Early the next morning, three buses arrived.

The students who were divided into three departments got on the bus separately.

During the special training period, no personal belongings were allowed to be carried. Su Yue's car was quite empty.

Zhou Yuncan shed tears and bid farewell to Oyster. Oyster also chased the bus for a long distance, just like a scene of parting between life and death.

"It's been three months since I came back. It's not like I haven't seen you again."

Liao Ji looked out the window and curled his lips.

The attack bus also left.

"It turns out we weren't training in a deserted village, so why are we here? On vacation?"

Su Yue's car also started slowly.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Su Yue left all the silver needles in the safe and traveled lightly.

He always had a hunch that the next training would not be easy.

Dai Yuegui did not come with him. The teachers accompanying him were the same people who came back with Dai Yuegui a few days ago.

"My name is Sun Zhiwei, and I am your teacher in the defense department.

"At the same time, I am also the vice president of the Unlimited Fighting Club in Yuliang City, Wuyuan Province. I once created the club's first-level honorary championship with 98 consecutive victories."

Sun Zhiwei has a lean body and his eyes are always shining brightly.

Liao Ping's face was full of melancholy.

He originally wanted to escape the hard training, but he didn't expect that the teacher turned out to be a boxing coach.

This is terrible.

Other students were too shy and did not dare to express their anger.

"Teacher, are we going to another province to practice?"

Su Yue asked.

As far as he knew, death was allowed in this kind of fight club.

We won't let them go to the ring to die.

"Yes, the fighting atmosphere in Renqing Province is not high. Yuliang City is also known as the city of fighters. That city has the privilege of allowing fighters to die in the ring."

Sun Zhiwei smiled a little maliciously.

"Teacher, are we going to compete with desperadoes?"

A classmate's lips turned white.

"No, it's impossible. China's laws don't allow it. We are still under 18 years old."

Another classmate shook his head quickly.

"Haha, rules can be broken. There are many fighters who are under 18 on stage, but so far no one has survived for 3 minutes.

"As for you?

"You are not worthy of being on stage at all. Even if Su Yue has 19 cards of blood, he will die after he takes the stage.

"Fighters have theoretically killed people, but you students are as weak as tofu."

Sun Zhiwei shook his head.

"It's not about fighting...that's fine.

Liao Ping breathed a sigh of relief. He was most afraid of fighting.

“Have you ever heard of human sandbags?

"It's the kind of sparring where the boxers put on protective gear and provide punches.

"Calculated on an hourly basis, the compensation will be ten times if you are beaten to death."

Sun Zhiwei smiled even more horribly.

“Human sandbag?

"A teacher as kind-hearted, funny and charming as you will definitely not let us be used as human sandbags, right?"

One student swallowed hard.

Being used as a human body sandbag for those desperadoes is simply a joke.

If you are accidentally killed, no matter how much money you pay, you will not be able to enjoy it.

"I admit that I am kind-hearted, funny and charming, and I also congratulate you, you guessed it right.

"Your training in the first half of the year was mainly about being a human sandbag."

Sun Zhiwei nodded.

"As a human sandbag, you should get a lot of salary, right? How to calculate this money?"

Su Yue frowned.

His question hit the nail on the head.

"I will hand over this money directly to instructor Dai Yuegui, I have no right to dispose of it.

"Besides, you must know that after being beaten, everyone needs a lot of nourishing medicine to recover from the injuries.

"The money burned by your department may be two to three times that of the other two departments. In extreme cases, it can even reach five times."

Sun Zhiwei glanced at Su Yue, and what he said is to tell you: Don't be a good person even if you get the advantage.

"But isn't our funding allocated by the Education Bureau?"

Another classmate asked.

"Yes, so this year, everything you have belongs to the Education Bureau. Of course, the money you earn also belongs to the Education Bureau."

Sun Zhiwei deserves it.

"The Overlord Clause."

Liao Ping sighed.

"I tell you clearly that this training is very necessary.

"The aliens in the wet realm are not fools. While we are studying how to deal with them, they are also studying the weaknesses of human warriors.

"Being a living sandbag can further refine your awareness of fatal point defense.

"Take a rest, you will be very miserable in the next few months."

Sun Zhiwei was lying in the front row, taking a nap, while the other classmates were already planning to jump off the bus.

I have never eaten pork and I have seen pigs running away.

The fighting videos on the Internet are still gentle and do not dare to kill anyone, but even so, they look extremely scary.

Now let yourself be a sandbag for the murderer.

Isn't this life-threatening?

…

It is indeed a city of fighters.

From the moment the bus enters the city, you can see that the streets are full of various fighting elements.

Moreover, there are obviously more than ten times more private cars in this city than in Strata Rock.

The license plates come from all over China and are of various types.

In China, many Qi-blood warriors are first-class. They risk their lives and complete their military service, so they can start serious business.

These small entrepreneurs have been on the battlefield and witnessed bloodshed, but they are unwilling to take risks in the wetland again.

Coming to Fight Club to watch a fight or even place a bet is a kind of participation and memory.

Moreover, the fighters in the Fight Club are all first- and second-grade warriors who have failed to achieve their ambitions. Even though they are at similar levels, it is very immersive for rich people to watch these fighters fight.

Warriors of level three or above simply disdain competitions of this level.

There are also many ordinary people among these private car owners, but these ordinary people have extraordinary backgrounds. They usually have relatives who are powerful warriors.

Fight Club can be said to be the closest bloody carnival to ordinary people, so many family members of warriors are keen to watch it.

Most of the warriors who participated in the fight were of the first grade.

There were many reasons why they ended up... debt, bad habits, business failure.

There are also some people who spend money uncontrollably and need to make quick money.

There is almost no possibility for them to continue to break through, so there is no need to go to the wet battlefield to die. In the end, they can only choose this place.

Of course, there are also people who are not willing to settle for one product for life. They need a lot of money to find ways to continue to make breakthroughs.

Fighters are also called the scum among warriors and are looked down upon by most warriors.
To be continued...