Chapter 1038 — The Drug Failed, the Effect Kicked In and Yang Maoling Felt His Whole Body Brimming With Endless Strength
Little Mule had not lied to him after all. This super-strength pill really worked! At this moment, Yang Maoling felt like he was Superman himself!
Seeing the contemptuous grin on the short stocky man's face, Yang Maoling struck first! He swung his fist and smashed it straight at the man!
"Bang!"
Yang Maoling's punch landed hard on the stocky man, but at the very same instant the stocky man struck back, driving a fist into Yang Maoling's chest!
Huh? Yang Maoling froze for a split second!
The stocky man's punch had looked enormously powerful, yet in fact it did not hurt at all!
Yes, not painful in the slightest. Yang Maoling felt as if someone had merely shoved him, with no sensation at all of having been hit.
Yang Maoling could not help feeling puzzled. What did this mean? Had the stocky man gone easy on him, or was that just a feint?
But Yang Maoling dismissed the idea at once!
Go easy? How could that be? The stocky man did not look like the merciful type. He had already beaten two men to death. Would he spare Yang Maoling?
A feint was even less likely. Who would play feints in an underground ring? This was a real clash of strength, not some martial arts TV drama. A feint here would be suicide!
On the contrary, Yang Maoling was quite pleased with the heavy punch he had just thrown. He could clearly feel its power was far greater than usual, and landing it felt far more satisfying!
And the stocky man was knocked staggering by Yang Maoling's blow!
The stocky man had probably never expected Yang Maoling to be this tough, meeting him head-on in a straight exchange! Moreover, Yang Maoling's attack was quite fierce. Even though the stocky man was a quasi Yellow Rank fighter, the hit still left him smarting with pain!
"You are asking for death!" A ruthless glint flashed in the stocky man's eyes as he swung his fist at Yang Maoling again.
"Bang!"
Another head-on clash. Yang Maoling's fist struck the stocky man once more, and the stocky man's fist struck Yang Maoling in return!
This brutal toe-to-toe style from the two men immediately drew cheers from the arena! Still, the vast majority there believed the stocky man was certain to win. Even trading blows head-on, Yang Maoling was no match for him!
From below the ring they cheered, "Go, Red Dragon," because the stocky man wore a hood marked with a red dragon.
Yang Maoling's hood bore a gray dog, though it failed to cover all his hair, leaving a few tufts of green showing outside. No one cheered for him, though. In everyone's eyes, Yang Maoling had already been sentenced to death!
Red Dragon had already won two straight fights, both without any pressure, while this Yang Maoling showed nothing particularly remarkable. Though he dared to go head-to-head with Red Dragon, no one could see how strong he really was.
Huh? Yang Maoling wondered to himself. The stocky man's second punch also carried hardly any pain, feeling like a playful shove between friends. That was more than a little strange!
If the first time could be explained as a feint, what about now? He could not still be playing feints, could he?
Could it be that this super-strength pill not only boosted his power but also gave him defense? Otherwise, why would he feel nothing when the stocky man hit him? At this thought, Yang Maoling was overjoyed!
In that case, as long as he fought the stocky man tooth and nail with a body impervious to blades and blows, he would surely come out on top! He hit hard and feared no hits himself. He was practically an invincible superman!
With that thought, Yang Maoling let out a roar and charged recklessly forward, throwing himself at the stocky man!
No matter how the stocky man hit him, he ignored it completely, doing nothing but punch and punch and punch again!
The spectators below the ring were stunned. What was going on? How could this Yang Maoling show no fear of death? This desperate fighting style was simply terrifying!
Yang Maoling's chest had been caved in by the stocky man's blows, yet he still seemed to feel nothing at all as he kept fighting!
An Jianwen, who was watching the match, frowned at this and glanced at Little Mule beside him. "Is this guy any good? He does not look it. He is about to get beaten to death, is he not?"
Little Mule was not so sure either. "There were no problems the last few times. Everyone who got the shot managed to beat his opponent at the last moment..."
"But he looks like he will be beaten to death before he beats anyone!" An Jianwen sensed something was off today, so he turned to Dr. Yin. "Dr. Yin, what is going on here?"
"This opponent is too strong. The drug is still in the early testing stage. After injection it has no problem handling ordinary people, but the man he is facing now must be a cultivator!" Dr. Yin frowned as well. "We had better bring Boxer Li here and ask him."
"A cultivator? No way. A cultivator fighting in underground boxing?" An Jianwen froze, then said to Little Mule, "Go get Boxer Li and find out what is going on with this man!"
"Yes!" Little Mule answered and turned to fetch Boxer Li.
Soon Little Mule returned to the room with Boxer Li, who said to An Jianwen, "Young Master Wen, you were looking for me?"
"Yes. Take a look at this man. Why can he not be handled even after the drug injection?" An Jianwen said, pointing at the live feed of the ongoing match.
Boxer Li glanced at the match on the screen, then said, "From what I can see, this man looks like an external cultivator, but he has not reached the Yellow Rank. Call him quasi Yellow Rank. Dr. Yin's drug should be no match for a man like this... unless the injected subject has an exceptionally strong physique..."
"Oh? So you are saying this Yang Maoling fellow cannot win?" An Jianwen frowned.
"His chances are slim!" Boxer Li said with certainty.
"Damn it!" An Jianwen cursed. "More than twenty million has been bet on Red Dragon today. If Red Dragon wins, even at one-to-one odds, I will be paying out till it kills me!"
"Young Master Wen, no need to worry! I will take the next bout myself!" Boxer Li waved it off casually. "With my strength, killing this Red Dragon will be child's play!"
"Hmm... very well! Red Dragon has won three in a row. The bets on the fourth bout will surely be bigger and heavier. That way I can win it all back with interest in one go!" An Jianwen nodded, finally setting his mind at ease...
Yang Maoling died! He did not even know how he died. He felt no pain. He only wanted to keep attacking and attacking, never realizing that his sternum had been completely smashed by the stocky man and his heart had already burst!
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