Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang replied truthfully: "Wang Meng is just a younger brother in front of Liu Hailong. If fighting Wang Meng is a championship-level difficulty, then defeating Liu Hailong is a hell-level difficulty."

Chu Yiren was shocked after hearing this and asked, "Is this Liu Hailong so good at fighting?"

Lin Lang replied: "This guy is as strong as a bull. His famous move, the split kick, is very fierce. There are even rumors that Liu Hailong has killed someone. He is definitely one of the most powerful Sanda champions today."

Chu Yiren wiped the sweat off her forehead and said weakly, "Alang, you must not draw a formidable opponent like Liu Hailong in the promotion match later."

Lin Lang shrugged and said, "As the saying goes, what you fear will come true. I am afraid that Liu Hailong will choose me in the draw. It seems that a Sanda duel between old enemies is inevitable!"

"Uh... no way?" Chu Yiren glanced at the opponent on the ring who was knocked to the ground by Liu Hailong's split kick, and couldn't help but worry for Lin Lang.

“We all have one head on our shoulders, what’s there to be afraid of?!” Lin Lang’s eyes flashed with determination.

Facing the upcoming challenge of strength, Lin Lang seems to be ready to go all out to meet this fierce battle.

A man with a self-defense system can do anything, but he must not be cowardly.

Chu Yiren said with a hint of worry: "Alang, although I like to see you show off, but if we can beat you, then we will fight. If we can't, it's not shameful to withdraw from the competition."

"Sister Yiren, are you worried that I'll be beaten into a pig's head?"

AI generates beautiful pictures of Chu Yiren

"I saw the opponent who was KO'd by Liu Hailong on the ring. It seemed that he was seriously injured!"

The ring doctor and staff were seen carrying the Sanda veteran who was tragically knocked out by Liu Hailong down from the ring on a stretcher. Not only did he suffer a mild concussion, but his shoulder was also dislocated by Liu Hailong's "split kick". He looked extremely painful.

"Don't worry, Sister Yiren." Lin Lang smiled confidently, "I have practiced the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt, and I have the [Vajra Body] skill to protect my body. I am really ruthless!"

Lin Lang jokingly said that he had the [Vajra Body] skill to protect his body, but Chu Yiren didn't believe it at all and smiled, "Okay! Then I'd like to see how powerful your Iron Shirt is."

As Chu Yiren was talking, she pinched Lin Lang's belly, causing Lin Lang to grimace in pain. "Uh... Sister Yiren, why did you pinch me?"

"Haha... Don't you have a diamond body to protect you? Why are you afraid of pain?"

Lin Lang said sadly: "The Iron Shirt I practiced is different from others. Although my [Vajra Body] can protect my body, it will hurt when I get hit or hurt!"

"Tsk~ Then you are just bragging. You feel pain when you are hit or hurt. How can you call it an iron vest?"

Lin Lang was afraid of being exposed in front of Chu Yiren, so he did not continue to explain that although his passive skill [Vajra Body] could protect his body, the skin nerves all over his body were as sensitive as those of ordinary people.

Chu Yiren and Lin Lang were chatting, and the big screen at the competition site was scrolling to notify the opponents of the next round of promotion matches. As expected, Lin Lang was drawn to play against his rival Liu Hailong.

The other 75kg Sanda fighters who were preparing for the competition all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the new Sanda fighter Lin Lang, who had KO champion Wang Meng, would fight against the 2000kg champion of the 75 Summer National Wushu Sanda King Championship in the promotion match.

In the eyes of all the contestants, whoever draws to fight against Liu Hailong will have a nightmare of a tough battle.

Although Lin Lang knocked out the champion Wang Meng with a self-sacrificing kick in just 30 seconds during the initial audition, no one believed that he could beat the ferocious Liu Hailong.

Seeing that Lin Lang was really going to fight Liu Hailong in the promotion match to compete for a place in the semi-finals, Chu Yiren said with a hint of worry: "What you fear will come true."

Lin Lang curled his lips and shrugged, "It seems that the difficulty of the promotion match is that we have to fight in the hell level!"

AI generates beautiful pictures of Chu Yiren

"Alang, how big do you think the gap is between you and Liu Hailong in terms of combat power?"

"If Liu Hailong's combat power is S-level, then my combat power is also S-level."

