Sima Lang used all his internal strength.
Warriors are divided into different levels, and only those who have cultivated internal strength can be called warriors, and this stage is divided into ten levels.
Sima Lang is a warrior at the sixth level of internal strength!
At this stage, it has exceeded the limits of ordinary people. If it explodes, a deep hole can be smashed into the steel plate.
With Sima Lang's strength, he ranks high even among the freshmen of Hua Xia Gao Wu Academy.
Now that he had put all his strength into dealing with Song Yang, he felt the outcome was certain.
Song Yang didn't move.
Sima Lang was secretly happy. He thought that Song Yang must have been intimidated by his majestic figure and was so scared that he dared not move.
He was planning to knock Song Yang's head off and stomp on him a few times to teach him a lesson!
The Broken Gold Palm was still one centimeter away from Song Yang's face. A smile appeared on Sima Lang's face. He seemed to see Song Yang being beaten to the point of spitting blood.
Bang! ~
A heavy force appeared.
Sima Lang looked down and saw Song Yang punching him in the stomach.
He felt as if his stomach was pierced.
The next moment, Sima Lang flew up with a scream, spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and then fell to the ground in a spin.
Plop~!
Sima Lang's body bounced a few times on the ground and then stopped moving.
Several big men rushed forward and helped Sima Lang up.
They looked at Song Yang in horror. They didn't expect Song Yang to be so awesome that he could actually defeat Sima Lang, who was at the sixth level of internal strength.
Song Yang said: "What the hell, you fell down when I just used a little force."
Jiang Wenxin ran to Song Yang and said happily: "Brother-in-law is so awesome, brother-in-law is awesome!"
Song Yang said modestly: "No, no, it's just that the opponent is too weak."
The blood that Sima Lang had just stopped spurting out again, covering the face of a big man next to him.
But after spitting out blood, he felt much more relaxed.
He looked at Song Yang viciously and said to the big man next to him: "Wait a minute, surround Song Yang. I will take Jiang Wenxin away first!"
The big men nodded.
Sima Lang roared, stood up and said, "I don't accept it. If you have the guts, knock me down again!"
Song Yang frowned.
He didn't expect Sima Lang to be such a bastard. He was beaten to the point of vomiting blood but was still jumping.
Sima Lang winked at the big men around him and said, "Come on! Come and get me! Let me experience your frenzy again!"
Song Yang pinched his fingers and walked towards Sima Lang.
Sima Lang laughed loudly: "You've been fooled! Eight Vajra, surround him!"
The eight strong men pounded their chests hard and rushed towards Song Yang with their heads lowered.
Sima Lang took the opportunity to run to Jiang Wenxin, grabbed her wrist and ran away.
Jiang Wenxin shouted: "Brother-in-law, save me!"
Song Yang turned around and was surrounded by strong men.
He watched Jiang Wenxin being pulled into the Rolls-Royce at the door, and then he slapped the big man in the front in the face, sending him flying and causing him to spit out blood.
Song Yang looked coldly at the other seven men.
The big men all knelt on the ground with a loud noise, their movements in unison.
Song Yang chased out of the door and found that the Rolls-Royce had already gone onto the road and left quickly.
A Wuling Hongguang drove over.
A black man popped his head out of the car window. He smiled and said, "Hey sir, do you want to rent a car? My car is an imported Wuling, and it has a lot of space!"
Song Yang opened the car door, pulled him out, started the car, did a beautiful drift and chased after the Rolls-Royce.
The black driver stood up, jumped up and down, and yelled, "I'm faking it! You stole my car, I'll call the police and put you in jail!"