Death fighting matches are an underground cemetery where the rich play with their lives and the fighters squander their lives...!
Different from the vibrant life of thousands of miles of pastures on the ground, the underground fighting arena is one of the bloodiest and darkest areas in the entire northern ZG and even Southeast Asia. On both sides of the staircase passage from top to bottom, there are hanging "heroes" from the past and today.
The photos, as well as a large number of bloody, violent and gorgeous and shocking images, create a different kind of passion and blood under the illumination of red light bulbs.
As you go down the stairs, your mood gradually changes from calmness to passion!
Di Cheng's arrival was quickly noticed, and a large number of staff members quickly put down their work and crowded in to welcome him in. Di Cheng didn't like this feeling of being swarmed in front of him, but he didn't express it.
Passing through this "Road of Glory" and entering the underground space, this is a three-story wide hall as wide as a football field. Although it is a bloody stadium, the structure is still extremely luxurious, with glazed walls, crystal lanterns, and magnificent
The aristocratic decoration is full of grandeur and luxury, just like a modern palace. In the middle of the hall, which is the center of the arena, stands a large arena one meter high and ten meters long.
The stands around the hall are divided into two floors. The first floor is a circle of large and comfortable leather sofas and chairs. There is a marble table in front of each sofa. Fruit plates and drinks are all available. There are no less than 500 seats, surrounded by bikini beauties.
All around, just follow your orders. This is one of the top competition venues in Southeast Asia. Everyone who comes here is a wealthy person. Although they appreciate the competition, they pay more attention to enjoyment.
The stands on the second floor are composed of thirty luxurious boxes, each with a luxurious layout that surpasses the presidential suite. The projection of the battle situation in the arena below is projected onto a three-meter-long large mirror in front of the box, which maximizes the visibility of the battle situation and bloodshed below.
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Of course, everyone who can enter is a heroic figure.
When Di Cheng entered the arena surrounded by ten staff members, everyone's eyes were drawn to him like a magnet. There was enthusiasm, excitement, admiration, but also coldness and hatred.
"Dicheng... fights life and death, he is calm and composed. What I like most is his calmness." In the luxurious box, an old man with gray hair made no secret of his admiration.
"I just don't know what kind of environment can create a person like him. I have put a lot of effort into his life experience, and I am still investigating, but the information before he entered Inner Mongolia is almost blank, and has no useful value at all." The seat next to him said.
The clear-faced middle-aged man above said loudly.
The old man smiled softly: "There are only two results. Either this person has a profound background, or he has no past. I am more inclined to the latter. I looked up the games he played when he first came to the fighting arena. Although he was remarkable and had good fighting ability,
But it is far from being as scary as it is now. He is growing, growing at an astonishing speed. This is another aspect that I appreciate about him."
"Let's take a good look. If he can survive today, I really hope he can join us."
At the same time, all kinds of whispers and conversations were heard in the luxury box on the second floor. More than half of the people intended to take Di Cheng under their command, while the other part hoped that he would die tragically today!
"You guys go and do your work. I will appear on my own then." After finding a seat in the corner and sitting down, Di Cheng motioned to the staff to step back, looking through the crowd who glanced at him from time to time, and fixed his gaze on the central arena.
Bang bang bang!!
The dull sound of gun impact echoed through the ring. The majestic black man like an iron tower shook his large fist and struck hard. The wind roared like hammers hitting each other crazily. The ring in the middle of the step "buzzed" and trembled.
The momentum was really like that of a furious black bear venting its anger, which made people's hearts tremble. No one in the audience doubted that if such a force hit them, it would definitely not be as "comfortable" as a car accident!
But in the face of such a violent impact, although the man in front of him retreated, he did not panic at all. He flipped his arms and blocked all the roaring fists. His limbs were not damaged, but the black man's fists were dripping with blood.
The contrast of the situation brings quite a visual impact.
Zang Kun! A strong player with 99 consecutive victories in the death fighting arena, a little king who is about to stabilize his 100-game winning streak! Apart from Di Cheng, he is the strongest representative of the new generation in the northern ZG fighting arena!
As if aware of Di Cheng's gaze, Zang Kun glanced in his direction, then extended his middle finger in a provocative move.
"Be careful!" How can one be distracted in the battlefield of life and death? Zang Kun's negligence immediately caused the audience to exclaim, and everyone's attention was once again returned to the arena by Di Cheng.
Bang! The whistling iron fist hit Zang Kun's lower abdomen hard. The huge impact caused his straight body to arch suddenly, and the severe pain made his face turn pale.
Roar! The big black man roared dully, and threw an uppercut with all his strength, directly hitting Zang Kun's chin. If he was hit by it, not only would his jaw be shattered in an instant, but his brain would also be shattered into paste by the force.
Whoosh! At the critical moment, Zang Kun raised his head with all his strength, his fist as big as a bowl wiping the tip of his nose and roaring into the sky.
