Fortunately, I was not on the field, otherwise I would have been left with only one head watching others fight. Every second that passes, one second of life will be lost; every second is suffering.

Think about it, the "chainsaw" was actually merciful to the three people just now, and only saw the areas that could be repaired. Unlike the "iron claw", which crushed their heads with one claw, they completely burped and got cold.

Time passed by minute by second. This time, the field was full of hard-core warriors, all armed with heavy weapons. Either big hammers or big axes. Each one weighed at least half a ton. If they were hit, there would always be severed limbs and injuries.

Debris flew up.

Finally, the game ended after four minutes.

There was only "Iron Claw" left on the field. He raised his giant sword on the field full of severed limbs and sprinkled with blue biochemical liquid, and displayed himself wildly and unruly, making the entire stadium audience marvel at his victory.

Cheers for victory.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" The thin man and the little oil drum were so anxious that they were sweating. In another minute, the "chainsaw" would be out of help.

But "Iron Claw" still has an endless curtain call, but according to the rules, if the winner doesn't finish, the staff can't come on to finish the show.

Did this guy do it on purpose?

When the audience's shouts became a little weaker, it was time to stop and "Iron Claw" finally ended.

When he walked backstage, a group of staff immediately swarmed over and picked up the heads as fast as possible. When they found one, they picked it up and ran to the backstage.

The thin man and the little oil drum immediately stepped out of the way and ran to the samurai's backstage.

Others followed, and Xining also ran to have a look.

You can't enter, you can only stand at the door. Fortunately, the people who ran past were all of normal size, otherwise just one fat man could have blocked the entire door.

Xining looked in through the gap. The backstage inside was much larger than the sparring backstage, and there were several times more treatment equipment and beds, all in a row along the nearest wall.

After picking up the heads one by one, they immediately connected the tubes of the oxygen supply device and shouted to the heads to see if there was any reaction. So it was very noisy inside, with shouts and screams for help.

A head has already been declared dead. After shouting for a long time without reply, the EEG cable is plugged in. If the brain does not respond with any fluctuations, it is really dead. Then the head is placed on a special shelf next to it and waits for everything to end.

After that, let your family members pick it up.

Three pills have been placed on the shelf, which looks very impressive.

This was considered good, but one of them was thrown directly into a bucket covered with black cloth next to it. That was the head that no one must have claimed, so it was collected and sent to the crematorium.

Looking at that bucket, Xining thought it looked like a trash can, and it was black, a dry trash can!

Music sounded outside, it was the intermission performance, and beautiful women danced to let the audience relax and rest.

Xi Ning felt a lot. It was like singing and dancing outside, but life and death inside were speeding up.

If you pay one million for each head, don't worry about the boss losing money. Because samurai have bets, and their death will only affect the bettor's money, not the boss's business. On the contrary, the boss hopes that a few will die every time.

Only in this way will the authenticity be shown. But there should not be too many deaths, leaving no successors.

With the support of powerful medical means, "Chainsaw" finally opened his eyes and responded. And judging from the computer display, he was not hypoxic.

Once deprived of oxygen, it will cause irreversible damage to the brain, and the immortal will become a fool or a vegetative state. At this time, the staff will pull the link line, because the compensation for a vegetative person and a fool is more than that of a dead person...for example, that

The one on the side.

Even though his face looked normal, Xi Ning still saw the staff member secretly ticking off one of the link lines with his finger. The area that was originally red on the computer quickly turned white. After a while, the head was

Declare it dead, pull out the other threads, and place it on the shelf.

What else can you do? Call the police. Where is the evidence? There are always casualties in the game. After a severe impact on the head, it is normal for someone to hold on for a while and then die.

The bodies of those whose heads have been saved are being transported in.

It's a small forklift, and it just pushes in a lot of shovels.

More than 20 assistants went up and started sorting. The samurai on the operating table, the worst one had only one head left, the best one was half shorter, and they were all shouting. They reminded the assistants that their bodies were about

Where.

"My arms are there, yes, the ones I spray-painted with red paint...my feet, what you are holding are my feet..."

The assistants picked them up piece by piece, picking up the big ones first, placing them next to each warrior, and then picking up the smaller pieces.

The forklift came down and swept in all the broken limbs and arms on the field. The field was cleared as quickly as possible for the next game.

The torsos are still being sorted inside, but outside there is already a host shouting excitedly: "The next is the speed warrior competition, please place your bets as soon as possible, we will stop placing bets soon!"

Several warriors were coming out of their separate locker rooms. As speed types, their bodies were naturally much smaller than those of strength types. They were similar to ordinary people, and some were even unusually slender, like a short "skinny man".

Half of the samurai were surrounded by full-time consultants and coaches, who kept nagging and adding or applying engine oil. Two of them even asked their assistants to put some powder on their faces.

Man, samurai, replenishing powder... sweating.

Look at his face, my God, it’s so thickly pink that it’s like he’s wearing a mask, and he’s also wearing heavy makeup, except for the wig, which is the proper makeup of a noble European medieval man.

They almost didn't look at the row of warriors who were treating them next to them. Even if they did, they just glanced at them and continued walking outside the field without stopping.

The host outside began to announce the name, the number of games won, the current points ranking, and even the height and weight in the order of appearance.

While the players were being introduced, Xining returned to the original backstage and went to the door to watch the next game.

I finally know what a speed type is. Although there is no Flash, it is exaggerated to disappear in the blink of an eye, but the action is also "swishing~" like lightning.

If they were to run 100 meters, they would be able to complete the distance in basically four to five seconds. If a powerful weapon is thrown at you, but before it reaches you, they may avoid it and then stab it with a sword.

But the final competition is not divided into groups. The ones with the highest points in the power, speed and mixed types will eventually compete together standing together.

The advantage of the speed type is that they are fast, but their biggest disadvantage is that their attack power is not strong. In order not to affect their speed, the weapons they use are swords that ordinary people can afford. For the power type, such swords are thicker than the steel plates of armored vehicles.

With their outer shell, a single sword attack can hardly cause any substantial damage. As long as the power type hits them once, their slender bodies will fall apart.

Everything has advantages and disadvantages.

Compared with the strength-type game, the speed-type will not shake the ground with every move. But it is so dizzying that you can't blink your eyes. Maybe after a blink, you will miss how this guy was killed.
Chapter completed!