During this period, there were many hot-headed people who were affected by Fat Tiger’s words and immediately ran over to increase their points.
Some people still think Black Hand is powerful, but after seeing the performance of Wukong Mask Man just now, some people feel that Wukong Mask Man is even more powerful, and they put all their points into betting.
It's like gambling, with high risks and high rewards.
As long as you can succeed, your worth will double.
When they think about success and being able to get doubled points, their blood starts to surge and boil.
Many of them have never thought about what will happen if they invest all their wealth and fail, and they don't want to think about it.
That's not how it is in the mind of a gambler.
Think only of the good side and not the bad side.
Even if their rationality tells them that if they lose, they may lose everything, but they are already on top and will even control themselves not to think about the bad consequences.
...
Ten minutes are up.
Ding ding ding~
Fat Tiger hit the iron piece with his hand and walked into the octagonal cage.
When everyone's attention was focused on him, he handed the iron piece to his subordinates who followed him and took the trumpet from his subordinates.
"Ouch!"
He had a seizure, and then shouted to everyone with an excited face:
"The exciting moment has arrived, here is our finals."
"No more nonsense."
"We have hired our black hands!"
Bang bang bang!
Amidst the applause, there was a cheer from the survivors supporting the Black Hand.
"Whoa whoa whoa!"
"Black Hand! Black Hand! Black Hand!"
"The black hand will win!"
Blackhand walked onto the ring slowly, and as he walked up, he threw the towel around his neck to the audience.
Fat Tiger nodded towards Black Hand and continued to pick up the loudspeaker and shouted:
"Invite our masked man: Wukong!"
"Wukong!"
There were also many survivors in the audience who supported the masked man. After seeing Wukong, they shouted with all their strength.
...
Tap tap tap!
The masked man Wukong still wears the same outfit, with his whole body wrapped tightly.
Black Hand looked at his opponent who was less than three meters away from him, and thought to himself: We finally faced him.
When the competition was held these days, he had no interest in anyone else, only this mysterious masked man.
After so many fights, no one has ever seen the true face of the masked man.
Facing this Wukong, he also felt a lot of pressure.
Unfortunately, cold weapons cannot be used.
Can only fight with bare hands.
He couldn't use the butterfly knife that he was best at, which made him unhappy.
But there is no way, all dangerous cold weapons entering the trading market must be handed over.
Moreover, if cold weapons are used in battle, the mortality rate will be very high.
If there were no restrictions on the use of cold weapons in this arena match, a lot of people would probably die.
Both of them were looking at each other, and the masked man looked at the black hand in front of him with a wary look in his eyes.
The man in black gloves in front of him gave him a strong sense of threat.
The two looked at each other, and the air froze.
A chilling atmosphere enveloped the Octagon.
Fat Tiger glanced at Black Hand and then at the masked man.
Originally, Black Hand, as one of their people, could completely use his power to directly let the masked man fight him after the fight.
The black hand got plenty of rest, but the masked man didn't, so the odds of winning were very high.
But he was rejected by the confident and proud Black Hand.
He doesn't want to engage in such frivolous things, he plays with reality.
Even if his skills are not as good as others, he still admits it.
Fat Hu stood between the two of them, feeling a little depressed.
So he quickly shouted: "Okay, Black Hand VS Wukong, I declare it official..."
He drawled..."Start."
Boom!
The octagonal cage door is closed.
The black hand stands on the left and the man in the Goku mask stands on the right.
Black Hand suddenly said: "Take off the mask and have a fight."
The man in the Wukong mask ignored him and stared at Black Hand's lower body.
The steps moved slowly, and the body maintained a posture ready to attack at any time.
When he didn't get a reply from the masked man, Black Hand's eyes turned cold.
If you don't drink a toast, you'll be punished with a fine drink, and if you fight with yourself while wearing a mask, why are you pretending to be cool?
I really admired this Wukong at first, but now it seems a bit pretentious.
Show off! I asked you to show off.
With a movement of his body, Black Hand rushed towards the masked man at an extremely fast speed.
Elbow!
Black Hand's elbow strike was blocked by the masked man's arm, and the next second.
The black hand and knee kicked the masked man in the vagina.
The masked man flinched and took a few steps back.
Avoid this dangerous combo, if you are kicked in the lower part of the body, the egg will be broken.
The black hand failed and became even more angry.