The opportunity was rare, how could the big black man let it go? He missed with his right fist and followed up with his left fist again. This time the target was aimed at Zang Kun's chest. He wanted to win with one blow! As a strong man who had won 27 consecutive games, he was very confident about his own strength.
He is extremely proud of his punching speed.
However... He was strong, and Zang Kun, who was about to ascend to the throne of Little Heavenly King of Hundred Battles, was even better. His body spun and he passed by the iron fist again, and quickly retreated, landing at the edge of the ring.
Looking at Di Cheng again, Zang Kun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and immediately let out a sharp roar. His majestic but not bloated body suddenly stepped forward, and his body that was ready to go shot diagonally into the air, twisted 180 degrees gorgeously, and stepped into the air.
After passing a distance of three meters, his thick right leg swept out from the most tricky angle. The timing and heat were perfectly controlled, leaving no room for attack or buffer for the big black man.
The face of the big black man changed slightly. The name of Zang Kun with his iron legs was powerful in the underground fighting world. Too many strong fighters died under the attacks of these iron legs. Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, the big man could only choose to let go.
Cross your wrists, clenched your fists, and actively face the powerful iron legs that bring strong wind.
Bang! Suddenly, a dull impact sounded in everyone's ears, but which one was stronger and which one was weaker was also clearly visible.
The big black man was frivolous in his lower body and was knocked back five steps by the huge force.
"good!"
A large number of young people cheered loudly, applauded and whistled, and the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became lively. The beautiful eyes of many female family members and waitresses shone brightly, and their eyes were fixed on the whirling body.
Maybe it was the big black man's heavy punch that angered him, or maybe it was to demonstrate to Di Cheng, Zang Kun's attack suddenly started, and when he landed, he took advantage of the opponent's retreat and hit him with another powerful roundhouse kick.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the big black man bared his teeth and continued to block with both fists, but this time he took five steps back, and his burly body hit the extremely elastic rubber rope at the edge of the ring. He used the rebound force to escape as hard as he could.
But Zang Kun is unyielding when he is in power. His legs seem to contain infinite power and cannot be vented. His sharp legs are like a violent storm, and he does not skimp on physical strength at all. His legs have to kick iron pillars for three hours every day and carry a heavy weight of 300 kilograms.
You have to squat 600 times. The legs with muscles as hard as stone are powerful. The "iron legs" are not just for nothing. They are built with sweat drop by drop.
The big black man was in a state of panic. Faced with Zang Kun's sudden madness, he could only defend passively. Although he once tried to resist his legs with fists, his wrists were bent in the end and he was completely disabled.
After a hundred consecutive iron leg bombardments, the big black man was at the end of his rope and lost all his initiative. It was only at this moment that he truly understood the gap between himself and his opponent, and also understood that Zang Kun did not even show 30% of his strength in the first half of the game.
"Roar!"
A loud roar shook the whole place, and the table shook violently. Zang Kun, who became more and more courageous as he fought, stood up, flipped in the air, and drew a majestic arc with his right leg with all his strength, and then slashed down with the force of Mount Tai. There was no way to retreat.
The big man gritted his teeth and raised his bloody arm to block. In an instant, a huge force surged forward. Click! Two trembling crosses were supported in the air, and the already weak arms were broken. Zang Kun's iron leg slashed down without any trace.
He stopped and continued to unleash his devastating power, smashing the big man's shoulder blades into pieces and knocking him to the ground.
Using the left foot as the pivot, he twists neatly, sweeps out his right leg, and performs a beautiful sweeping kick, from volleying to a spinning body kick, all in one go. The bloody and domineering move brings a pleasing visual impact.
"Okay!" Many rich people stood up and shouted loudly, with extremely excited expressions.
Of course, it's not that they "respect and love" Zang Kun, but they spent a lot of money on him. They were naturally excited when Zang Kun won!
Zang Kun's expression remained unchanged, as if defeating the big black man was insignificant. He grabbed the big man's neck and thighs with both hands, and regardless of his hard struggle, he slowly lifted them up to shoulder height.
Desperation appeared in the eyes of the big black man, and he struggled and writhed with his last strength. His wails were sharp and desolate, but Zang Kun clasped his hands tightly like iron claws and stared at Di Cheng.
Di Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him calmly. Yang Jing crossed his legs, slowly stretched out his thumb, turned it over, and then gave it a sharp downward motion, his eyes slowly filled with contempt.
"Dicheng, you dare to accept the challenge!" Suddenly, Zang Kun's eyes were red, and a thunderous roar swept across the audience. At the same time, he grabbed the black man and pressed down hard, pushing his right leg and knee up with all his strength.
Click! The black bear-like body folded in response, adding a touch of blood and ferocity to the rolling thunder.
Everyone's spirits were lifted, and their luminous eyes turned to the corner of the arena, focusing on the leisurely figure. The entire arena was silent, heat waves rolled in their hearts, and suppressed enthusiasm filled the entire death fighting arena in silence!
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