Chapter 1038 — The Drug Failed, the Effect Kicked In and Yang Maoling Felt His Whole Body Brimming With Endless Strength
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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!