Godly Dragon Guard

"Ghost Face, beat this kid to death!"

"Yes, beat him to death!"

"kill him!"

All the audience in the audience were shouting. Many people lost a lot of money because of Shen Lang, and now they naturally hate Shen Lang very much.

Now that Ghost Face is here, the audience wants Ghost Face to kill Shen Lang immediately, as if to avenge them for losing money.

Shen Lang glanced at the clamoring audience, with a hint of sneer on his lips. This society has fallen to this point. The so-called upper class people do not take human life seriously for the sake of temporary excitement.

Perhaps they are very proud of themselves and think that since they are paying to watch, these boxers should satisfy their bloodthirsty desires.

The strength of this ghost face should be considered among the best among the four-star masters. Seeing the ghost face hit his head, Shen Lang snorted coldly and used a stone-splitting palm to slap the ghost face on the forehead like lightning.

Ghost Face felt a strong wind coming from Shen Lang's palm. Instead of panicking, he grinned and hit Shen Lang's chest hard.

"Iron head! Iron head!"

"Ghost Face, hit him to death with your iron head!"

The audience in the audience shouted, this is Ghost Face’s trump card, Iron Head!

Ghost Face's forehead was trained to be harder than a stone. It was this head attack called the Iron Head that killed many people. Much more powerful than a fist!

The ghost-faced head slammed into Shen Lang's chest, with a cruel smile on his lips. He felt that even if he couldn't kill the kid, he would still be seriously injured.

The next moment, Shen Lang slapped the ghost's shiny head with a heavy palm.

"Boom!"

A heavy muffled sound came.

Ghost Face felt as if a huge boulder had hit his head, blocking all the force on his head. He took several steps back to stabilize his body, and his head felt a little dizzy.

Shen Lang smacked his lips. This guy was pretty tough. He probably practiced low-level skills like Tietou Gong, which was both internal and external.

If it were an ordinary person, Shen Lang's palm would have chopped the person's head into pieces.

Seeing that Ghost Face's attack had no effect, he actually took several steps back. The whole place was silent. This was the first time that Ghost Face's iron head couldn't hit someone.

Ghost face's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly cleared his head and stared at Shen Lang in front of him. His playful expression completely disappeared and was replaced by a solemn one.

This boy is not simple!

There was a commotion in the audience, and someone at the scene couldn't help shouting: "Ghost Face, beat him to death!"

Shen Lang snorted coldly, stepped forward, and rushed forward.

He raised his right foot and struck the ghost face with a snake whip kick.

"Hoo ho!"

One leg was accompanied by a roaring air explosion, and the speed reached an extreme, and the audience at the scene was even dazzled.

Ghost Face was shocked. He didn't expect Shen Lang to be so fast, and his body couldn't even react.

In desperation, Ghost Face had no choice but to raise his arms to block.

There was a muffled sound of "dong", and a powerful force came over. Ghost Face felt that his arms even lost consciousness, and his body fell down involuntarily.

Shen Lang stepped forward and hit Ghost Face's chest hard with a stone-splitting palm.

"Poof!" A large mouthful of blood spurted out from Ghost Face's mouth.

Shen Lang quickly connected with his left leg and made another sweep, hitting Guimian's chest again.

Ghost Face's face was extremely distorted, his sternum had been shattered, and it was visibly dented. Blood spurted out, and his body flew seven or eight meters away, hitting the metal fence heavily.

He fell to the ground with a "plop".

The shouts from the audience gradually disappeared, and everyone looked at the ring with wide eyes.

In the VIP private room, Wan Tianpeng and Zhou Kuang stared at the ring attentively, feeling shocked in their hearts.

"Stone-splitting palm, jade-shattering claw, tan legs! Damn, this kid is so good at outer martial arts." Wan Tianpeng cursed.

Zhou Kuang rolled his eyes. How could the blood killer, who was ranked seventh on the blood diamond list, not be powerful? This kid can reach this level without any internal strength. It’s hard to imagine what kind of terrifying level his strength can reach after this bloody killing restores his internal strength.

He had fought against Shen Lang just now, and this boy must have had reservations! Zhou Kuang felt a little apprehensive.

We can't let this dangerous kid walk off the ring alive!

On the ring, Ghost Face fell to the ground, motionless, with blood overflowing from his mouth, nose, and ears, as if he had died.

Amid the shouts of the crowd, the host went to the metal cage to take a look, bent down and looked at it for a while, then stood up and said in horror: "Ghost... Ghost Face is dead..."

Everyone was stunned and couldn't help but swallowed.

Three moves! In just three moves, Ghost Face was killed?

Ghost Face was the last championship, and he was beaten to death by a kid in three moves?

It's not that Ghost Face is incompetent, it's that this man named Shen Lang is too powerful, and the speed and strength he displays are obvious to all the audience.

It’s unbelievable that this is the power that humans can possess!

"It's so exciting! It turns out that player Shen Lang is a master of this level! Such a violent style of play is unheard of! The most exciting match I have ever seen!" The host held the microphone in his hand, his voice trembling.

There was a commotion in the audience.

After a while, the fat man's voice came from the audience.

The fat man took off all his clothes, stood on the chair, waved the shirt in his hand wildly, and shouted: "Shen Lang! Must win! Shen Lang! Must win!"

The fat man was so excited that Shen Lang won him fifteen million with just two hands!

Many spectators in the audience also stood up, cheering and screaming.

Although most people lost money, it was worth losing money to see such a wonderful game!

"Shen Lang! Shen Lang! Shen Lang!"

The audience was excited and screamed.

"This time, everyone no longer suspects fake punches, right?" the host laughed.

There was no objection off the court. Shen Lang had already proven his strength. He could beat Ghost Face to death with three moves. This man was simply too powerful! Moreover, one kick can lift a person seven to eight meters away. How strong must it be to do this?

"Our player Shen Lang will continue to wait for challenges in the ring. Please cheer for this strong man!" the host said loudly.

There was another burst of excited roars from the audience.

In the VIP private room, Zhou Kuang said to a horse boy: "Go and change the odds for Shen Lang, make it 1 to 1! Change his opponent's odds."

"Brother Kuang, you may have to lose a lot of money in the next few games."

"It's okay, it's okay. If you want to make big money, you have to pay a little bit!" Zhou Kuang chuckled and said: "If you make Shen Lang's opponent's odds more than ten, these greedy guys will definitely want to give it a try, and I won't even pay. You can’t pay much!”

The ring battle continues, and in the third round comes a new boxer.

The audience had already seen Shen Lang's skills, and almost all of them convinced Shen Lang to win. The rookie boxer offered an odds of 1 to 10, but still not many people bought it. Someone bought it for about half a million yuan.

There are always some guys who fantasize about being able to take advantage of the same loopholes as the fat guy before, and think that this new guy might be able to bring them some surprises.

The result was obvious. The rookie boxer was slapped to death by Shen Lang in less than three seconds on the field. He won without any pressure.

In the first twelve games, the opponents Zhou Kuang arranged for Shen Lang were relatively weak, but their level was slowly improving. The audience almost all bought Shen Langying.

Zhou Kuang felt a little regretful. This kid Shen Lang was too bloody. He would beat his boxers to death in almost every match, causing him to lose a lot of boxers. (To be continued)