A vague excitement. He was clearly only fighting for the glory of his master, the leader of the country, Larma XIII. He should not have any fighting spirit or competitive spirit. But now, facing this young man who was suspected to have been influenced by him and has now gone a long way on the road to becoming a strong man, he felt a subtle emotion brewing. It came out of nowhere, but it instantly put him in his best condition - better than when he met the strongest opponent in the boxing ring. "His inhuman physique is visible to the naked eye, and he can easily use the opponent's moves in battle..." genius. A born strong person. ——How can I let my guard down against such an opponent? He stepped sideways with his left leg forward, letting his left arm hang naturally, and clenched his right fist under his face to protect his chin. Gaolang Winsawad had no intention of saying much, but went straight into his signature flash jab stance. This is the stance that Rams once used, commonly known as the "Detroit Killer" stance.
Its meaning is self-evident—— Let’s have a fight… No, let’s have a boxing fight, boxer Gong Yang Zhen. I’m at the top of boxing, and I’m waiting for your challenge. "..." Gong Yangzhen narrowed his eyes slightly. No one knew what he was thinking at the moment, but the atmosphere became more and more solemn and suffocating. Until the referee on the sidelines finally took his position, sweating, and stood between the two to break the silence. "Both parties, take your positions! Get ready—" "start!!!" “Swish!!!——” And at the moment the words fell, the ram shook. More than just moving? Damn, he turned into a beam of light! boxing? I, Gong Yang, am even more greedy and willful than that! Let's redefine our fighting skills, Mr. Gaolan!
Chapter 119: The Dilemma of the Fighting God Spectators who were watching the situation in the arena from dozens or hundreds of meters away might be able to barely make out the trajectory of the arrow that was like an arrow shot from a bow. But only when you are really there can you feel the terror of an opponent who is almost at the limit of sprinting speed! He disappeared from the sight of the "Fighting God" in almost an instant. It was not like Kiryu Setsuna's "Fox Shadow Flow: Instant" which used the human instinct to blink to create the illusion of instant disappearance. If one had to make an analogy, it was more like the pure speed shown by the "Thunder God" Mikazuchi Rei who was unfortunately eliminated in the first round, which almost turned himself into thunder!
"…Isn't the speed of that instant lower than Zero Mikaze?" "I see. The explosive force brought by pure strength can also produce such rapidity." But if you challenge me with a boxing challenge, you will stop in front of me. And then, it will be the time for you and me to compete against each other! Almost at the moment when this consciousness appeared, the figure appeared in front of him just as Gaolang had imagined, but the attack that was launched was not the heavy punch he had expected. Step forward, twist your hips, and slightly rotate your torso—— A mid-range Thai sweep!!! "?!" Muay Thai? He was caught off guard, but his "Fighting God" instinct allowed him to respond the moment the strong wind hit him. Yes, the ability to instinctively feel the fluctuations in the opponent's attack force and respond accordingly is a technique known as "listening to the force" in Chinese boxing. How could Gaolang Winsawad, the god of boxing, not have mastered it? As a young man who was already invincible in the domestic Muay Thai world, he knew his opponent’s attacking style very well! Although he was slightly startled at this moment, he immediately responded - a simple and unpretentious reaction that melted the murderous intent of the move into an invisible state. The front foot touches the ground and the back foot steps forward. The whole person has instantly left the effective striking area of the sweep kick, forcing the opponent's striking point to be changed from the sharp shin to the thigh, whose lethality is infinitely close to zero. At the same time, the front hand turned to the back hand, and suddenly swung in a circle - Overhead punch straight to the face!!! "boom!--" "Snapped!--" Two muffled sounds rang out almost at the same time. Needless to say, the first one was the dull sound of Yang Zhen's thigh hitting Gaolan Wensawad's body. And another voice—— It was the sound of a hand suddenly clenching a heavy fist. As if he knew the future, Gong Yangzhen's right hand had already reached the path of Gaolan's punch at the same time as he kicked out. It was as if the opponent had put his fist into his palm and let him hold it! At the same time, the expression of this "Thai Fighting God" also changed slightly. Although the blow was effectively weakened by the thigh, which had a larger contact surface, Gaolang did not suffer any substantial damage. However, the unreasonably large force almost caused him to lose his center of gravity for a moment, which made him a little confused. "——Why is there such a strong force when the effective striking point of the sweeping kick is missed? The concentrated force is gathered on the calf, and the thigh should not have such a strong impact..." His confusion was answered by a prompt sound at this moment. Of course, it was a sound that only Gong Yang Zhen could hear. "clang."
