Chapter six hundred and forty-ninth life and death struggle
The strong man among them had developed a strength that was beyond the limits of human beings. He had rich fighting experience and soon beat the opponent until he was covered in blood.
However, the man was not outnumbered. Instead, he was aroused with ferocity. He hugged the strong man into his arms and used crazy strength with his arms.
This man's strength was so amazing that he actually pinched the ultimate warrior until he vomited blood.
The extreme warrior let out a heavy cry of pain, which was quickly drowned out by the cheers from the audience.
The audience present was extremely excited, with their hands clasped in front of their mouths, and they kept shouting "ouch".
Mr. Lu took the beautiful young woman and a group of men in black to the podium.
There is a special empty area here for Mr. Lu to watch the competition, and even the thirty or forty men in black also have specific seats.
Ye Fan was also about to go up, but Liu Anbang suddenly stood in front of him, "You brat, is that where you stay? Come with me!"
Liu Anbang's voice was cold, but he did not move anything against Ye Fan, and his eyes were evasive, not daring to look at Ye Fan.
"Lead the way." Ye Fan was too lazy to argue with him, and would settle the account slowly later.
Liu Anbang took Ye Fan to the backstage of the martial arts arena. There was an arc-shaped corridor that ran through the entire arena.
In the corridor, there are many compartments.
Each compartment is surrounded by iron bars, just like a prison.
The compartment is not large. There are several cabinets inside with some personal belongings. There is a "xxx only" sign posted outside the door.
Ye Fan discovered that each brand has an English letter at the end, usually "中" or "高" in capital letters.
The "medium" background color is blue, and the "high" background color is purple.
In each cubicle, there is a man wearing a black coat sitting or standing with his back to the iron fence.
When Ye Fan passed by, someone turned around slightly and glanced at Ye Fan lightly, his eyes filled with a murderous aura.
The eyes of these people have no emotion, like untamed beasts.
Ye Fan looked deep and followed Liu Anbang without saying a word.
After walking a few dozen meters, Ye Fan passed by a "special" brand-name compartment, the color was bright orange!
This compartment is much larger than the surrounding compartments and also has a single bed and a wine cabinet.
"Jiejiejiejie..."
The hoarse laughter attracted Ye Fan's attention. He looked sideways and saw a big man in a black coat leaning against the wall with his legs crossed.
He had a ferocious expression, holding a wine glass in one hand, pointing at Ye Fan with one hand, and made a gesture of wiping his neck.
"Beckhans?" Ye Fan looked at the orange "special" name tag and murmured in a low voice.
Liu Anbang seemed to be used to it, and said coldly: "Hans is among the top thirty masters in our Qingmen Martial Arts Arena's life and death list, and he has accumulated eighty-four points so far!"
"What do you mean?" Ye Fan asked.
"That is to say, Hans killed eighty-four warriors!" Liu Anbang looked at Ye Fan with a sneer.
"You brat, if you want to have your own room in the Qingmen Martial Arts Arena, you must accumulate ten points and reach the 'intermediate' level!"
"Kill ten people?" Ye Fan frowned.
"Life and death list, life and death battle, if you don't kill someone, others will come and kill you!"
Liu Anbang's eyes were slightly red, "You brat, aren't you a good fighter? I want to see if you can survive ten rounds in the martial arts arena!"
Ye Fan ignored Liu Anbang, shook his head and hummed: "Killing people wantonly? The Binhai government actually allows such a place to exist!"
"This is the world of warriors, no one will interfere." Liu Anbang laughed loudly, "You brat, you should worry about yourself first!"
Ye Fan didn't change his expression and asked calmly: "How was this place formed?"
Liu Anbang was stunned, "Don't you know about the famous 'Binhai Tribe Fight' in history?"
"I've heard of it." Ye Fan nodded slightly.
"Binhai Tribe Fight" is a legendary story about many martial tribes in Binhai.
According to legend, hundreds of years ago, the ancestors of the Binhai Martial Clan set up a set of cruel elimination systems in order to train their own children.
Only the most elite disciples can obtain the best martial arts resources.
And the only place where the talents and learning of the major martial clan children can be demonstrated is the "clan fighting" field!
The "Binhai Clan Fight" at that time was divided into martial fights and civil fights.
Through healthy competition, the survival of the fittest, and the selected talents, they continue to continue the glory of Binhai Martial Arts.
Later, due to foreign invasion, the Binhai martial arts tribe suffered heavy losses, and many families suffered heavy casualties, so the "tribe fighting" was forced to stop.
Ye Fan has heard of this martial arts heritage and respects its cultural tradition very much.
However, it has now become a gimmick for Qingmen to gain a foothold in Binhai, and it has been transformed into this cruel and inhuman competition!
Ye Fan's face gradually turned cold, and there was a faint murderous intent in his eyes.
In the auditorium, 80% of the audience were not warriors. They must have paid a lot of money to come in.
Ye Fan couldn't tolerate the competition between warriors, and it was regarded as a drama for the nobles to watch!
This is a trample on the dignity of warriors and an insult to all warriors!
Liu Anbang didn't seem to notice the change in Ye Fan's mood and showed off to himself.
