Hey? What's the point of that? Go to a bar or KTV. That's where young people should go." The guy who led the team said, Bailang is good at everything, and he doesn't dislike interpersonal interactions anyway.
, Besides, with his current internal strength in martial arts, drinking some alcohol will not affect him at all - once he has practiced to this level, his liver function will be active, and if the alcohol is not mixed with any special ingredients, he will be able to drink a thousand cups without it.
drunk.
"Perhaps being able to meditate and practice Xiao Zhoutian in the midst of dynamic music will have miraculous effects?" Bailang thought, and followed those few people. "My ears are filled with the sound of ecstasy, and my eyes are filled with slutty women.
." Bai Lang also had a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at the noisy scene in the bar - at this time, a group of people were in the booth, and the women asked Bai Lang to dance several times, but he refused, so these women later
I just snuggled up or simply sat in his arms.
Bai Lang behaved as if nothing had happened, he could be said to be calm and calm. He also held a drink in his hand instead of wine. He drank it here and there, but occasionally he joked a few words with the women - they all spoke English and listened completely.
You know, of course, sometimes you have to respond to the requests of those women and touch them. On the contrary, Bai Lang's eyes were calm and calm, and naturally there was no reaction from his body. There was always something on the side of his mouth.
A crooked smile. "You can laugh and talk without restraint, but your true energy can not wander around at all, little Zhou Tian. This is indeed quite effective." Bai Lang said in his heart.
"Come! Make it more lively! Here, good stuff!" Among the teenagers playing together, someone took out a pack of pills - but Bai Lang could see from the corner of his eye that they had winked at each other before...
"Oh?" Although Bailang basically knew it, he still said "oh" in cooperation with them. "What is this?" Bailang asked knowingly, "This is a wonderful thing! Relax, brother, and take one."
This chapter has been completed!