Looking at Tang Lang's slightly thin body, the Black Fist Manager couldn't help but sneer, "What's your stunt?" Kicks, side kicks, or punches? ――Can you show us? ”

Tang Lang saw a bullet on the red desk. He picked up the bullet and twisted it lightly with his thumb and middle finger.

Everywhere in the internal strength, I saw that Tang Lang's hands kept dripping iron filings.

A good bullet was twisted and shattered by him and turned into countless iron particles.

The Black Fist manager was stunned!

There was a look of fear in his eyes.

"Can you arrange for me to face Wolverine?"

"When...... Of course! ”

"Okay."

The Black Fist Manager looked at Tang Lang and asked cautiously, "...... Does the gentleman have a nickname? ”

"Didn't you just call me a yellow man?" Tang Lang said, "Then use 'yellow race' as my nickname." ”

"Good...... Good. ”

The manager of the black fist then said: "Twenty-third boxer, nicknamed 'Yellow Race'!" Please hear the call to play. In this competition, there are no rules, to defeat and knock down the opponent until there is no way to fight back! Once in the ring, life and death are in their own destiny, and the company is not responsible. One win gets $100, two wins are $200, three wins are $300, and so on and so forth, up to a maximum of $10,000. ”

-- In the United States in 1962, the purchasing power of $100 was still considerable.

Tang Lang didn't come for the money, he listened to the words of the Black Fist manager, nodded, and said, "Okay." ”

……

Out of the manager's room, there was a beautiful long-haired woman standing outside.

Seeing Tang Lang come out, the long-haired woman smiled and said, "Sir, please come with me." ”

"Good. Please lead the way. ”

So, Tang Lang followed behind the long-haired woman and walked towards the corridor.

After a few more twists, the long-haired woman took Tang Lang to the lounge.

The long-haired woman stood behind the long sofa and said to Tang Lang with a smile, "Sir, please take a seat." What can be called me directly. My name is Emily. ”

"Okay. Miss Emily. ”

Tang Lang smiled at Emily.

He sat down on the sofa and saw dozens of cushions in the middle of the lounge, a dozen sandbags hanging in the air, and a circle of cushions around him.

There are several big men of different skin colors who are dancing and kicking at the sandbags.

On the long cushions, there are dozens of fierce men with different looks and fierce eyes.

Bursts of cheers, like undulating waves, came from behind a dark curtain, interspersed with angry shouts and curses.

As you can imagine, the battle in the boxing ring is fierce.

I saw a few people in white sitting on the cushions, and it didn't take long for them to cross the curtain and carry the stretcher and keep walking out. - They are obviously medical personnel.

The people on the stretcher, some of them kept screaming, while others did not make a sound, they may have passed out, or they have actually died.

Tang Lang couldn't help but feel a little itchy, he got up from the sofa, and then walked slowly towards the sandbag.

He raised his left fist and lightly hit the sandbag, and secretly shouted: "The sandbag is all iron sand!" ”

At this moment, there were several people laughing next to them, thinking that they were looking at Tang Lang and the others who were not strong, and they felt funny in their hearts: Such a person dared to come to fight black boxing, wouldn't he come to find death?

Before their laughter stopped, the sandbag in front of Tang Lang suddenly made a loud "Peng" and exploded!

The iron sand contained in the sandbag burst out, and the quicksand splashed everywhere. Many people were unable to hide their faces, and they were hit by iron sand, seeping into the flesh and skin.

But it turned out that Tang Lang just hit the sandbag lightly with his right fist!

The dozen or so fierce men who laughed at Tang Lang in the lounge, seeing Tang Lang's light blow, were so powerful, they were all shocked and at a loss on the spot, and some even forgot the pain caused by being hit by iron sand.

At this time, the host's voice suddenly shouted in the air: "The one below is the No. 23 boxer, nicknamed the Yellow Race." Haha, as soon as we hear this nickname, we already know that this person is a kung fu master from the east of the world! It seems that there is a good show to watch today, please wait and see, and watch the yellow race come to challenge Wolverine, who has won nine games in a row tonight. In the end, whether the mysterious yellow man can defeat the ultimate mixed martial arts master Wolverine, please hurry up and bet. ”

Hearing the host's shout, Tang Lang walked out of the curtain.

He saw a lit boxing ring, surrounded by barbed wire.

A naked man, sitting on an iron bench with his hair scattered, with a full beard, sharp eyes, knotted muscles all over his body, and exposed green tendons, he was fierce.

He had a cigar in his mouth and smoked it casually

Tang Lang knew that person was Wolverine James Rogan.

