easily defeated the pirates, and Sang Tianlei stepped out of the ring. He had long seen that the little devil was not pleasing to the eye, if he wasn't afraid of ruining Lin Zichen's plan, Sang Tianlei would have done it off-the-scenes. But it's not too late now, the wicked have their own wicked grinding, and the methods of the Dongying people are really vulnerable in front of Sang Tianlei.

After watching the game, seven beauties soon came up in the ring, and the beauties danced and danced, causing cheers from the surrounding prisoners. After watching such a wonderful game, they enjoyed the hot dance, which made the prisoners, who usually had no entertainment, scream excitedly.

"Call Mo Wen to come over." In the room, the priest spoke to his men, who nodded, and a few moments later, a middle-aged man full of explosive muscles walked in. There was a hint of solemnity on the middle-aged man's face, and he didn't know what he was worried about. He is the person from the Mafia who participated in the boxing championship this time, Mo Wen.

"Mo Wen, come, sit." The priest saw Mo Wen walk in and said to Mo Wen kindly. The latter is the apprentice of the priest's brother, so the priest has always regarded him as his own and has enough trust in Mo Wen. When no one was around, the priest regarded Mo Wen as his nephew. Mo Wen's strength is good, and his talent is very strong, the two brothers appreciate it very much, and believe that Mo Wen will become the number one master in Morakot Prison in the near future.

But now, the appearance of Aurora and his four subordinates not only gave the priest a sense of crisis, but even Mo Wen. The reason why the latter's face was solemn was precisely because he also saw Sang Tianlei's battle just now.

"Mo Wen, how do you feel about that person's strength?" The priest was not polite, and said directly to Mo Wen.

"Very strong." Mo Wen's face was full of solemnity: "I'm not sure I can kill him." ”

Sang Tianlei's performance just now was really shocking, although the pirate's Dongying man was not weak, he was not Mo Wen's opponent, but the former's weird methods gave Mo Wen a little headache. He was sure enough that within half an hour, the Dongying people would be defeated.

But don't forget, Sang Tianlei took less than five minutes from the beginning to the end of the battle. And from beginning to end, the Dongying people are at a disadvantage, not so much fighting, but torture and killing!

"Who the hell are they, and why have they never heard of them before?" Mo Wen was also a ruthless man when he was outside the prison, but he had never seen the faces of those Orientals. After watching Sang Tianlei's battle, Mo Wen asked himself countless times if he was that person's opponent, but he told him in his heart that it was not!

This was the first time in a long time that Mo Wen had not felt confident, and he had never imagined that he would have this day. As soon as he entered Area A, he couldn't wait to challenge his master. Even when facing his master, Mo Wen still maintained his fighting spirit, unlike now, before the battle began, he thought that he would definitely lose!

"It's such a powerful aura, even I can influence it." Mo Wen laughed bitterly in his heart, he knew that some strong people would have a special aura themselves, such as his master, the evil aura all over his body would make people shudder when he was fighting, causing his strength to decline and he could not exert his full strength.

But the guy in the ring was even more ruthless, just seeing him fighting, it made people rise up with a mentality that this person I couldn't defeat.

"Mo Wen, your talent is very good." Seeing the solemnity on Mo Wen's face, the priest was able to guess that Mo Wen might not be Sang Tianlei's opponent, took a deep breath, and the priest patted Mo Wen on the shoulder: "Remember, it doesn't matter if you lose, but you must come back safely." ”

"I know, sir." Mo Wen nodded, gritted his teeth violently, and said in a very solemn voice: "My lord, I can barely control the trace of energy in my body now. I don't believe that with all the attack, I can't hurt that person! ”

After speaking, Mo Wen turned around and walked out of the room, and in his fighting suit, there was a True Yuan Stone lying quietly, which was Mo Wen's last reliance.

At first, Mo Wen was a little disdainful of using the True Yuan Stone, he felt that the strong man who dealt with the Demon Dragon could not use this thing, but now, the True Yuan Stone has become his last hole card.

When the dance in the ring ended, Mo Wen heard the music stop, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, trying to calm the uneasiness in his heart. Spit out all the exhaust gas in his lungs, and Mo Wen's eyes flashed with a gleam.

At this time, Mo Wen adjusted his state to the best, and the next battle was probably the fiercest battle in his life, and he must know how strong that newcomer was!

Even if he loses, Mo Wen wants to lose clearly!

With everyone's cheers, Mo Wen stepped into the ring. In the ring, Sang Tianlei was already waiting for him there. The latter watched Mo Wen walk up with his hands behind his back, looked at Mo Wen with his eyes, and then nodded.

"Finally there's one that's enough to see." After seeing Mo Wen, Sang Tianlei grinned and said, "Now you can make me a little more serious." ”

"Hehe, who wouldn't say big words." Mo Wen, who had already adjusted his mentality, sneered: "Don't compare me with that group of waste!" ”

"Does it make a difference?" Sang Tianlei spread his hands: "They are waste, you are only a little stronger than those people." ”

"Arrogance!" Mo Wen coldly spit out two words: "Then let me see how strong the Demon Dragon people are!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a sharp saber appeared in Mo Wen's hand. Although it is easy to suffer a loss if he takes the lead before he knows the strength of the enemy, in order to find out Sang Tianlei's strength, he can't control it so much.

