Chapter 876

The field of professional fighting is actually not cruel—if it is a regular fight, but underground fighting is another matter. Because of Bai Lang's identity, he might not be able to get on those rings under the lights—those people also knew that he came from the north and had no real identity, so isn't such a person natural fresh blood needed for underground fighting? And if you want to control an underground boxer, the simplest means are money and violence, plus addictive substances.

However, Bai Lang had no interest in these—in another nine years, he would have to transmigrate back, what's the use of money? As for violence, he didn't want to tear his face for the time being—as for addictive substances? Whoever dared to take this over, that was really tired of living.

"It should be said that it's useless..." After knocking down his opponent again, Bai Lang thought so in the lounge. It was indeed useless. The opponents he faced were already quite powerful, and some even had records of killing people in the ring. However, they couldn't walk a move in front of him. Bai Lang also once wanted to try not to take action first, letting those people play a round of the martial arts they were good at, but he found that the martial arts of these people were just fighting techniques, and there was no reference value for his martial arts.

"As for the bloodthirst of killing? I've already had that for a long time, haven't I?" That was what Bai Lang thought, and that was what he did. The martial arts he practiced were inherently inclined toward imitative techniques; when practicing, one had to think like a tiger or leopard, ensuring that even in a casual attack, one could channel energy in a single breath, with force flowing through every joint to unleash the strength of the entire body. Thus, he had cultivated the Tiger Form, and at this moment, he even had the form of the Golden Bell—it was just that his internal force was not yet thick enough to manifest as a massive bell.

Muay Thai is always fierce. Fists, feet, knees, and elbows are all sharp weapons for hitting people. And the protection of underground fighting is even worse. Boxing gloves can be said to have almost no protection for both sides, and there is only a pair of shorts on the whole body, and there are no groin guards or mouthguards—those who come to watch and bet just want to see the scene of flesh and blood flying. And Bai Lang had already fought more than ten games in it. Although he was a victorious general, it seemed that it was always difficult to arouse the fanaticism of the audience.

Because his fighting was really lacking in explosive points, usually it was just a sudden rush forward, and then either a palm or a fist hit, and the opponent fell to the ground and fainted directly—and basically wouldn't leave any sequelae, just fainted. This was too unbloody and not liked by the audience. However, his winning rate was 100%... This made the betting group behind the scenes a bit annoyed—it was not easy to arrange the odds like this. However, this person was plain and didn't seem to have any audience edge, so it was better to keep it cold... Perhaps use addictive drugs to try to control it? If possible, no one wants to use violence to force it.

That was how the trouble started. Bai Lang looked young, around eighteen or nineteen years old. As for his appearance, he had been quite dirty when he was a little beggar; later, after joining the Changle Gang, he was able to clean himself up, and then, as a leader of the thugs in the brokerage firm, he became obsessed with martial arts and rarely went out to beat people up. So, even though he was fifteen or sixteen, he looked like he was eighteen or nineteen, yet he was surprisingly handsome and refined. In fact, once his brows, eyes, mouth, and nose fully matured, Bai Lang could be considered very handsome—regardless of anything else, with his silkworm-like brows, phoenix eyes, a nose like a hanging gall, and lips with distinct, thick, and powerful contours, combined with a square face, he would certainly be considered a man of imposing appearance once he reached his twenties.

Such a man, those people thought that he could definitely be taken to try the world of flowers and flowers. One after another, couldn't he be controlled by female sex and drugs? If it was said that the decline in strength caused by this... with his strength level, there was no decline so fast. Anyway, the underground boxer still hoped to end his life? It was enough to let these people make a profit in a planned gambling game—even if it was just tens of thousands of dollars, the person in front of him was already worth the money. As for Bai Lang's life and death, it wouldn't be in the eyes of these people at all.

This day, after Bai Lang finished practicing—his martial arts were limited to this world and I'm afraid it was difficult to make progress, but he wouldn't save the effort of practicing Qi and circulating internal force every day, and absorbing that mouthful of purple energy at sunrise—this kind of thing depends on himself whether to practice or not. When the time comes, he knows that he must be responsible for himself. The assistant who had been managing for him brought a few girls and a few kind-looking teenagers, "Let's go out and relax together." This person said.

In this short time, Bai Lang had learned some Thai—after Bai Lang picked up a part of his English level, it was not too difficult to learn other languages under the comparison of such tourist countries. "Go out and relax." Bai Lang looked at those girls and smiled, "If it's beach seawater or something, it seems not bad."

"Eh? What's the point of that? Go to the bar, go to the KTV, that's where young people should go." The guy who led the team said. Bai Lang was indifferent. Anyway, he didn't hate interpersonal communication. Besides, with his current martial arts and internal force, drinking a little alcohol really couldn't affect him—if he practiced to this level, his liver function was active, and a little alcohol, if there were no special ingredients, could completely achieve a thousand cups without getting drunk.

"Being able to enter a meditative state and practice the small circulation of Qi amidst the 'untz-untz' music might have some unique effects?" Bai Lang thought to himself, and he followed those people with his feet. "What enters the ears is nothing but decadent music, and what meets the eyes are all wanton women." A trace of a smile appeared on the corner of Bai Lang's mouth as he watched the noisy scene in this bar—at this moment, the group was in a booth, and those women had tried several times to pull Bai Lang to dance, but he refused every time, so eventually, these women simply leaned against him or sat directly on his lap.

Bai Lang acted as if nothing happened, and could be called sitting in the arms without chaos. He also held a drink in his hand instead of alcohol, drinking it one by one, but occasionally he joked with those women—they all spoke English, and he understood everything. Of course, sometimes he had to respond to the requests of those women and touch them—instead, Bai Lang's eyes were calm and calm, and naturally, there was no reaction in his body. It was just that on the corner of his mouth, there had always been a smile like a hook. "The words are unscrupulous but the true Qi can be completely undisturbed and walk the small circulation. This time is indeed quite effective." Bai Lang said in his heart.

"Come! Be more lively! Here, good stuff!" Among the few teenagers playing together, someone took out a pack of pills—Bai Lang saw that they had been winking at each other before this... "Oh?" Although Bai Lang basically knew it, he still said "Oh" to cooperate with them. "What is this?" Bai Lang asked knowingly, "Good stuff to turn the world upside down! Relax, big brother, take one." ===== CHAPTER 877 =====