Chu Yiren was delighted after hearing this and said, "So, Alang, your fighting power is equal to Liu Hailong's!"

Unexpectedly, Lin Lang replied pretentiously: "Liu Hailong's combat power has reached S-level because he has S-level strength, and my combat power is S-level because I am only S-level at most."

Chu Yiren covered her mouth and laughed, "Alang, you are pretending again. You mean you are at S level because the highest level is S level, but Liu Hailong is really only at S level, right?"

“Snap…” Lin Lang snapped his fingers, shook his hair exaggeratedly, and replied proudly: “That’s right!”

Chu Yiren couldn't help but laugh and teased, "Alang, you're still in the mood to act cool when facing a powerful enemy. Are you saying this on purpose because you're afraid that I'll worry, or do you really have the confidence and strength to defeat Liu Hailong?"

Lin Lang chuckled and said, "Of course I was afraid that you would worry, so I bluffed. You looked so nervous and serious just now, how could you look better when you were smiling!"

Chu Yiren's smile suddenly stopped after hearing this, and she said in surprise, "No way, Alang? You've been blowing bubbles with me for a long time?"

Lin Lang replied with a playful smile: "Anyway, bragging is not taxable, and blowing bubbles is not against the law."

"Haha...Alang, seeing you so optimistic in the face of a powerful enemy, I know you are confident. Are you confident that you can defeat Liu Hailong?"

"Uh... Sorry to leave you for a moment, Sister Yiren. I have to pee urgently when facing a strong opponent. I'll go to the bathroom and be back soon."

Chu Yiren half-jokingly said, "Alang, you are not scared and are looking for an excuse to run away before the promotion match starts, right?"

“A real man will never abandon his woman and run away at any time.” While no one was paying attention, Lin Lang kissed Chu Yiren on her beautiful face, then ran away.

Chu Yiren smiled and shook her head, she had no way to deal with her boyfriend Lin Lang.

It was such a coincidence that as soon as Lin Lang walked into the men's restroom in the gymnasium, he saw Liu Hailong standing in front of the urinal, flushing the urine.

Because the men's restroom was crowded, there was only an empty seat next to Liu Hailong in the row of urinals.

Helplessly, Lin Lang could only bite the bullet and approach his opponent Liu Hailong and urinate in front of the urinal next to him.

Liu Hailong, who was letting the water go, glanced at Lin Lang and greeted him, "Hello! Your KO win over Wang Meng just now was very exciting. I am looking forward to our next promotion match."

Lin Lang glanced at the sound, and while flushing the urinal, he greeted politely, "Hey, hello! I've heard of you for a long time, and today I see that Brother Liu is truly a rare talent, a martial arts master!"

After draining the water, Liu Hailong picked up his combat shorts and replied, "Nice to meet you. Brother Lin is older than me, so I dare not call him brother."

Liu Hailong is from Shandong, the hometown of Confucius and Mencius and a country of etiquette. Although he looks big and strong with a rough and bold personality, he still pays great attention to etiquette.

Lin Lang took a long time to pee, so he continued to greet him: "If I wasn't peeing, we would definitely shake hands."

"In the next promotion match, I hope Brother Liu will show mercy on the stage and don't beat me too badly. Let's put friendship first and competition second, okay?"

Liu Hailong declined, saying, "Forget about the handshake. Sanda competitions are all about sportsmanship. Fighting your opponent with all your strength in the ring is the only way to show respect to the competition and your opponent."

"Brother Liu, what you said is absolutely right. Then let's play at our best and compete in style." Lin Lang had a fake smile on his righteous face, just like a villain who is smiling like a tiger.

"Brother Lin, see you on the field!" There was unconcealable hostility in the eyes of Liu Hailong and Lin Lang as they looked at each other.

"OK!" Lin Lang hadn't finished peeing yet.

After Liu Hailong left the men's room, Lin Lang had a sly smile on his face. He thought to himself, "You said it yourself. Sanda competitions are all about sportsmanship. Fighting your opponent with all your strength in the ring is the only way to show respect to the competition and your opponent."

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless!" After peeing, Lin Lang left the men's room humming a little tune as if nothing had happened.

The annoying expression on Lin Lang's face was definitely a sign of mysterious self-confidence.