Su Hang saw him at a glance from behind, so he walked forward and met with Chen Dongxiang.

"Master Su!" Chen Dongxiang whispered, "This person is my rival Du Fenghai. The Muay Thai master Song Kuai was invited by him. I wonder if Master Su had just seen this person's boxing skills?"

Su Hang nodded.

“See it.”

"This Songchai is definitely the authentic successor of Muay Thai. It may be that the strength is above me. I fight him with my ability, but I dare not predict the consequences."

Su Hang thought about it, then quietly took out a Vajra Talisman and handed it to Chen Dongxiang.

When Chen Dongxiang saw it, he was overjoyed, his eyes full of gratitude, and hurriedly took it over and put the Vajra Talisman tightly in his pocket.

Su Hang gave him the Vajra Talisman that he had always dreamed of at this time, which shows that his previous efforts were finally in vain.

Chen Dongxiang said in a slightly trembling voice: "Thank you, Master Su, thank you, I will be guaranteed to go on stage now."

"No, you can't think so." Su Hang interrupted Chen Dongxiang's words, "The Vajra Talisman is not omnipotent. With the strength of Song Guai on the stage, the Vajra Talisman can at most block a few punches for you. If you are not his opponent, I suggest you give up early."

Su Hang had no intention of making a stand for Chen Dongxiang. The bad things about these underground bosses had nothing to do with him, so he didn't want to make a fuss. He could give Chen Dongxiang a Vajra Talisman, which was already the most righteous.

As for whether Chen Dongxiang will lose or win in the end, it is nothing to do with him.

Of course, Chen Dongxiang also knew that Su Hang had no intention of standing up for him.

After all, Su Hang didn’t have any reason to take action directly!

According to his understanding of Su Hang, Su Hang is a person who can't get up early without profit. Now he is not short of money. It can be said that there is nothing in the ring game that can impress him. If it weren't for the participation of martial artists, Su Hang wouldn't have come.

However, Chen Dongxiang was already full of gratitude for Su Hang's gift to him, because it was already very good that a fairy-like figure like Su Hang could do this, and he would not ask for anything else.

"I said, Boss Chen, what are you doing with Moji?"

Seeing that Chen Dongxiang was delayed from coming to the stage, Du Fenghai spoke again.

"If you want to go to the stage, hurry up and don't be like a woman. If you don't dare to go, then quickly give me the management rights of the South Street to me."

Chen Dongxiang stood up and stared at Du Fenghai: "Don't be proud, it's mine in South Street."

Chen Dongxiang said, stepped on the stool, jumped in the air, and turned over to the ring.

"good!"

There were cheers from the audience.

It has been a few minutes since no one has been on stage to fight, and the audience in the audience is also a little anxious. Now, when they see someone on stage, they suddenly feel energetic.

Meng Jiurong and Meng Guangqin also saw Chen Dongxiang coming to the stage, and the father and son were very hopeful that Chen Dongxiang could knock Songchai down and avenge them. After all, everyone is Chinese, and they feel inexplicably united in their hearts.

Su Hang sat in Chen Dongxiang's seat.

At this time, Chen Dongxiang and Songchai had already fought in one place on the ring.

Chen Dongxiang's palm was like a dragon, fierce and fierce. Every time he slapped a palm, the wind blew, like a dragon playing in the water, and he took the key points of Song Guai.

And Na Songchai used his fists, elbows, knees, and legs to the pinnacle. His fists and legs were fierce and tricky, and he used the essence of Muay Thai. The elbows and knees were powerful weapons, like a poisonous snake, and he launched a fatal blow to the enemy at all times.

If Chen Dongxiang hadn't invaded Iron Sand Palm for many years, Songchai would have defeated Chen Dongxiang in less than a few minutes.

For a moment, the two of them fought hard to distinguish.

Su Hang took a few glances and realized that Chen Dongxiang could not hold on for a few rounds.

The reason why Chen Dongxiang was able to persevere until now was completely the Vajra Talisman that Su Hang gave him, which gave him great confidence.

After many of Chen Dongxiang's industries were slowly whitewashed, Chen Dongxiang rarely came into contact with underground forces. In most cases, four gold medal men, tiger, leopard, bear, and wolf, dealing with underground forces.

Therefore, although Chen Dongxiang's iron sand palm is still persistent in practicing, it only has its shape and loses the inner charm of the iron sand palm.

In other words, in a few years of pampering life, Chen Dongxiang's iron sand palm skills will gradually become a flower standout that is just a prettier one.

But Songchai was different. Songchai obviously looked like a person who often fought black boxing. Judging from his playing style, he probably had many lives in his hands. Judging from his strength, his strength should be slightly stronger than Chen Dongxiang.

His cruelty and viciousness were tempered by countless life-and-death fights and had been deeply imprinted into his bone marrow. This situation is not comparable to that of Chen Dongxiang, who is pampered and elegant.

On the ring.

One minute later.

Chen Dongxiang made a mistake and accidentally, Song Cai's right elbow hit Chen Dongxiang's face hard. At this time, Chen Dongxiang had just avoided Song Cai's leg, and he had no choice but to face Song Cai's overbearing elbow.

If this domineering elbow hit Chen Dongxiang's face, then Chen Dongxiang's nose and cheekbones were fractured, that would be sure.

At this time, there were also cheers from the audience.

"Good fight, hurry up, beat him up!"

"Yes, just like that, beat him hard!"

"My 10,000 yuan is about to get it."

...

Needless to say, it must be the one who won by Maisong, who made a shout.

Gamblers only talk about winning or losing, regardless of nationality.

Du Fenghai looked at Songchai's sharp blow and showed joy. Nanjie was still his.

But Meng Jiurong pounded his palm in dismay and sighed.

"Damn, this Tai Chinese man is so powerful. Can't we have any masters who can defeat him?"

In the last row of the tent, a middle-aged man in his fifties narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was closing his eyes to rest. It seemed that all the noise around him had nothing to do with him.

But his slightly open eyes shot out from time to time.

...

When Songchai's right elbow was about to hit Chen Dongxiang's face, Songchai couldn't help but smile. He seemed to see Chen Dongxiang's face fractured and his face was full of blood.

However, when Songchai's right elbow was five centimeters away from Chen Dongxiang's nose, with a "buzzing", his fierce elbow was blocked by a layer of light yellow halo.

The halo appeared for less than half a second and disappeared.

Chen Dongxiang was overjoyed. He knew that this was Su Hang's Vajra Talisman that worked. He grabbed Song Cai's moment of being stunned and immediately bounced up his right leg, whipped his leg, and swept towards Song Cai's head.

Song Cai was stunned for only one second. He retreated back and avoided Chen Dongxiang's whip legs.

There was a sigh in the audience, and the audience did not see the halo clearly.

"Hey, it's a pity that I didn't get the call!"

"Damn it, buddy, please fall down quickly and ask me to win another game."

"Look, look, Songchai launches a fierce attack."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!