According to Pavez's memory, Zhuang Wuming found a small black boxing place this time.
He came to this bar called Yezi, saw two strong men at the door, lowered his head and entered the bar.
There are many people in the bar, most of them are young people, almost all students from the academy planet.
Zhuang Wuming walked straight to the bar. There was a fashionably dressed old man wearing a round-brimmed hat, smoking a pipe, and looking leisurely in the direction of the dance floor.
There was a young girl twisting her body, her enchanting figure attracting countless gazes.
Zhuang Wuming sat on the bar and looked at the old man, "Old Jack, I want to go on stage."
The old man had one eye. He turned his head, looked at Zhuang Wuming, and said in surprise, "Are you short of money? Boy, I'm afraid your small body can't support it."
"You have a promising career, but being on stage is not suitable for you."
Zhuang Wuming looked helpless, "I can't help it, I need some money. As for my strength, you can rest assured."
As he spoke, Zhuang Wuming picked up a glass cup and squeezed it lightly with his right hand, causing the cup to shatter with a clicking sound.
Old Jack's pupils shrank, and he could crush this tempered glass-like wine glass purely with the strength of his body.
The grip strength was close to one ton, and his eyes changed slightly when he looked at Zhuang Wuming.
He has seen the world. In this world, unless it reaches 6 stars or above, ordinary people's bodies have limits no matter how strong they are, and it is impossible to break through the innate limitations.
Zhuang Wuming's skills have surpassed most of the most elite soldiers he knows, even the Transformers are only at this level.
"I'm afraid, boy Weiss, you really hide your secrets."
Looking at Zhuang Wuming meaningfully, Zhuang Wuming smiled slightly, "People always have secrets, right?"
"Come with me."
Zhuang Wuming followed Old Jack out of the bar and walked towards the back of the bar.
After passing through the noisy crowd and the dance floor, they came to a secret door guarded by two big men.
Opening the door, a loud roar sounded.
"Kill him, beat him to death."
"Come on, I bet big. If you lose, I'll kill you."
"Quick, come on, give me another punch."
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The smell of blood hit his face, and Zhuang Wuming saw hundreds of people gathered in a circle, watching the black boxing match in the center.
Two figures were fighting in the cage, wearing biological armor, punching to the flesh. From time to time, you could see a scar on the biological armor, and a stream of blood flowing out.
But soon the biological armor will grow out to make up for the wounds, and the battle between the two will not stop.
Although the biological armor at 1-star is just purely biological cells, it also has a powerful ability to repair wounds.
At least until the biological armor system completely collapses or the energy is exhausted, the wearer's self-healing ability will be increased.
It was a close fight, but the winner was decided in the end.
The man wearing the black biological armor was punched in the head and fell to the ground dead on the spot.
There were cheers and lamentations in the underground boxing ring.
Those who cheered because they won the game, and those who lamented obviously lost.
Old Jack glanced at Zhuang Wuming, "Now you can think about it, this boxing match is very dangerous."
Zhuang Wuming smiled calmly, "I know, so make arrangements, old Jack."
Seeing that he was determined, Old Jack stopped talking nonsense and took Zhuang Wuming to a dressing room.
"You are a one-star biological armor. The appearance fee is 10,000 star coins. As long as you survive, it is yours."
"What code name do you want?"
Zhuang Wuming thought for a moment and said, "The God of Death."
Old Jack nodded, "Okay."
"Just wait here and I'll arrange for you to play."
Watching Old Jack leave, Zhuang Wuming took out the prototype of the biological armor from his back pocket.
He stretched out his hand to grab it, and with a thought, it quickly melted and covered every part of Zhuang Wuming's body.
He took out ten thousand star coins from his pocket, which was his scholarship this year.
Five minutes later, Old Jack walked in, looked at Zhuang Wuming and said, "Let's go, the arrangements have been made."
"By the way, old Jack, I want to place a bet."
Old Jack was stunned, looked at the 10,000 star coins in Zhuang Wuming's hand, and raised his eyebrows, "It seems you are really confident."
Zhuang Wuming smiled naturally.
"Okay, let's go and place your bet first."
Old Jack took Zhuang Wuming to the betting point and looked at his odds, 5:1.
Zhuang Wuming did not hesitate to place a bet on himself, and then Old Jack led him into the black boxing ring.
The arena is surrounded by an energy shield, sealing everything inside so that no attack can cause damage to the outside world.
After all, it is a confrontation between armored divisions. Their strength exceeds that of ordinary people. Any accident may cause casualties.
Black boxing is about seeking money, not causing trouble. This lowest level black boxing arena is specially prepared for safety.
Zhuang Wuming's opponent had already been standing in the ring. His biological armor was brown and covered with patterns, which looked like tiger patterns.
There was a roar outside, "Tiger, kill him."
"Kill him, beat him to death."
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It seemed that the man in front of me was very famous, and there were cheers for him all around.
He also enjoyed the cheers very much. Through the transparent chips in the eyes of the biological armor, Zhuang Wuming could see the contempt and teasing in his eyes.
He seemed to be thinking about how to kill Zhuang Wuming.
At this time, as the whistle sounded, Old Jack's voice echoed.
"There are no rules. If the opponent falls to the ground, it means failure. Now the game begins."
A commentator with a microphone outside the court seemed to want to heat up the atmosphere.
Just listen to his huge voice, "This game is today's newcomer Death, and the legendary master, the Tigers who have won eight consecutive victories."
"Guess who wins, the newcomer Death, or the tiger."
"Tiger, tiger."
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"Death, Death"
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Some of the roars were in support of the God of Death, and some of the Tigers.
Anyone who buys the banker name is just for a chance, and the odds of 5 to 1 are also very low in black boxing matches.
Once you win, you will make a lot of money. Basically, it is people who are almost in desperation and they make crazy bets.
Therefore, their roar was very loud, and although their number was small, they suppressed the tiger supporters.
Zhuang Wuming naturally didn't care about these, he focused on the fighter named Tiger in front of him.
He is two meters tall, more than twenty centimeters taller than Porvis.
He walked towards Zhuang Wuming step by step, and grabbed Zhuang Wuming with his futon-sized palms.
As soon as he made a move, Zhuang Wuming felt that this man had rich experience in actual combat. This was a fighting technique similar to grappling.
However, this technique is too simple in Zhuang Wuming's eyes. He is the person who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts techniques such as boxing, Qi and Tao. (To be continued)