Godly Dragon Guard

Shen Lang can't use his internal strength now, so he relies on his body's quality and strength.

Even if he had a head-to-head confrontation with the big man in front of him, Shen Lang would not lose.

But it would definitely take a lot of effort, and Shen Lang didn't want that.

There are two more games to come, and Zhou Kuang will definitely arrange more powerful guys.

Shen Lang put on a plum blossom stance, stepped forward suddenly, and punched Pan Sen in the face.

Pan Sen dodged sideways. He knew that Shen Lang's physical strength was amazing, and he didn't dare to take Shen Lang's punch easily.

Unexpectedly, Shen Lang's punch was just a fake move. He immediately withdrew his punch, turned around lightly, suddenly raised his left leg and kicked it upwards.

"Boom!"

Shen Lang hit Pan Sen firmly on the right side of the face with his kick. Pan Sen took several steps back, vomiting blood, and two of his teeth were broken by the kick.

In terms of speed and body agility, Pan Sen is still inferior to Shen Lang.

Shen Lang did not choose to confront him head-on, but relied on his flexible movement to give full play to his advantages.

Pan Sen roared and punched Shen Lang in the head.

Shen Lang dodged left and right, avoiding Pan Sen's fists one after another. His body was extremely light and he seemed to be able to do it with ease.

Pan Sen released his strength, and Shen Lang kicked him hard with his whip leg. Pan Sen could only raise his arms to defend.

Shen Lang spotted the opponent's flaw, and then punched Pan Sen in the abdomen.

There was another solid muffled sound, and Pan Sen took a few steps back. His eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty red light as he was hit one after another.

"Damn, the skin is strong enough!" Shen Lang smacked his lips. Pan Sen's bones and flesh were surprisingly hard. It was impossible to kill this guy with seven or eight moves.

"I'm going to kill you!" Pan Sen shouted and rushed towards Shen Lang like a tank.

The two soon became entangled.

Shen Lang's fists and kicks were getting faster and faster. Shen Lang hardly used external martial arts skills such as Tan Kick and Plum Blossom Boxing before, but now he was forced to use them.

Shen Lang has a strong adaptability. In actual combat, the more he uses Plum Blossom Boxing and Twelve-Way Tan Kicks, the more proficient he becomes, and he unknowingly merges the two martial arts into one!

The flexibility and power of Plum Blossom Fist, the speed of Tan Kung Fu, the two martial arts were perfectly coordinated by Shen Lang!

Gradually, Pan Sen was suppressed. Shen Lang's flowing attacks left him breathless and his body was continuously injured.

The audience held their breath and even forgot to shout and cheer. They had never seen such an exciting fight!

Finally, Shen Lang found a flaw and hit Pan Sen hard in the chest with a straight punch.

"Poof!" Pan Sen spat out a mouthful of blood and took a few steps back.

Shen Lang seized the opportunity, stepped forward and waved his fists wildly.

In just one breath, he punched Pan Sen's upper body seven or eight times in a row, each punch having a force of nearly four to five hundred kilograms.

"Dong-dong-dong-dong!"

There was a heavy muffled sound, and Pan Sen's face was completely distorted. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't help but be beaten like this.

After seven or eight punches, Pan Sen's ribs were broken, blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, and he fell to the ground, twitching all over and unable to get up.

Shen Lang took a few breaths. He had played more than twenty games tonight, and with this high-intensity duel, his body also felt a little tired.

The whole place was silent, and everyone's face was filled with shock. Besides the shock, there was also a hint of unparalleled excitement. I had never seen such a wonderful game before.

Pan Sen was completely powerless, like a dead dog. Shen Lang had no expression on his face, ready to go up and kill Pan Sen.

"The game is over, Mr. Panson surrenders!" Suddenly, a horse boy grabbed the microphone in the host's hand and shouted.

After saying this, Ma Zai quickly ran outside the cage and shouted to Shen Lang: "Shen Lang, Brother Kuang asked me to take the message. Spare Pan Sen's life, otherwise you will know the consequences!"

Shen Lang snorted coldly, Zhou Kuang still dared to threaten him?

There was a sigh of relief in the audience.

"How can there be such a rule!"

"That's right, the rules must have been changed midway."

There were waves of opposition from the audience.

"Pan...Pan Sen is just a guest we invited here. There is no need to risk his life!" Ma Zai shouted while holding the microphone.

"Damn it, everyone is already in the ring, how can I beg for mercy for him?" the fat man in the audience cursed.

Regardless of the objections of the audience, the metal cage in the center of the ring was opened. Pan Sen was frightened and had no temper at all. Knowing that he was no longer Shen Lang's opponent, he panted and crawled out of the cage.

Shen Lang said calmly: "It's okay to spare his life, but!"

After saying that, Shen Lang stepped forward and stepped heavily on Pan Sen's right arm.

There was a crisp "click" sound, and Pan Sen's right arm was stepped on by Shen Lang. He let out a hoarse scream, rolled his eyes and fainted.

After doing this, Shen Lang silently returned to his seat off the court and drank a glass of water.

In the VIP private room, Zhou Kuang's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

"Damn, that's so fucking evil." Zhou Kuang cursed.

He originally thought that even if Pan Sen lost, he should be able to inflict some injuries on Shen Lang.

Unexpectedly, Shen Lang just spent a little time and solved Pan Sen.

Except for the initial punch, Pan Sen didn't even touch Shen Lang's body later, which was equivalent to being beaten by Shen Lang.

This is unscientific. This kid's external martial arts are actually so strong that it's such a terrifying level?

Seeing Pan Sen's right arm being trampled off by Shen Lang, Zhou Kuang's brain was about to explode. It would be better if Pan Sen's right arm could be cured, but if it couldn't be cured, Zhou Kuang didn't know how he should report the matter to the headquarters.

"Brother Kuang, this situation is not good! If things continue like this, the boy named Shen might be able to finish twenty-five games." Wan Tianpeng's face also looked a little ugly.

I didn't expect Shen Lang to be so powerful. If this kid is not eliminated, he will be in big trouble!

Zhou Kuang's face was uncertain and he shouted: "Then what do you think I should do? Should I break the contract? No, I, Zhou Kuang, still have principles! Besides, if I break the contract, it will be really difficult to control that kid!"

Wan Tianpeng rolled his eyes and said: "Aren't there still two more games? Let's change the competition method and make sure this kid dies in the ring, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

Zhou Kuang asked: "What other way?"

Wan Tianpeng narrowed his eyes and said: "Let the two masters at the back go on the field together to deal with Shen Lang, one game counts as two games."

Zhou Kuang was stunned and shouted: "Isn't that one against two? That kid Shen Lang is not a fool, how could he agree?"

"Give him some favorable conditions. This kid is very conceited. I guess he will agree." Wan Tianpeng said. (To be continued)