At the beginning, he crossed over to become the cannon fodder villain's father

But in the next second, He Yulong turned his neck calmly, and easily dodged the punch.

Then, He Yulong punched Claire's abdomen with lightning speed!

puff!
Claire spat out a mouthful of blood, clutching her stomach and collapsed on the ground, twitching constantly.

"Oh! My God! Claire got punched!"

Tony said in disbelief.

The scene was dead silent, and everyone was dumbfounded.

"He Yulong! He Yulong!"

In the next second, overwhelming voices came!

The scene is more lively than the Chinese New Year!Everyone looked at He Yulong excitedly!
On this occasion, as long as you have enough strength, you can gain absolute respect!
He Yulong didn't speak, raised his head, scanned the audience from the corner of his eye, and suddenly felt that he had the aura of looking down on the world.

"I want to keep fighting!"

He Yulong spoke slowly, his voice was not loud, but it shocked people's minds.

"Okay... the next contestant is... Vance!"

Old Tony swallowed his saliva and said slowly.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
At this time, there was a muffled sound.

A man with fleshy body like a hill came out from the crowd.

This muffled sound was actually the sound of this man's footsteps!

At this moment, the people standing beside Vance felt that the ground was shaking!
"Damn! This man! At least five hundred catties!"

someone exclaimed.

Zhao Chengfeng looked at this sumo wrestler-like person, and looked at He Yulong in the stands, and felt incredible.

The Vance that old Tony was talking about was several times bigger than Chen Lei, who was as strong as a bull beside him.

Compared with He Yulong, who is of average stature, the gap seems to be even greater.

It's like putting a cup and a water jar together!
However, Zhao Chengfeng is not optimistic about Vance. This body type may have miraculous effects against ordinary people, but for a practitioner like He Yulong, he only needs to use his body to dodge a little, and Vance has nothing to do!
At this moment, Vance climbed onto the ring heavily, and the side rope was almost broken!
Ding!
"Game start!"

As the bell rang, He Yulong chose to take the initiative this time and rushed straight to Vance!
He Yulong rushed in front of Vance and kicked Vance hard on the waist.

Although Vance was trembling with fat, there was a look of sarcasm on his face.

The thick fat formed a natural protection, and He Yulong's kick had no effect at all!

He Yulong was also a little unbelievable, and was stunned for a while.Vance seized this gap, and his fat fist suddenly struck.

With Vance's size, if he was hit by this punch, it would probably be no different from being hit by a truck.

He Yulong reacted immediately, dodged with a backflip easily, and opened the distance.

Seeing that the punch was missed, Vance showed an angry look on his face, his body was shaking, and he rushed towards He Yulong.

The corner of He Yulong's mouth raised, his legs bowed slightly, and he leaped suddenly, riding directly on Vance's neck!
Vance immediately panicked and reached out to grab He Yulong.

He Yulong obviously expected this situation, brushed twice, poked Vance once in the eye, and then quickly jumped away.

This underground boxing ring is different from ordinary boxing matches, attacking any position is allowed!

"what!"

Vance was in pain, covered his eyes and screamed, and swayed on the field indiscriminately.

He Yulong seized the opportunity and directly attacked Vance's foot with a sweeping kick!

bump!
Vance immediately lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground!The entire boxing ring raised a burst of dust!
He Yulong rode directly on Vance again, and was about to continue to fight, only to find that Vance had passed out!

With Vance's body type, falling is the greatest danger!

He Yulong smiled contemptuously, stood directly on Vance, and looked at everyone arrogantly.

"Wuhu! It's too strong!"

The overwhelming cheers sounded again, even more enthusiastic than before!

Zhao Chengfeng frowned, of course he knew that He Yulong was showing off his muscles.

"You can come up and die!"

At this moment, He Yulong turned around abruptly, pointed at Zhao Chengfeng and the others, and said arrogantly.

Everyone in the Datang team swallowed their saliva and dared not speak.

Even Zhang Fei, who claims to have practiced martial arts for many years, bowed his head.

Just kidding, He Yulong is still stepping on a strong man weighing several hundred catties.

Everyone in Team Datang didn't think they could be stronger than Vance.

"What? Don't dare to speak anymore? Give up! Go home and drink milk!"

He Yulong said contemptuously.

"I come!"

Chen Lei couldn't take it anymore, stared at He Yulong, and was about to go on stage.

"Don't act rashly!"

Zhao Chengfeng stopped Chen Lei.

The more aggressive and provocative He Yulong was, the more Zhao Chengfeng felt that something was wrong.

"No one dares to come up? A bunch of trash!"

He Yulong said arrogantly.

"Who said no?"

At this moment, a confident voice came from the gate of the boxing ring.

Zhao Chengfeng and the others turned their heads and saw that it was the captain Zhang Biao who had been belatedly arriving, and everyone in the training base!
"Boss! Sorry, I'm late!"

Zhang Biao ran over quickly with a group of people, and said apologetically.

"What happened?"

Seeing that Zhang Biao had finally brought someone over, Zhao Chengfeng breathed a sigh of relief and asked.

"Something happened on the road, it's hard to explain in one word, let's talk about it later!"

Zhang Biao said with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Zhao Chengfeng nodded and didn't ask any more questions. Now is definitely not the time to talk about things.

"Hey! There are helpers? Come up together! Anyway, we are going to die!"

He Yulong on the stage said arrogantly.

"Fuck you! What are you? Wang Meng! Go up and clean him up!"

Zhang Biao glanced at He Yulong on the stage and said angrily.

"Leave it to me! Captain! Guaranteed to make him cry!"

Behind Zhang Biao, a strong yellow hair stood up and said confidently.

Wang Meng supported the boxing ring, turned directly onto the stage, and looked at He Yulong with disdain.

"You bastard! I am your grandfather Wang Meng! Report your name! I will not kill the unknown!"

Wang Meng said arrogantly.

"How dare a dog bark in front of me and want to know our names?"

He Yulong sneered.

"Then it looks like I'm going to make an exception today!"

Wang Meng said coldly.

Seeing the two people full of gunpowder, old Tony was very happy.

To hold this boxing match, every player needs to be paid, otherwise who will fight you if you are exhausted.

Now that Wang Meng ran up by himself, it was tantamount to helping old Tony add a game for nothing, why would he not want to?
Moreover, He Yulong's wonderful performance before made the audience look forward to the martial arts of the Orientals. Now that the two Orientals are fighting, it must cause a new wave of climax!

Ding!
"Game start!"

Old Tony hurried to pull the bell.