After just one day of rest, the fighters will compete in the semi-finals, semi-finals and finals at once today, a total of three battles.
Fighting is the most technically difficult competitive sport in the world.
It is necessary to fight three fierce battles in one day with opponents of the same level, even for monsters like Fighters who are superior to ordinary people.
This is also a double test for the body and spirit.
"Wow! I haven't seen you for just one day, what a big change, Uncle Ouma!"
In the turbulent flow of people heading to the Death Arena, Baidang Jing saw the Ten Demon Snake King Ma and Yamashita Fu who were slowly advancing.
At this time, Ouma completely lost the rage and impatience that came from nowhere when he first landed on Wanliu Island.
The whole person exudes a sense of stability like a mountain rock.
Not only that, the sharp pressure that seemed to stab someone at any time has become more rounded.
Generally speaking, although the appearance has not changed at all, the whole person has completely changed!
It seemed that due to the infection of the aura, even Yamashita Fu, who had always behaved submissively next to him, seemed to have let go of a heavy burden at this time.
Everyone felt free and easy.
"It seems that you are in good condition." Bai Tangjing walked up to the two of them and patted Ouma on the shoulder.
But when his palm fell on Ouma, the boy's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
How could this guy's heart drop so fast?
Ouma didn't care at all about the boy's horrified expression, as if he was watching "The Dead Man Talks".
Instead, he smiled freely.
"Wouldn't it be nice to fight you in your best condition?"
The young man could only look him over, nodded, turned around and left without saying anything.
For a guy who knew his death date and bravely chose his own way of death.
Who can stop him?
All others can do is show respect, right?
After the audience and players entered the venue, although the head of the United States seemed to have received some urgent notice, he left in a hurry.
However, the last day of the Boxing Willing Jue Destiny Tournament was officially announced.
After the duel between Ten Demon Snake Ouma and Kanei Koverse, Ouma, whose heart was overloaded, successfully defeated Koverse, who was also seriously damaged in the previous round, and successfully advanced to the semi-finals.
Muteba Gizenga, covered in tattoos and wearing only a pair of briefs, was jumping on the sand as if he were stretching his body.
The dark and strong body seemed to be smeared with oil, making it firm and full of vitality.
In the contestant tunnel opposite him, Bai Tangjing was steadily walking into the arena.
"Everyone has been waiting for a long time!" Shen Xiang, who was dressed even hotter than on the second day of the schedule, said excitedly while standing on the commentary stage.
"The second game of the quarter-finals, the immortal legend in the mercenary world! Killed Masaki Meguro in the first round! In the second round, he defeated Chun Sekibayashi at the expense of his five senses - [The Killer] Muteba Jizan
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"And!" The wheat-colored hand pointed at the young boy who was moving his muscles. "You are only sixteen years old! The one who first appeared on the stage of the boxing competition and broke into the top eight like a beast - [Monster] Baidang Jing!"
"It seems that the two players did not suffer any serious injuries in the first two rounds. So, will the highlights of this game be more exciting than the last game between Juuki no Snake Ouma and Imai Koverse?"
"Uncle," the young man who slowly approached Muteba frowned. "Even two minutes before the start of the game, you still didn't come out among the women. You are very confident."
"Sorry, sorry." Muteba said sorry, but his face was full of a bad smile. "As a precarious mercenary, that's all I enjoy."
I can be sure that there are no traces of those women left on his body. In other words, can he smell it? It seems that his sense of smell is also super sensitive.
"By the way, didn't you say in the first game, 'I will defeat you where you are strongest'?"
Mutba pointed to his eyes and grinned.
"My greatest strength is the five senses I have developed because of my blindness. How about it? Do you want to compete blindfolded?"
"The malice in your smiling face is almost overflowing, uncle."
Bai Tangjing looked at the strong black man in front of him with a smile, who had been playing tricks ever since he came on the field.
"That eye should already be a mechanical structure, right? If this can be achieved, the integration of optical and thermal sensors should be no problem. The visible light spectrum is expanded several times compared to ordinary people, and this is still confusing.
On your eyes?"
"Are you aware of it?" Muteba's dark face showed no trace of embarrassment after his intentions were revealed.
"It can't be seen from the outside. This is Dongxiang's special request to have the same appearance as the original eyeball. In other words, is there any internal response within the company?"
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't think that others are so powerful. My company has only been established for a few days. Where can I find a commercial spy?"
"However," Bai Tangjing's face showed an interesting smile after thinking for a while, "blind fighting seems to be a very interesting experience. I agreed."
As he said that, the young man closed his eyes and said, "Is this okay? Or do you want to find something to cover it with? I have no experience."
"No problem!" The evil smile on Muteba's face widened. "I completely believe you!"
This guy is very interesting.
But regardless of the likes and dislikes of the target, completing the task by any means necessary is the style of Muteba Gizenga, the king of mercenaries!
"Hmm? Player Baitang, are you sure you want to do this?"
The referee between the two people had never seen such a fighter who weakened himself, so he asked aloud.
Even the audience was in an uproar because of the boy's actions.
"That guy is really extraordinarily willful."
Wakatsuki Samurai, who had been training for a day, looked at the young man on the field with his mouth slightly open, and complained to Hatsumi Izumi next to him.
When he was in the middle of the battle, his whole body was shocked by the frighteningly powerful pressure, and his energy was completely attracted to the boy's movements.
As someone who had a close fight with Bai Tangjing, he did not feel the boy's slightly bad character.
The referee on the field once again confirmed that both parties were fully prepared.
He suddenly waved his arm down.
"Game start!"
Muteba maintained his boxing frame and jumped on the sand.
The shock waves between his body and the ground rippled through his senses, and then returned to his body carrying information that was completely incomprehensible to ordinary people.
With a height of 187cm and a weight of 90KG, he is worthy of being called a young man. In just a few days, his data has improved compared to when he registered as a fighter.
In the ripple senses, the movements of the figures composed of various information began to change.
Powerful front right hand, typical Jeet Kune Do warning fighting style.
You tilt your head, do you want to use your hearing?
In his heart, Muteba smiled disdainfully at the boy's innocence.
Sixteen years old. It takes a lot of time to eat, drink, play, study and live every day.
To develop fighting skills of his level, both physical training and technical training cannot take less than 20,000 hours each.
Where do you find the time to simply train your hearing?
Without hundreds of hours of specialized sensory training, do you want to improvise?
If this is successful, then my title of "King of Mercenaries" will be too cheap.
But then, the rippled senses that helped him escape from bullets and bullets countless times in the raging war, felt something "something".
The pulsating boxing frame stiffened unconsciously, and then stopped completely.
As the boy tilted his head to listen, a terrifying "thing" that could not be located by the shock wave, but was physically present, filled the air!
It was as if the entire space was filled with hostility in an instant!
Every inch of skin and every pore is being treated with hostility!
Even as he inhaled the surrounding air into his body, even his nose and lungs felt a thrilling feeling as if someone was holding a knife and holding the blade against his body with the belief that he would kill!
For Muteba, who often travels on the battlefield, this is really the worst feeling.
The sweat that flowed out from nowhere wetted his dark and strong body, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
His hands and legs were swaying in a small way.
After a brief silence, Muteba raised his arms amidst the noise of the audience.
"Referee, I abstain."
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