Shen Lang is unable to use his internal strength now, and relying on it is also the quality and strength of his body.

Even if he fights head-on with the big guy in front of him, Shen Lang will not lose.

But it will definitely take a lot of effort, and Shen Lang doesn't want to do this.

There are two more games in the future, and Zhou Kuang will definitely arrange a more powerful guy.

Shen Lang put on the stand of the plum blossom stake, stepped forward suddenly, and punched Pansen in the face.

Pan Sen flashed sideways. He knew that Shen Lang's physical strength was amazing, and he did not dare to take Shen Lang's punch easily.

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

"Dong!"

Shen Lang hit Pansen's right face firmly. Pansen took several steps back, vomiting blood from his mouth, and two of his teeth were kicked to pieces.

In terms of speed and physical flexibility, Pansen is still inferior to Shen Lang.

Shen Lang did not choose to deal with him head-on, but instead used his flexible body skills to make use of his advantages.

Pansen roared and punched Shen Lang's forehead.

Shen Lang flicked left and right, avoiding Pansen's fists one after another, his body was extremely light and he seemed at ease.

Pansen removed his strength, and Shen Lang kicked his legs hard again with a whip. Pansen could only raise his arms to defend.

Shen Lang saw the opponent's flaw and then punched Pan Sen's lower abdomen.

Another solid muffled sound, Pansen took a few steps back, and the attacks made a bloodthirsty red light appear in his eyes.

"Damn it, the skin is strong enough!" Shen Lang smacked his lips. Pansen's bones and flesh were surprisingly hard. It was impossible to solve this guy in seven or eight ways.

"I want to kill you!" Pansen shouted loudly and rushed towards Shen Lang like a tank.

The two soon fought together.

Shen Lang's fist and foot speed is getting faster and faster. Shen Lang used to use external martial arts such as Tan Lu and Meihuaquan, and now he has to use them.

Shen Lang has a strong adaptability. In actual combat, the more he used the plum blossom boxing and the twelve-way Tan Le, he became more and more proficient. Before he knew it, he actually integrated the two martial arts!

The flexibility and power of the plum blossom fist, the speed of Tan Le, and the two martial arts are perfectly matched by Shen Lang!

Gradually, Pansen was suppressed, and Shen Lang's smooth attack made him breathless and his body was damaged.

The audience at the scene 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 Pansen's chest with a straight punch.

"Puff!" Panson squirted a mouthful of blood and took a few steps back.

Shen Lang seized the opportunity, put himself in front of him, and waved his fists wildly.

With just one breath, he punched Pansen's upper body seven or eight punches in a row, each punch with nearly four or five hundred kilograms of force.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong!"

With a heavy muffled sound, Panson's face was completely distorted. Even if he was so shameless, he couldn't help but beat him like this.

After seven or eight punches, Panson's ribs were broken, and blood was pouring out of his mouth and nose. He fell to the ground, his whole body twitched, and he couldn't even get up.

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

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

Pansen had no combat power at all, like a dead dog. Shen Lang had no expression on his face and was ready to go up and kill Pansen.

"The competition is over, Mr. Panson admits defeat!" Suddenly, a maid snatched the microphone from the host's hand and shouted.

After saying this, the maid quickly ran outside the cage and shouted to Shen Lang: "Shen Lang, Brother Kuang asked me to tell me, you spare Pan Sen's life, otherwise you will know the consequences!"

Shen Lang snorted coldly, how dare this guy Zhou Kuang threaten him?

There was a sigh of relief in the audience.

"How can there be such a rule!"

"That's right, this is the change of the rules halfway through."

There were waves of opposition from the audience.

"Pan...Panson is just a guest we invited first, there is no need to fight with one's life!" The maid shouted with the microphone.

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

Without the objection of the audience in the field, the metal cage in the center of the ring was opened. Pansen was already scared and had no temper anymore. He knew that he was no longer Shen Lang's opponent, so he crawled out of the cage while gasping.

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

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

With a crisp "click", Pan Sen's right arm was cut off by Shen Lang, and he let out a hoarse scream, and his eyes were fainted.

After doing all this, Shen Lang returned to the seat below without a sound and drank a glass of water.

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

"Damn it, it's so fucking weird." Zhou Kuang cursed.

He thought that even if Panson lost, he should be able to get Shen Lang slightly injured.

Unexpectedly, Shen Lang only took a little time to solve Pansen.

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

This is fucking unscientific. Is this kid's outer skills so powerful that it is so terrifying?

Seeing that Pansen's right arm was broken by Shen Lang, Zhou Kuang's mind was about to explode. It would be fine if Pansen's right arm could be cured. If it could not be cured, Zhou Kuang didn't know how he should report this to the headquarters.

"Brother Kuang, this situation is a bit bad! If this continues, the boy named Shen may be able to finish twenty-five games." Wan Tianpeng's face was also a little unfair.

Unexpectedly, Shen Lang was so powerful that he would be in big trouble if this kid didn’t get rid of it!

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

Wan Tianpeng's eyes rolled and said, "Are there two more games? Let's change the way of the game and let this kid die in the ring, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

Zhou Kuang asked, "What method does it change?"

Wan Tianpeng narrowed his eyes and said, "Let the two masters behind him come on the field to deal with Shen Lang together, and one game is counted as two games."
Chapter completed!