Li Lang, who is known as the Black Wolf King, is full of arrogance and does not pay much attention to strong men.
He had participated in all the previous boxing matches held by Qingyue Villa and the fights went smoothly.
He won millions of awards three times.
That is to say, fighting too many times at once will consume too much of his physical strength and energy, and his subsequent state will seriously decline. Otherwise, he feels that he can win ten consecutive victories.
Therefore, even if he knew that the strong man was a low-level boxer arranged by Qingyue Villa, he was not afraid.
Li Lang is not a traditional warrior. He does not systematically inherit and practice. Instead, he relies on his own talents and abilities and uses military physical training methods to force his body to continuously break through and become stronger, reaching the third level of martial arts.
This is undoubtedly very scary.
"It's useless to talk to me if you want to deal with me. When I participated in the ring competition for the first time and won four games in a row, a guy with good skills came to stop me. Unfortunately, it didn't work and he was beaten by me anyway.
Go down and get a million-dollar bonus. The same is true for the second and third times, and this time will be no exception." Li Lang raised his fingers at the muscular man with a look of contempt.
"I don't know whether to live or die." The strong man sneered, then grabbed the cloth band tied to his forehead and threw it up.
The next moment, he rushed out in an instant, as fast as lightning.
Everyone barely saw the afterimage flash before someone rushed in front of Li Lang and punched him fiercely.
This punch was so fierce that it made a sound of air tearing through the air.
Li Lang's expression couldn't help but change, he quickly put his hands together and blocked it suddenly.
Bang!
As soon as they made contact, Li Lang felt that the opponent's power was incredibly strong. A punch seemed to contain a huge amount of power.
There was even a hidden force that penetrated and impacted, causing severe pain in his two arms that had been trained to be as solid as stone.
Before Li Lang could respond, the muscular man's second punch had already hit him in front of him.
Then came the third punch, the fourth punch...
This muscular man punched nine times in a row almost instantly.
Li Lang still managed to resist the first two or three punches, but he couldn't do it anymore.
It can't be stopped at all!
The strong man's fists hit each other harder than the last, and the punches were superimposed, like the impact of a giant hammer.
After nine punches, the man in fine clothes closed his fists and stood up.
Li Lang swayed, a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and he fell to the ground.
At this time, the forehead band that had been thrown away by the strong man fell down, was caught by him, and was tied back to his head.
"The Black Wolf King is injured and fainted. Send him to the infirmary quickly!"
At this time, uniformed villa staff rushed to the ring and lifted Li Lang off.
He said he was injured and fainted, but Su Yun knew that Li Lang had been beaten to death by a strong man.
All the internal organs were shattered by those nine punches.
As for the spectators around the ring, no one cared about Li Lang's situation.
Some people who had bet on Li Lang were even cursing at this time.
"What the hell, the Black Wolf King! He has such a big name, and I saw him fight so hard the last few times, so I put a million dollars on him, but this time he was beaten in five games. Damn!"
The fat man with a well-built body spit out thick phlegm when he saw the staff carrying Li Lang past him, which landed right on Li Lang's face.