Rush forward, lift your knees, turn your waist, throw your hands and kick out at the same time, and rotate your feet with your toes as the axis.
A perfect sweeping kick!
The masked man stepped back again. He had already retreated to the edge of the octagonal cage and hit the iron frame of the octagonal cage. There was no way he could retreat.
"Muay Thai!" The masked man said in a low voice.
Blackhand ignored him and continued to attack.
He got close, thrust out with both fists, and at the same time pushed his knees into the belly of the man in the Wukong mask.
Three lines were running in parallel, and the masked man was pushed to the edge, unable to retreat, and there was almost no room to hide around him.
And because he was retreating, he was in a very passive position, making it difficult for him to receive the Black Hand's attack.
Just when the black hand was about to knock him down, the masked man grabbed the iron railing behind him, used both hands to support his body in a parallel position, and kicked it with both feet.
Borrowing the power of the octagonal cage, he kicked the black hand.
Black Hand saw his kicking feet and quickly changed his movements.
The fists that were originally moving forward were instantly raised up, using both hands and small arms to block the flying kick of the masked man.
Black Hand took a few steps back, with a cold expression on his lips. Taking advantage of his large position, he immediately rushed to the left and jumped up before the masked man could adjust his posture.
Elbow the masked man in the stomach.
Block.
The masked man blocked it with both hands, his palms numb.
He fell to the ground and quickly got up.
"It's interesting." The masked man whispered to himself.
Then he began to take the initiative to attack.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Just in time." Blackhand shouted.
Bang bang bang!
The punches hit the flesh, and sometimes they hit the octagonal cage, causing the vibrating octagonal cage to sway and make a clanging sound.
They struck alternately, fiercely and quickly. Punch after punch, like thunder exploding.
From an onlooker's perspective, both of them are extremely powerful.
They are all very ruthless in their attacks, their moves are cunning and their blood is flowing.
Their bodies were like locomotives, rushing and slamming into each other. Fists, feet, elbows, knees, all over the body, attacked with all their strength.
Unknowingly, the masked man's hat was blown off, and his upper body clothes were torn and turned into strips of cloth, which looked like beggar's clothes.
At the torn place, you can vaguely see the blood on it.
Blackhand's eyes were also swollen, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his calves were shaking.
This was kicked by the masked man just now.
So far, the battle is evenly matched.
This battle made everyone in the audience extremely excited.
"It's so enjoyable, so enjoyable! I knew it was not in vain. I think the showdown between Black Hand and the mysterious masked man is the most interesting!"
"Indeed, but until now, there is still no winner. It seems that both of them are about the same."
"No, that Wukong of yours has his head swollen."
Under the light, the audience in the distance saw that the head of the Wukong masked man had craters, as if it had been smashed out.
But those who were relatively close to the ring could tell that it was not smashed, but burned.
There is no hair, and it is different from a smooth bald head. It is covered with scars, and the wrinkled scars look very ugly.
Li Zhengping watched the duel between the two men, swallowed his saliva and asked the cannon:
"Brother Pao, can you beat them?"
Cannon curled his lips, "Just kidding, of course I..."
"Can't beat it!"
"I'm not a professional in this field. My major is interrogation."
Li Zhengping looked at Li Tie. Li Tie did not answer him, but his eyes were stern and thoughtful.
He was not shocked because of how good the fighting skills of these two people were, but because of the fighting style of these people, especially the fighting style of the wild dog, judging from these games.
They are so fucking desperate and cruel.
This is the true characteristic of the strong who survives in the apocalypse, bloodthirsty!
"Brother."
"What's the matter?" Li Yu looked at Li Tie.
Li Tie's eyes were a little solemn, "I suggest that you regularly bring people from the team over to fight for a few times. The combat team is better, but the militia team, I feel it is a little less bloody."
Li Yu's eyes lit up slightly.
This is true.
Through these survivors in the Octagon, grind out the people on their own team.
Firearms are one thing. Having a gun naturally eliminates the need for close combat.
But this fearless and ferocious attitude needs to be tempered.
Sometimes, just having a gun isn't enough.
Weapons and equipment are the basis, but if the people in the team have this ferocious and ruthless spirit, like a pack of hungry wolves, it will enhance the combat capability of the entire team.
Willpower is very important.
"Yes, a good idea." Li Yu smiled and nodded.
