As the medicine took effect, Yang Maoling felt that his whole body was filled with inexhaustible strength!
The little mule really didn't lie to him. This powerful pill is really useful! At this moment, Yang Maoling felt that he was a superman!
Seeing the short and muscular man's contemptuous smile, Yang Maoling took the initiative to attack! He punched the short and muscular man with a fist!
"Bang"!
Yang Maoling punched the short and muscular man, but at the same time, the short and muscular man also took action, and he punched Yang Maoling on the chest!
Huh? Yang Maoling was slightly startled!
The short and sturdy man's punch seemed extremely powerful, but in fact, it didn't hurt at all!
Yes, it didn't hurt at all. Yang Maoling felt as if he had been pushed, and he didn't feel like he had been beaten at all.
Yang Maoling couldn't help but be a little confused. What did this mean? Could it be that the short and strong man was showing mercy, or was it just a feint?
However, this idea was immediately rejected by Yang Maoling!
Show mercy? How is that possible? The short and stocky man doesn't look like someone who can show mercy. He has killed two people before, and Yang Maoling is still missing?
And feinting is even more impossible. How can anyone feint in a black field? This is all about fighting for strength. It is not filming a martial arts TV series. Feinting is just a way to seek death!
On the contrary, Yang Maoling was very satisfied with the heavy punch he just punched. He clearly felt that the power of this punch was much stronger than usual, and the feeling of hitting it was much better!
The short and sturdy man was also beaten to the point of staggering by Yang Maoling!
The short and sturdy man may not have thought that Yang Maoling would be so powerful, so he had to fight him head-on! Moreover, Yang Maoling's attacks were quite powerful. Even though the short and sturdy man was a quasi-yellow-level master, he still suffered a bit of pain from the beating!
"Seeking death!" A stern look flashed in the short man's eyes, and he punched Yang Maoling again with his fist.
"Bang!"
Another head-to-head collision, Yang Maoling hit the short man again with one punch, and the short man also hit Yang Maoling with one punch!
The two people's novel head-to-head fighting style immediately attracted applause from the crowd! However, most people in the crowd now believed that the short and stocky man would win. Even if Yang Maoling went head-to-head, he would not be the opponent of the short and stocky man!
They cheered "Come on, Red Dragon" in the audience, because the short and sturdy man had a red dragon on his headgear.
Yang Maoling's hood was always a gray dog, but the hood did not cover all of his hair, and some green hair was still exposed. However, no one cheered for him. In everyone's eyes, Yang Maoling had been sentenced to death.
!
Red Dragon has won two games in a row, and both of them were won without any pressure. And this Yang Maoling has nothing special about him. Although he dared to go head-to-head with Red Dragon, he didn't realize how powerful he is.
Huh? Yang Maoling was secretly confused in his heart. The second punch from this short and strong man didn't feel too painful. It was like being hit while playing with others. This was a bit unusual.
!
The short and stocky man used a feint before, but what about now? He can't continue to feint now, right?
Could it be that this powerful pill can not only increase one's strength, but also play a defensive role? Otherwise, why didn't he feel anything when this short and strong man hit him? Thinking of this, Yang Maolin was overjoyed!
In this way, as long as I am invulnerable and fight against the short and strong man, I will naturally have the upper hand! I am very powerful if I don't hit others, and I am not afraid of being hit. I am simply an invincible superman!
Thinking of this, Yang Maoling roared, rushed forward regardless, and started to fight against the short and strong man!
No matter how the short and strong man hit him, he didn't care and just kept punching, punching, and punching!
The audience in the audience was a little dumbfounded. What is going on? Why is Yang Maoling not afraid of death? This desperate fighting style is simply terrifying!
Yang Maoling's chest was dented by the short and strong man, but he still seemed not to feel it at all and was still fighting against the short and strong man!
An Jianwen, who was watching the game, frowned at this moment, glanced at the little mule beside him and said, "Is this person okay? Why does it feel like he's not okay? Is he going to be beaten to death?"
The little mule was also a little unsure: "There were no problems in the past few times. Those who took the medicine could defeat their opponents at the last moment..."
"But he seems to be about to be beaten to death before he can be defeated!" An Jianwen felt that something was wrong today, so he turned to Dr. Yin and said, "Dr. Yin, what's going on?"
"This opponent is too powerful. The drug is still in the initial testing stage. After injection, it will naturally be no problem to deal with ordinary people, but the person we are dealing with now should be a cultivator!" Dr. Yin also frowned: "Let's use Boxer Li.
Come and ask."
"Practitioner? No way? Practitioner comes to fight black boxing?" An Jianwen was stunned, and then said to the little mule: "Go find Master Li and see what's going on with this guy!"
"Yes!" the little mule responded, then turned and went down to find Boxer Li.
Soon, the little mule brought Boxer Li to the room. Boxer Li said to An Jianwen: "Young Master Wen, are you looking for me?"
"Well, look at this man, why can't he still be able to deal with him after being injected with drugs?" An Jianwen pointed at the ongoing game and said.
Boxer Li took a look at the competition screen, and then said: "From the current point of view, this person looks very much like an outside practitioner, but he has not reached the Huang level. It should be said that he is quasi-Huang level. Dr. Yin's medicine should not be able to deal with it.
This person...unless the recipient of the injected drug is unusually strong..."
"Oh? So Yang Maoling can't win this?" An Jianwen frowned.
"It's more bad than good!" Boxer Li said with certainty.
"Damn it!" An Jianwen couldn't help but cursed angrily: "I bet more than 20 million on the Red Dragon today. If the Red Dragon wins, even if the odds are one to one, I will lose it to death!
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"Young Master Wen, don't worry! I'll take action in the next fight!" Boxer Li waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "With my strength, I can easily kill this red dragon!"
"Hmm... That's fine! The Red Dragon has won three games in a row. The bet for the fourth game will definitely be bigger and more, so I can make back my capital with profit this time!" An Jianwen nodded.
I feel relieved...
Yang Maoling is dead! He doesn’t even know how he died. He can’t feel the pain. He just wants to attack again and again, but he never realizes that his sternum has been completely smashed by the short and strong man, and his heart has been shattered.