[Heart of Steel - Passive - Huge Devour has taken effect, your maximum health has increased. ] Of course, they don't know that as long as the damage settlement phase begins, even if only a little damage is caused, it will be judged by the Heart of Steel as an attack on the enemy unit, thus forcing the huge force of "Giant Devouring" to be released from the strike point. But at this moment, even if I have doubts in my heart, I don't have the time to explore them. With one arm restrained, this is extremely dangerous in a battle, and I can't keep doing the current situation! His mind was as fast as lightning, and reality only passed in a moment. The next moment, Gaolang Wensawad launched another attack, trying to force back the ram that grabbed his wrist! Right hook to explode the liver! However, something strange happened again. "Snapped." As if it had been rehearsed beforehand, Gong Yang Zhen swung out a knife-hand strike, causing Gaolang's hook punch to deviate from its path, and the refined blow caused him to feel a little pain. What on earth had happened? It was clearly a tricky punch that was out of sight, but it was still captured in great detail. For a moment, Gaolang was a little unable to understand the current situation. Father, like son. If Gaolang was standing by as an outsider, perhaps he could still see some clues, but now that he was in the middle of the situation, he was like a climber in the deep mountains who could hardly see the whole picture of the mountain. Some fighters in the viewing area who were skilled enough to understand the situation felt a sense of uneasiness... a sense of terror. A fucking horror! "…Why would you intercept the opponent's attack before he makes it?" At this moment, Okubo Naoya was sweating profusely, looking at the two figures intertwining with each other. The man who slowly became taller in his eyes... and finally became like a cliff, asked a soul-searching question. Beside him, "The Fang of Destruction" Gana had uncrossed his arms at some point and remained silent for a long time with a solemn expression. "...I thought I was ahead of you, but I didn't expect you had already got it?" ——That realm. really. There is nothing wrong with my thinking. Ram, you are the biggest rival and threat on my road to becoming emperor. .................................... Although it was a little difficult to understand what was going on for a while, one thing was obvious. The attacks with both fists were ineffective, and even one of his arms was restrained by others. The current situation did not allow Gaolang Wensawad to hesitate any longer. The boxer's methods were no longer able to solve the current dilemma. Then there is only one option left. "Shua!——" Almost at the same moment when his right fist was knocked down, Gaolang Winsawad launched an attack that would never be possible for a boxer.
That is to say - kicking skills! Left kick! While kicking out, the clamped arm suddenly exerts force, seemingly trying to take the opportunity to break free from control and pull back the hand, but in fact he wants to prevent the opponent from retreating or blocking! The target is directly at Gong Yang Zhen’s waist and abdomen! Each strike is as fast as lightning, and each strike makes it difficult for onlookers to catch its trajectory. This is the "Thai Fighting God" Gaolang Wensawad, the pinnacle of striking skills! Could the people who challenged him now possibly defend against his sudden attack? ...Absolutely. It's easy! He was not affected at all by the action of pulling his hand away, because Gong Yang Zhen had no intention of holding the other person at all, and just let his wrist slip away from his palm. At the same time, a smile that was as magical as a god or a ghost quietly appeared on his face. Yes, that's right. Gaolang Wensawad, am I, Gong Yangzhen, an opponent you can hold back against? Hands, elbows, knees, feet, even headbutts and teeth bites... Use all that you can think of! Chapter 120: Tianlang's Flower of Pain Unlike other games, this match has attracted the attention of too many people. For example, the owner of the "Thai Fighting God", the young king King Rama XIII who reigns over the entire Thai financial world. At this moment, in the luxurious private room of Kengan Dome Arena, the king who ostensibly regarded Gaolan Winsawad as a swordsman and a close minister, but actually privately regarded the other party as a brother and family member to be admired, had unknowingly stood up from his seat. His mind was fixed on the battle in the arena. The skinny old man next to him is the president of Kengankai, the financial leader of this island country, and the president of Dai Neon Bank, Katara Metō. At this moment, the two friends of equal status but with a huge age gap are chatting casually. What were they talking about? "Your Highness Lalma, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Do you want to try the 'rules' of the Kengan Society?" As for what "gameplay" is... "Of course it's gambling!!! Haha, I just like the feeling of competing with young people. I always feel like I'm getting younger!" ——Here he comes again, that old fellow. Wu Huiliyang, who was actually only a few years younger than him, glanced sideways with a subtle expression. Upon hearing this, Larma XIII readily agreed - he reluctantly turned his gaze away from the arena, and this young king, who was also well versed in the art of pleasure, smiled a knowing smile. "Okay. I'll compete with you... Hmm, how about this number?"
The guardian standing by handed over a laptop connected to the personal account of King Larma XIII, and the man operated it himself. He thought to himself and then casually pressed an amount. It was such a simple operation, but it made the guardian reveal a slightly stunned expression - because the amount of money was so large that it was far from being considered "for fun". "...Well, that's all I'll bet on. I'll bet on the Fighting God to win. After all, he's the strongest person I've ever seen in my life." "Okay, okay, then I—" "Let me take over. I'll bet on my kid to win." "?..." "Oh, the elders of the Wu clan are here to gamble with me? This is an event I have never experienced before, haha."