"You brat, our Qingmen has continued Binhai's martial arts tradition. This 'fighting arena' has been established for fifty years, and now it has become the most exciting killing field in the world, even comparable to the Colosseum in ancient Rome!
If you perform well today, you might be lucky enough to reach the 'intermediate' level and save your life. Hey, don't die too early, otherwise it will be too easy for you!"
Liu Anbang kept sneering in a sinister manner, as if in his heart, he had already sentenced Ye Fan to death.
As we continue to deepen, there are more and more "special" compartments, and there are even large red compartments with "top" brand names.
A large compartment of this level covers an area of more than 50 square meters, and is fully furnished, and even has a relaxing bathtub and massage bed.
Suddenly, Ye Fan stopped and stood in front of a black branded cubicle.
This compartment is the highest level, and the name tag clearly says "Lu Shengyan".
Lu Shengyan, Mr. Lu!
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, "I didn't expect that Mr. Lu also came out of the martial arts arena."
"This is natural." Liu Anbang said in a deep voice.
"Every generation of Qingmen disciples will go to the martial arts arena to practice, but in the past twenty years, only Mr. Lu has reached the top of the life and death list!"
Liu Anbang's breathing was a little rapid, and his face was full of awe.
"Are there any rules at Qingmen Martial Arts Arena?" Ye Fan ignored Liu Anbang's expression and asked in a low voice.
"Isn't this nonsense? All personnel in the martial arts arena must strictly abide by the rules of the life and death list challenge. Otherwise, they are contemptuous of the authority of Binhai Martial Arts and will receive the most severe punishment!"
Liu Anbang looked at Ye Fan as if he was looking at an idiot.
Ye Fan smiled coldly: "Can Qingmen represent the entire Binhai martial arts family?"
"...Of course." Liu Anbang hesitated for a few seconds and replied in a deep voice.
"Okay." Ye Fan showed no expression and raised his finger: "If I want to challenge Lu Shengyan, what conditions are required?"
"Huh?" Master Liu Anbang was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"You brat, are you crazy? You haven't even reached the intermediate level yet, yet you still dare to try to challenge the top of the life and death list?"
"Isn't it possible?" Ye Fan asked.
"It's okay, but you must first pass the special level of the life and death list. Only by winning ten games in a row can you be qualified to challenge the top ten on the life and death list!"
Liu Anbang smiled disdainfully: "It's just that for you, the high-end city will be an indelible nightmare!"
"I see."
Ye Fan nodded, ignored Liu Anbang and walked forward.
Suddenly, he turned around and smiled softly: "I have decided on your life."
"What?"
Liu Anbang was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning of Ye Fan's words.
The two of them came to a large centralized compartment with an area of more than 300 square meters, and the three walls inside were all simple lockers.
More than a hundred strong men were sitting on the bench in front of the lockers. When they saw someone coming in, they all looked over.
Liu Anbang asked someone to open the iron railing door and threw a wardrobe key to Ye Fan.
"You brat, hurry in! You'll be out in about half an hour, so cherish this last moment!"
Liu Anbang snorted disdainfully, then locked the fence door and walked swaggering towards the other end of the corridor.
Ye Fan was calm and walked toward his locker with his hands behind his back.
The eyes of more than a hundred contestants around him were all focused on Ye Fan, with different expressions.
Doubt, regret, teasing, indifference, and provocation are just some of them.
These people sell their dignity and body in order to please the rich.
Qingmen's martial arts arena is divided into bloodthirsty fights and life-and-death fights.
Although death is easy to occur in a bloodthirsty fight, it is not as decisive as a life-and-death fight.
When rich people come to the fighting arena, what they value is excitement. As long as the process is bloody and violent enough, it doesn't matter to them whether they die or not.
Besides, life-and-death battles don't happen every day. If they really were like this, then Qingmen's martial arts arena wouldn't be able to last for so long.
Only under special circumstances will life and death battles be held in the martial arts arena.
For example, today's life and death battle between Ye Fan!
Ye Fan walked across two rows of benches, ignoring the gazes of the people around him.
"Hey, newcomer!"
A strong Western man stood up from his chair and blocked Ye Fan's way.
He crossed his arms and looked at Ye Fan, with a playful smile on his face.
"Tsk, tsk, little brother, you are here to participate in the martial arts arena with your delicate skin and tender flesh. Do you have a masochistic tendency? Why don't you let me take care of you first?"
"Hahaha……"
The people next to him suddenly burst into laughter.
Ye Fan had no expression on his face. He sidestepped the strong man and went straight to his locker.
The strong Western man was stunned for a moment and suddenly became angry: "You brat, I'm talking to you!"
"In China, it's best to speak Chinese. Western bird language won't work here." Ye Fan hummed softly.
The strong Western man could understand some Chinese, but Ye Fan spoke so fast that he couldn't react immediately.
Someone was translating for him next to him, and the strong Western man suddenly became furious and ran towards Ye Fan with long strides.
"You brat, you dare to talk to me like this, are you tired of living?" The strong Western man punched Ye Fan, and the strong wind blew up the corners of Ye Fan's clothes.
This punch is so powerful and heavy that if an ordinary person were to receive it, it would inevitably cause damage to the muscles and bones.
But Ye Fan took his time, took two steps forward, kept moving forward, and narrowly avoided the fist of the strong Western man.