Chapter 291: Let him go

"Brother Kuang, if he really survived 25 games, would you let him go?" Wan Tianpeng asked.
"Hehe, I promised him so, but I didn't plan to let him go! In 25 games, there will be our five-star masters from Fengyuntang appear in the wheel fight, this kid will not be beaten to death, he must be beaten to death. Exhausted." Zhou Kuang grinned.
A group of Ma Tsai bodyguards around showed a suddenly realized expression. It turned out that the reason Zhou Kuang said that to Shen Lang just now was actually not going to let Shen Lang leave alive.
The cheers at the scene were deafening, and they were replaced by big dogs, beating a white boxer wildly.
"Big dog, blow him up!"
"Big dog, three million, I am betting on you!"
"The big dog is awesome, kill him!"
The audience shouted excitedly.
No matter how far social civilization evolves, the primitive animal nature hidden by humans still exists. Fighting is even more of a character in every man's bones, but each person's performance is different.
It is a modern boxing match, which is also very popular. To put it down a bit, reading fantasy novels for YY, imagining that they have the ability of the protagonist, also confirms the combative character in the human bones.
Not only men, but also many women in the audience.
These loudly shouting audiences seem to be no different from hooligans, but almost everyone is a high-class person in society, with a net worth of at least tens of millions.
The admission fee for tonight's championship game is 100,000, and there are more than 300 spectators. The admission fee for this sixth floor alone is more than 30 million, not to mention the money earned from gambling.
Several brawny men brought Shen Lang to the backstage, putting on the clothes used for the competition, but not wearing gloves.
There are basically no rules in the underground boxing arena here, just like a life-and-death fight, and the more brutal and you fight, the more the audience will like it. Today's championship game, killing opponents and even high prizes.
The players on the field are basically for killing.
Shen Lang's expression was extremely gloomy, and he had not dared to tease him so much. After solving the matter, Zhou Kuang was the first person Shen Lang wanted to kill.
"Mr. Shen, do you need to do warm-up exercises first?" a bald man asked.
This person was the bald man who had led Shen Lang before. He looked at Shen Lang with a slight joking expression at the corner of his mouth.
Shen Lang coldly snorted: "No, let me play quickly."
The bald man looked at the arena, the battle in the metal cage was almost over.
The white boxer fell to the ground, his body crawling forward.
"Hahaha!"
The big dog showed a cruel smile, took a dozen steps back, sprinted with a sprint, his huge body was like a wind, elbowed it, and pressed hard towards the white boxer.
"Boom!"
A heavy muffled noise could be heard at the scene, and the white boxer's chest was even dented by a big dog! Only had time to let out a scream, and he was killed on the spot.
"Big dog, big dog, big dog!"
The cheers at the scene became louder and louder, and the big dog showed a frantic smile, and stretched out his arms very narcissistically, as if to welcome everyone's praise, as if he was the champion of boxing.
The host on the side picked up the microphone in his hand and yelled excitedly: "Do you want the big dog to continue to challenge?"
"want!"
"carry on!"
The roar in the audience became louder. This kind of underground black fist aroused the blood in the hearts of the audience. They were too lazy to care whether people were dead or not. They only cared about who the fighters were in the next game and who would be killed!
Big Dog smiled proudly: "Damn, I've said that, I have to play ten games today, and there are five games left!"
"Big dog!"
"The big dog is mighty!"
The audience is boiling, enough to play ten games? What a courage! The arrogant attitude of the big dog made the scene extremely hot, and a large number of audiences shouted the name of the big dog.
"It's worthy of being our champion last week, the big dog really is full of momentum!" The host roared and continued: "Okay, let's see who is the next challenger!"
The host took the card from a strong man, his face became a little surprised, and he said in surprise: "The name of the next challenger is very unfamiliar, it seems to be a temporary arrangement. The name is Shen Lang, and it looks like a little white face. The name! This ring competition is not a playhouse, let us see if this boxer named Shen Lang has the strength."
"Shen Lang? Who, I have never heard of it!"
"Let him go! Change to someone who is capable!"
"That's it, let him go, we are here to see the boxing, not to see the assaulting children!"
Unhappy and cursing came from the audience.
The host said loudly: "It seems that everyone is very optimistic about this boxer named Shen Lang, but since they have the courage to die, it is not easy for us to refuse. Okay, let's ask this Shen Lang's little white face."
There were bursts of laughter at the scene, and even the host called him a little white face. How is this Shen Lang? Some viewers looked forward to how Shen Lang was killed with the mentality of watching a good show.
Soon, amidst the sighs of the audience, Shen Lang strode over.
The big dog is more than two meters tall, with bulging muscles, not as strong as humans. Has the perfect body that machos most envy.
As for Shen Lang, he seemed to be much thinner, only about 1.8 meters tall, and countless boos came from the moment he appeared on the court.
In fact, Shen Lang's physique is very strong, and his muscles belong to that kind of introverted type. Although it does not look as exaggerated as a big dog, it is very tight and strong, and every inch of muscle seems to be full of terrible explosive power.
The old man said that the real body training is not skin and flesh, but bones, meridians, and blood!
Practicing skin and flesh is just the roughest and lowest level body.
"Fuck, it's funny!"
"What qualifications does this trash have to play, get out!"
"I'm dizzy, little handsome guy, don't think about committing suicide, is it because you are broken in love, and you are broken in this way?" a female audience screamed.
There were constant shouts and curses, and no one was optimistic about Shen Lang. In their eyes, the strength of the body determines everything.
Shen Lang was expressionless and walked to the ring under the of several strong men.
The metal door closed.
The big dog looked at Shen Lang, who was a head shorter than himself, with an extremely contemptuous expression, and shouted, "I don't punch the trash. This is simply insulting me!"
"That's it, let that kid roll off!"
"Big dog, twist this kid's neck!"
Unhappy roars came from all over the scene, and the big dog provocatively raised his at Shen Lang, showing a cruel smile: "Trash, you should go home and drink more milk, you he. Mom doesn't deserve to fight me at all. !"