There is also a True Yuan Stone in his arms, even if he falls into a disadvantage, he can quickly wipe it out with the help of the power of the True Yuan Stone.

"The abacus is good, but it's a pity." How could Sang Tianlei not understand Mo Wen's thoughts? He knew that the latter wanted to know his true strength, but unfortunately Mo Wen was too different from him, even if Mo Wen drank the True Yuan Stone as mineral water, it was impossible to test Sang Tianlei's true strength.

At the moment of his shot, Mo Wen seemed to be possessed by a domineering body, and an astonishing momentum erupted from his body, and then blasted towards Sang Tianlei's head with huge power. On Mo Wen's arms, the green tendons and strong muscles are clearly visible, which is enough to prove how strong Mo Wen is.

In the face of Mo Wen's punch, Sang Tianlei glanced lazily, and stretched out his right hand as if he had no spirit, as if he wanted to catch Mo Wen's punch with his hand.

"Is this guy crazy, he dares to take Mo Wen's fist with his bare hands!" There was a prisoner in Area A who couldn't help but scream after seeing Sang Tianlei's movements.

"This guy is either crazy or stupid, Mo Wen's fist doesn't even dare to be easily hard hit. He has a lot of power and can break a punching bag with one punch! "When someone watched Mo Wen's training, they naturally knew the horror of the latter's fists.

Breaking a punching bag with one punch is indeed the strongest force that the human body can achieve. But even so, it is impossible to break the sandbag with all your fists, after all, the strength of the human body is limited, and if Mo Wen didn't know how to control the trace of strength in his body, I am afraid he would not be able to reach that level.

"I don't think so, that person's strength is obvious to everyone, I don't think he will be so stupid, he must have something to rely on." Some people think that Sang Tianlei is crazy, and naturally some people think that Sang Tianlei is not crazy, and the latter's performance in the ring is clear to everyone. They didn't think that Sang Tianlei would be arrogant to such an extent, if it wasn't for some support, he wouldn't do it.

Just when everyone was discussing fiercely, Mo Wen's fist hit Sang Tianlei's right hand. With a snap, Mo Wen's punch that could burst the sandbag was caught by Sang Tianlei, and looking at the latter's expression of not caring, it was obviously extremely relaxed.

"How is that possible!" The prisoners looked at Sang Tianlei with wide eyes and horror, and punched with Mo Wen's full strength with their bare hands, how strong is that guy?

The fist was caught, and Mo Wen didn't have any expression on his face. He had long expected that Sang Tianlei would easily resist his attack, because his master could also do this, so there was nothing surprising.

The right fist was caught, Mo Wen made a wrong step, adjusted his position, and stabbed the saber in his left hand towards Sang Tianlei's throat. Mo Wen didn't hesitate to make a move, his speed was very fast, a few points faster than that Dongying man.

It's a pity that his speed is really nothing in front of Sang Tianlei, under the perception of true qi, Sang Tianlei violently blocked Mo Wen's arm with his left hand, and at the same time grabbed Mo Wen with both hands, and directly lifted the latter up!

Mo Wen was lifted into the air by Sang Tianlei, without the slightest panic on his face, and his fingers shot the saber out and rushed towards Sang Tianlei's head.

Although Sang Tianlei is a strength-type martial artist, speed is not something he is good at. However, martial artists have a natural advantage over ordinary people, even if Sang Tianlei's speed is very slow, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is extremely fast.

Letting go of Mo Wen's fist, Sang Tianlei slapped the saber away, and then violently threw Mo Wen out with his left hand and smashed it to the ground.

Mo Wen didn't dare to be thrown to the ground like this by Sang Tianlei, otherwise even if he wasn't injured, he would not be in pain from the powerful anti-shock force, which would affect his fighting state.

Mo Wen tried his best to break free from Sang Tianlei's hands, but he was shocked to find that his strength was too different from Sang Tianlei's, and he couldn't break free at all.

With a fierce force on his waist, Mo Wen's waist almost bent to the limit of the human body, and at the moment when Sang Tianlei was about to smash him to the ground, his feet hit the ground, and then he stood firmly on the ground. At the same time, with his left hand on his waist, a saber appeared in his hand, and he slashed at Sang Tianlei's head.

"The response was good." Sang Tianlei smiled and quickly let go of Mo Wen's hand, and at the same time took two steps back and dodged Mo Wen's knife. Then he took a sharp step forward and kicked Mo Wen in the chest.

Mo Wen's reaction was not slow, and he crossed his hands in front of his chest, trying to block Sang Tianlei's kick. A strong force came, and Mo Wen only felt as if he had been hit by a running elephant, and the whole person flew upside down.

"Isn't it, you can't bear this bit of power?" Sang Tianlei looked at Mo Wen who flew out and was stunned, he didn't even use Yicheng's strength.