"When I go on stage to play a game later, go and buy me two bottles of Qi and blood supplements," Chen Xing said.
"Hey, are you rich?"
Chen Xing thought for a moment and realized that the two classmates who had donated money were indeed rich.
The hard-earned money that he has to fight for nearly a year to earn is probably just monthly pocket money for them.
It would be great if there were kind-hearted people like this every day...
Unfortunately it's not possible.
"I just happened to meet two kind-hearted people." Chen Xing's lips curved.
Of course, Chen Xing knew that this was only a small probability event. The White Crane Fist he learned happened to be the same as the one Wu Qingzi learned, and his level of boxing was higher than hers. Only because he was thick-skinned was he able to earn this windfall.
The arena competition shown on TV has reached an intense level.
The two boxers fighting are both at the fourth level of martial arts cultivation. This level of cultivation is actually not very high. Many adults generally have the strength of the third and fourth levels. However, the martial arts cultivation level does not equal full combat effectiveness.
For example, before the rise of martial arts, it was not difficult for professional boxers or special forces soldiers who had experienced battlefield fighting to beat several adults.
Even at the same level, there is a big gap in combat effectiveness based on differences in fighting experience, courage, and individual qualities.
The two boxers in the ring were punching each other hard and hitting each other's vital parts.
Apart from not using weapons, there are no other rules in Hailehui's underground boxing matches.
Bang!
The sound of fists hitting the temples was heard from the TV screen.
The big man who was hit in the temple flew two meters and fell to the ground.
"This is the third game, and it will be your turn after two games. Give me the money later, and I will buy it for you. I feel like my agent is like your errand boy."
Scorpion complained beside him.
Then the fourth boxing match in the ring ended.
Chen Xing is also preparing to enter.
At the same time, in the much more upscale lounge on the other side.
On the cowhide sofa, a man with a cigar in his mouth and a burgundy suit wearing a burgundy suit said lazily.
"How are you preparing?"
"Don't worry, boss, he's ready. He was spared his life last time, but he won't be able to do it this time." Standing in front of the sofa was a man in a suit wearing a suit with his hair combed back meticulously.
The man sitting on the sofa puffed away, "You can handle it as you see who he is fighting with today."
The man in a suit in front of the sofa turned and waved to the young man in the corner. "Come here."
The rough-skinned young man was submissive and seemed to be afraid of the man in the suit as he walked over slowly.
"Go faster!"
The man in the suit's face darkened and he scolded.
The young man's body trembled and his speed became a little faster.
"Hey, don't be so cruel to the little guy."
The man in a burgundy suit on the sofa smiled and narrowed his eyes, smiling like a tiger looking at food.
He waved gently to the young man, "Come here."
The young man knew that this was the boss's boss, so he stepped forward cautiously, for fear of offending the man. Although the man was smiling at him, for some reason, he was afraid when he saw the smile.
"Do you know how to fight later?" The man in the burgundy suit put down the cigar in his hand, opened his eyes somewhat sickly, and said softly.
"I know... I know, the boss told me."
"Oh? How did Xiao Cui tell you?"
"He asked me to show weakness first, to make the other party relax his guard, and then suddenly beat him to death. As long as he could kill him, he would give my sister a sum of money and let her go."
"Hahahahahaha." The man in the burgundy suit laughed when he heard this, and the boy also laughed in apology.
Suddenly, the man in the burgundy suit stopped laughing, and the smile on the young man's face froze.
"That's right, beat him to death."
"The game is about to start, boss, I will take him there first." The man in suit standing in front of the sofa said respectfully.
"Yeah." Watching the two people leave, the man in a burgundy suit turned to look at the large floor-to-ceiling glass on the side. Through this single-sided see-through glass mirror, he could overlook the underground boxing ring from above.
Today's incident was just a small piece of fun, and he was too lazy to specifically target it, but since it was here, he would just kill it easily.
Just in time to relieve my boredom, something happened to me a few days ago.
Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door.
The man in the burgundy suit frowned. He is an elegant person and what he dislikes most is doing things carelessly.
"Come in."
The door opened, and a subordinate ran in, panting and saying: "Mr. Ji, I heard that a big shot on the top list of the S.D. Ultimate Competition is here."
...
"Let us invite two new boxers. They are our old friend, the monkey-headed man with 19 wins and 1 loss, and the talented martial arts boy from Baimu Country, the rookie in the boxing ring for this ring competition, Koshi Kino!"
Chen Xing closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Even though he had heard this nickname many times, he couldn't help but want to punch someone every time he heard it.
