Chapter 22
The field of professional fighting is not cruel, if it is a formal fight, but underground fighting is another story. Because of Bai Lang's identity, he may not be able to step onto the ring under the lights. Those people also know that he comes from the north and has no real identity, so isn't such a person the fresh blood that underground fighting needs? If you want to control an underground boxer, the simplest means are money and violence, plus addictive drugs.
However, Bai Lang was not interested in these things - he would be back in time in another nine years, so what was the point of asking for money? He didn't want to get into a fight with violence for the time being - as for addictive drugs? Whoever dared to bring these here would be like an old man hanging himself because he thought his life was too long.
"It's useless..." Bai Lang thought to himself as he sat in the lounge after knocking down his opponent again. It was indeed useless. The opponents he faced were already quite powerful. Some of them even had a record of killing people in the ring, but they still couldn't do a single move in front of him. Bai Lang also wanted to try not to fight first and let those people use their martial arts for a round, but he found that these people's martial arts were just fighting skills, which had no reference value to his martial arts.
"As for the blood energy to kill people? I already have it, okay?" Bai Lang thought so, and so did he. The martial arts he practiced were originally pictographic. When practicing, he had to think of being like a tiger or leopard, and being able to connect all the energy at any time when attacking, and use the strength of the whole body. So he practiced the tiger shape, and now he has the shape of a golden bell - but his internal energy is not strong enough to become a big square bell.
Muay Thai is always fierce, with fists, feet, knees, elbows and other places being sharp weapons. The protection in underground fighting is even worse. The gloves are so thin that they can’t protect both sides. The whole body is just a pair of shorts, without any crotch guard or mouth guard. Those who come to bet want to see the bloody scenes. Bai Lang has fought more than ten games, and although he is always victorious, he always seems to be unable to arouse the enthusiasm of the audience.
Because his fighting is really lacking in explosive points, usually he just lunges forward, then hits with his palm or fist, and the opponent falls to the ground unconscious - and basically there will be no residual injuries, just being knocked unconscious. This is too bloodless, and the audience doesn't like it. However, his winning rate is 100%... This is a bit annoying for the gambling group behind the scenes - it's not easy to arrange the odds like this, but this person seems to have no audience appeal because he is so ordinary, so why not just put him on ice... Maybe try to control him with addictive drugs? If possible, no one wants to use violence to force.
That's how the incident
For a man like this, those people thought they could definitely take him to try out the world of pleasure. Wouldn't they be able to control him with women and drugs? If it was because of this that his strength declined... With his level of strength, how could he decline so quickly? Besides, how could he expect to live forever as an underground boxer? If they could make a profit from a well-planned gambling game - even if it was only tens of thousands of dollars, the man in front of them would have already made back their money. As for Bai Lang's life and death, they would not care about it at all.
On this day, after Bai Lang finished his training - at present, his martial arts skills were limited to this world and it was probably difficult to improve, but he would not save the effort of training his energy and internal strength every day, and absorbing the purple air when the sun rises - whether to practice this kind of thing is up to him, and he will know how to be responsible for himself. The assistant who had been taking care of him on weekdays brought a few girls and a few friendly boys, "Let's go out and relax together." The man said.
In this short time, Bai Lang did learn some Thai - after Bai Lang regained some of his English, it was not too difficult to learn other languages in such a tourist country . "Let's go out and relax." Bai Lang looked at the women and smiled, "If it's a beach or sea, it seems not bad either."
"Hey? What's the point? Go to the bar, go to KTV, those are the places young people should go." The guy leading the team said. Bai Lang didn't mind it at all. He didn't mind socializing with people anyway. Besides, with his current martial arts skills, drinking some alcohol wouldn't affect him at all - if he practiced to this level, his liver function would be active, and if the alcohol wasn't mixed with any special ingredients, he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
"Being able to enter a state of meditation and practice the Small Zhou Tian in the rhythmic music may have other miraculous effects?" Bai Lang thought so, and followed those people. "All I hear are lascivious music, and all I see are promiscuous women." Bai Lang also smiled as he looked at the noisy scene in the bar - at this time, a group of people were in the booth, and those women asked Bai Lang to dance several times, but he refused, so later these women just leaned on him or sat in his arms.
Bai Lang acted as if nothing had happened, and he was calm and collected. He was holding a drink in his hand instead of alcohol, and was drinking it occasionally. He occasionally flirted with the women - they all spoke English, so he could understand them completely. Of course, he also had to do something to them at their request - but Bai Lang's eyes were calm and cool, and his body didn't react. There was a slight smile on his lips. "It's really effective to talk and laugh freely, but the true energy can flow through the small Zhoutian without any disorder." Bai Lang said in his heart.
"Come on! Let's have more fun! Here, some good stuff!" One of the boys who were playing together took out a pack of pills. Bai Lang had seen them exchange glances before... "Oh?" Although Bai Lang knew what was going on, he still said "oh" to cooperate with them. "What's this?" Bai Lang asked knowingly, "It's some good stuff! Relax, big brother, take one."