Seeing Wolverine Logan, who was full of murderous aura, Tang Lang's chest couldn't help but burst with a brave aura. He's going to have a good fight with Wolverine Logan to impress him.

――This is the way Tang Lang thought of meeting with Wolverine Logan.

The thin and capable host saw Tang Lang walking out from behind the curtain, and immediately smiled and said, "Okay." The yellow race, a kung fu master from the East, is on the field! I think there will be no suspense in this game. Now, let's keep our eyes open and watch Wolverine tyrannize the yellow race! ――Please be prepared to close your eyes if you can't bear to look at it. Alas! ”

Under the guidance of a black man, Tang Lang stepped into the boxing ring.

At this time, the host shouted loudly again: "The odds of the yellow race have reached fifteen to one!" It seems that tonight, no one is optimistic about the yellow race. However, looking at the yellow race on the field as if nothing happened, he is either a psychotic or a kung fu maniac. However, maybe a miracle will happen to him. That's all we can do to him. ”

The people sitting in the audience seemed to be boiling at this time, and many people were angry at Tang Lang's inadequacy in their hearts, and shouted: "Wolverine, kill him...... Wolverine, kill him......"

Tang Lang is also a person who has seen big scenes, and once commanded thousands of troops and horses.

However, he never thought that today he would become a fighting in the arena, and he was laughed at and scolded.

Tang Lang ignored the shouts and curses of the boiling audience in the ring, and just looked at Wolverine, who was sitting on the edge of the ring.

Standing on top of the ring, Tang Lang saw it more clearly.

Wolverine Logan is tall and mighty, the iron tower is also like, the muscles up and down his body are dark and strong, and the bones of his body are as if they are exposed like steel, giving people a feeling of being strong.

The skin and flesh of that body seemed to be unable to wrap it anymore, even Tang Lang seemed to feel frightened.

Tang Lang had never seen someone practice such a steel and iron bone, as if a very peculiar evil kung fu created a strong iron bone.

- This is naturally Wolverine Logan's talent.

Of course, General William Stryker of the U.S. military also contributed to building Wolverine's "steel and iron bones".

The steel and iron bones made of Edman alloy did make Tang Lang feel a little tricky. At one point, he even thought that even if he could knock Wolverine Logan to the ground, he wouldn't be able to kill him.

Tang Lang is also a person who has cultivated the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt, and his own "Zen bones" are not as strong as Wolverine's "Edman alloy bones".

The crowd continued to surge in the field.

The host was even more there to add fuel and vinegar to the chatter.

Everyone looks down on people who are inadequate, especially in the black market boxing arena, where people prefer the invincible strong, or the PK between the strong and the strong.

In this Colosseum-like world, people never sympathize with the weak, they only think about mercilessly kicking the weak in the head.

Tang Lang looked at the good bones of Wolverine Logan, and couldn't help but feel sorry for each other in his heart: "This is indeed a good body for practicing martial arts, if he and I have a hard fight after a while, I really can't bear to do it, and it will damage his talented steel and iron bones." …… Still, his steel bones should be able to withstand my heavy punches......"

With a loud "dang", the game began.

Wolverine Logan jerked to his feet!

He was already like an iron tower when he sits, and when he stood up, he felt like a skyscraper standing there.

Wolverine Logan's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he had won nine games in a row, either taking down or stuning or killing nine opponents.

He looked at his tenth opponent, Tang Lang, mercilessly, like an idiot who was powerless.

Tang Lang's stature was originally average, but he stood in front of Wolverine, like a child.

People saw Tang Lang and Wolverine standing face to face, and let out a hoarse scream, which was the thirst for bloody excitement in their hearts, and the deep worship of violence.

There are no referees!

The referee is redundant here!

The ultimate goal of black punches is to knock down or kill the opponent.

-- Never die.

And the presence of referees only protects the weak.

Wolverine Logan walked towards Tang Lang. The bones on his body rattled, and there was a faint heavy "hum" of steel.

After Wolverine was fully active, he stood quietly in front of Tang Lang, waiting for Tang Lang's attack.

Tang Lang was also waiting for Wolverine Logan's attack.

In Tang Lang's eyes, Wolverine is just a big stupid cow. He thought that there were 10,000 ways to slaughter the big stupid cow, but all he was thinking about at the moment was how to save the life of the big stupid cow.

The two men stood in silence for dozens of seconds.

The audience and the host in the audience couldn't help it, and kept shouting and swearing.

Wolverine became agitated, he couldn't hold back any longer, and as soon as he came up, he raised his knee and slammed Tang Lang's head! His unremitting strength forced Tang Lang like a mountain......