The monkey-faced man was called the monkey-faced man because he tried to avoid revealing his identity by wearing a monkey mask.
If I were wearing a pig-headed mask, wouldn't I be called a pig-headed man?
Fortunately, when I was buying masks, the monkey mask was cheaper than the pig head mask.
"Hit it hard! Come on!"
"Kill him!"
"Ho ho ho~"
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh from me working being here.”
Passing through the corridor, noisy and noisy sounds rolled in like heat waves.
In the auditorium, most of the spectators wearing masks were hidden in the darkness, just like the Colosseum, with spectators roaring at the top of their lungs in the circular staircase auditorium on both sides.
During the day, they may be polite white-collar employees at work, gentle teachers, or familiar friends in life.
Here at night, they put on masks and unleash their beastly side.
The real and bloody fighting in the ring stimulates their hormones,
Above the arena, blood-red lights shone on the arena.
Chen Xing saw his opponent. The muscles in his legs were abnormally bulging. Compared to his upper body, his lower body was particularly strong.
There is still a youthful look on his face, and it can be seen that this is probably his first time participating in this kind of underground competition.
It was also pitiful that he was caught by human traffickers, injected with drugs and forced to play games.
Chen Xing secretly sighed, forget it, I won't kill him later, just knock him down.
Once on the ring, the referee simply announced the rules, "When one party falls to the ground and loses fighting ability, the fight is deemed to be over."
Koshikino stepped onto the ring and struck a strange pose.
Lean your body forward, shift your center of gravity downward, separate your left and right legs, and stand on tiptoes.
The left and right arms are raised, with white cloth wrapped around the wrists.
What kind of martial arts school is this? This is the first time I have seen it.
Yuikino jumped on his toes, swayed from side to side and gradually came closer, holding his hands empty and making various confusing movements.
The next moment, the soles of his feet tightened, and Koshikino suddenly grabbed the ground with the toes of his right foot. Using the cross as an axis, he rotated 180 degrees and turned his left leg into a long whip.
This kick turned into an afterimage and was extremely fast.
Chen Xing originally just wanted to retreat, but he found that the speed of this kick seemed a bit abnormally fast.
Chen Xing made a confused move, and at the same time borrowed the White Crane Fist move to move backward and quickly avoid the attack range of this kick.
The kick missed, Koshikino frowned and continued to use the previous moves to get closer.
Chen Xing saw some clues. This routine should be to use this strange pace to get closer, and then use an instant burst of leg whip to attack the enemy within the attack range.
Koshikino continued to approach, suddenly jumped up, and punched Chen Xing's temple with his right leg.
Chen Xing swayed his body and avoided the direction of the most lethal leg. He pointed his palms together like a knife and punched out with a white crane jab, hitting Koshigino's calf muscles.
Koshino quickly backed away, staggering back several steps, staggering on his right leg and almost losing his balance.
He looked down at his right leg. The muscles where he was hit were dented inward and twisted inward in a spiral, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.
"Hiss..." Koshino took a deep breath.
He tried to stand up, but the blow and twisted muscles caused him tremendous pain.
As soon as he was halfway up, the pain caused him to fall to the ground again.
Sitting on the ground.
Chen Xing looked at the referee and said, "It's over."
"Wait, I didn't admit defeat."
Koshikino shouted in the unauthentic language of Stargazing Country.
He stood up little by little, with sweat all over his face and gritted teeth.
Chen Xing admired the opponent's toughness, so Chen Xing pointed his toes, rushed forward, clenched his left hand into a fist, and crossed the river with a white crane!
Afterimages flashed by,
Koshigino's chest was dented, he flew backwards and hit the side rope, bounced back and fell to the ground.
Chen Xing spared his hand and only broke his ribs. Otherwise, if the punch was punched with full force, it could directly penetrate the chest and break the internal organs.
Koshikino lost his fighting ability and fainted.
The referee declared the fight over.
Most of the spectators on the sidelines were cheering, because Chen Xing is a stargazing Chinese, and when playing against foreign players, he naturally supports local players.
A small number of people who complained were also because they bought off-road bikes and motorcycles.
Because this is the first time for Yukino to compete and he is a player from a small country, the odds are relatively high.
In the private room upstairs, at some point the man in a burgundy suit standing in front of the one-way glass crushed the glass in his hand and looked deeply at Chen Xing, who was on the ring below with his right hand raised high by the referee. At least.
The fifth level of boxing? Remember, this little guy seems to be only sixteen years old.