"Go back and try to pull people over. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose. What's important is to let them feel this."
"good."
Just as they were talking.
The Black Hand in the Octagonal Cage fought against the Wukong Mask Man several times.
Black Hand wiped the nosebleed and saw that the Wukong Mask Man's mask did not fall off despite being punched several times by him. He became furious and had to take off the mask.
Rushed over again.
She once again pretended to take off his mask, but the next second she kicked the masked man in the stomach.
The masked man blocked again.
Blackhand's attack came again, pretending to take off the mask again.
The masked man had been deceived many times, but this time he ignored him and punched the black hand on the bridge of his nose.
Black Hand did not block, but let him hit the bridge of his nose.
He grabbed the masked man's mask with both hands and pulled it down hard.
Tear!
The masked man's mask was tied very tightly, and with this pull, two bloody marks appeared on the masked man's face.
Black Hand fell back, the bridge of his nose was broken, and blood splattered from his nose.
But he laughed.
"I'm wearing Nima's mask. I don't dare to show anyone what I look like."
The masked man was a little flustered when his mask was taken off, and he quickly covered his face with his hands.
But when he covered it, he found that his hands were covered in blood.
The burning pain on his face made him realize that when the black hand took off the mask roughly just now, the sharp mask had scratched his face.
His face was burned by flames,
The whole head, no, the whole body was burned.
Looks extremely ugly.
before the end of the world,
He used to do it to save people, to save those in the fire.
He left the opportunity to escape to others, but because he lost the best opportunity to escape, he was burned by the flames, causing 90% of his skin to be burned.
He narrowly escaped death, but if he hadn't been in good health, he probably wouldn't have survived.
After surgery, there was still no way to repair it.
The nurse in the ward looked at him strangely and refused to give him a mirror.
One day, he secretly found a mirror and looked at his ugly self in the mirror, unable to accept it.
Many people say he is ugly, but he actually doesn't care.
What he cares about is whether the people he cares about don't care about his face.
As a man, it doesn't matter if you're ugly, but if you're responsible, you're righteous and brave, these qualities are more important.
However, what broke his heart was:
None of the people he saved said thank you to him.
After that incident, the few people around him also unknowingly moved away from him.
The people he cares about say they don't care about his injuries, but in fact they do.
One day he heard his girlfriend making a phone call behind his back, saying that she would have nightmares every day when she slept next to him, and when she woke up and saw his face... it felt like she was in love with a zombie.
Even when he goes to a convenience store to buy something, even if he puts on a mask, when he raises his head and the clerk sees his scar, he will get a strange look.
When he goes to the movies, children will be frightened and cry, and adults will look at him with disgust.
Anywhere he goes in public, he will be looked at with frightened and wary eyes.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He asked himself what he had done, and he felt that he had done nothing wrong.
Shouldn't we save those people?
Maybe you really shouldn't save her. If you did, you wouldn't be hurt.
My girlfriend will never leave me.
I can also live a normal life.
But there is no if.
He wants revenge, but he doesn't know who he should take revenge on.
He closed himself off and stayed in a house by himself, rarely going out throughout the year.
Occasionally at three or four in the morning, he would go out for a walk.
The dark night makes him feel free, and he likes the dark night.
He doesn't like the strange, disgusted and frightened look others look at him, which makes him feel stupid.
I used to be very stupid!
Suddenly one day, he stayed in his room for two months without leaving the house. He ordered takeout, but the takeaway guy didn't come.
The call didn't go through. He was hungry and walked out.
Discover...the world has changed.
It has become different from before.
He found that he could go anywhere now.
Apocalypse...so good.
...
However, he hates others taking off his mask.
Especially if you take it off passively!
His face was wrinkled and ferocious, with two bloodstains on his cheeks due to scratches.
His whole face looked like a demon coming out of hell.
Black Hand stood up with a smile, raised his head and saw his terrifying face, and his smile dissipated like a tide.
"Um...what's wrong with your face...I don't know..."
Wukong mask man stares at black hand,
Tear!
He tore off the cloth-like upper body clothes.
His upper body was exposed.
Wrinkled and pitted, as if it had been fried in a frying pan.
There are criss-crossing scars, and there is not a single piece of good skin.
There was still blood on it.
Ferocious, terrifying.
The man in the Wukong mask clenched his fists and took a step forward.