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At this time, Yang Shang's aura came from the inside, no longer the gentle and polite appearance just now, full of domineering aura, and looked at Wang Le coldly and said, "Because his fighting spirit has passed away, his body is incomplete, and his qi and blood are exhausted, the result of the battle with me is doomed to fail, and there is no need to fight."

A glimmer flashed in Wang Le's eyes, and he stared at Yang Shang. The hostility and fighting spirit burst out. He looked at Yang Shang in a tit-for-tat way, and said seriously: "In today's battle, you will know that when a person with tattoos is completely damaged and his qi and blood is at its peak, his combat power will be unparalleled!"

Everyone under the ring saw the two guys on the ring chatting and couldn't help but feel confused. When they got on the ring, they didn't move their fists and feet, why did they just talk nonsense? Is there anyone who fought like this?!

Just when everyone was a little impatient, they suddenly felt a flash in front of them. Wang Le and Yang Shang on the ring moved at the same time, and they both flew up in the air, and each of them flew into the air with their feet continuously and hit each other quickly, colliding with each other in the air.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, the two people on the ring seemed to have never landed on the ground in the eyes of the onlookers. Their legs collided and interspered one after another, as fast as lightning, and were dazzling.

The dull sound of the two legs colliding together was not the sound of flesh and blood colliding, but the sound of sharp and sharp iron collision, just like the sound of iron slashing in the blacksmith's workshop, endlessly, with crisp sounds.

Suddenly, Yang Shang let out a roar, and saw him fall from the air, then bounce up quickly, poked out his hands, turned into eagle claws, and rushed to Wang Le, who had just landed on the ring. At this moment, Yang Shang was hunting like an eagle, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and his claws were like iron hooks, and a cold light lit up faintly!

When Wang Le looked up at Yang Shang who was flying towards him, the cold wind brought by the iron claws had already dispelled Wang Le's long hair in front of his forehead. At this time, Wang Le raised his arms to guard the portal, kicked his left foot, and directly hit Yang Shang's lower body, fierce and spicy, leaving no room for anything!

Li Shang turned sideways, avoiding Wang Le's right leg raised, and at the same time, his hands that were poking out were also nullified because of the twisting of his body. He could only use one hand to turn his claws and grab Wang Le's arms blocking the door.

Suddenly, blood and flesh splattered from the sky of the ring.

"Hiss!" Wang Le took a breath of air, with an unexpected look in his eyes. He did not expect Yang Shang to hurt him. Even if he did not use the innate power in his body, with his physique, it would be difficult for ordinary people to hurt him.

When Yang Shang succeeded in the attack, he did not pursue the victory because his power was exhausted when he avoided Wang Le's right leg kicked in the air, so he had to retreat straight after landing and distance himself from Wang Le.

"Wang Le is injured!"

Under the arena, Tang Yufeng, who was standing outside, showed a shocked and surprised expression, looked at Su Nan next to him and said.

Then, Tang Yufeng sighed and continued: "For a long time, those experienced people in the circle said that Yang Shang once could do all the masters of the world and never lost. Today, it seems that it is true."

Su Nan was not surprised at all and replied casually: "Of course it's true. Yang Shang is extremely talented. Even Mr. Mu once cherished his martial arts talent, broke the family rules, and granted him his true teachings."

At this time, when the two separated on the ring, Yang Shang had just stabilized his body when he saw Wang Le didn't care about the injuries on his arm. He kicked his feet and chased Yang Shang, waved a fist and smashed it to Yang Shang's face with the blood on his arm.

Yang Shang was not panicked, and he poked out a punch to meet him. At the same time, he did not forget to attack and kicked Wang Le's belly.

"Bang!"

When Wang Le and Yang Shang fists, Yang Shang kicked Wang Le's belly, and the other party was also blocked.

Just as the two sides fists and feet intersected and opened as soon as they touched, Wang Le, who was about to retreat, suddenly stopped his momentum, twisted his body, and slid past Yang Shang in front of him like lightning, allowing the other party to come behind him before reacting, and swung his fist to the center of Yang Shang's back.

Yang Shang's hair stood upside down and it was too late to turn around, so he had to stop the retreating trend and move horizontally to the side, trying to avoid Wang Le's iron fist.

It was so fast that Wang Le could not let Yang Shang get his wish. The iron fist he waved instantly broke through the usual speed and suddenly accelerated. The moment Yang Shang moved away, the iron fist hit Yang Shang's shoulder blades that had not yet been removed.

"Bang!"

Everyone under the ring saw Yang Shang's whole body being smashed by Wang Le's punch and rushed forward, hitting the ring rope directly. The moment he bounced up, Yang Shang poked out his left hand, which had not been injured, and grabbed the rope, stopped his body that was bounced towards Wang Le, and then quickly turned around and looked at Wang Le.

Wang Le did not pursue and seized the opportunity to compete, but just stood there.

At this time, Yang Shang was hit hard on the shoulder blades on his back, causing the bone joints of his right arm and shoulder here to be severely damaged and completely lost his combat power.

"Stop until the time, how about this draw?" Wang Le smiled.

Yang Shang paused, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, nodded and smiled, "Okay."

After a pause, Yang Shang looked at Wang Le and said meaningfully: "Your strength is more than that. I hope you can let go of the battle next time."

Wang Le smiled, looked at Yang Shang deeply, and said slowly: "We will be free from each other, but we can't let go of each other. Now we have finally lived a life of harmony and wealth, so we can't lose our lives in a mess."

Yang Shang was stunned, then burst into laughter, and Wang Le also smiled.

After a fight, both of them were both people who did not show their true strength. At this time, everything was silent because they all knew that the other party had danced with the devil and had people covered in blood in their hands!

Everyone under the ring couldn't help but look disappointed. They just hit the blood of both sides and had reached the final stage of fighting to decide the outcome. Why did they stop?!

It's like watching the power outage suddenly when I was enjoying my ***. How can I not be disappointed!

At this time, no one dared to let the two guys on the ring stop and continue working.

How can you avoid depression and disgust in this feeling!

When Wang Le walked off the stage, Mu Xiyan hurriedly walked up, held the other party, and said worriedly: "Your arm is bleeding, hurry up and bandage it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Chen Quan running over with a first aid kit.

After Mu Xiyan took the first aid kit from Chen Quan, she took out alcohol, gauze and bandages from it to bandage Wang Le's injured arm.

"I didn't see that you can tie my brother. Where did you learn this skill?"
Chapter completed!