activa-t Chapter 11 Idiot, are you going to kill me?
Chapter 11 Idiot, are you going to kill me?
Not long after.
After filling out the form, Wang Sheng sat down in the preparation area.
To be honest, this supervisor named Liu Kun was quite nice. Seeing that Wang Sheng was new to the area, he didn't schedule him for the first session, but instead put him in the last session for the non-entry group, so that Wang Sheng could experience the intensity first.
In that case, Wang Sheng would still have the opportunity to give up before stepping into the octagon.
Of course, Wang Sheng had no intention of giving up.
At this moment, sitting next to him were other contestants from the same group, each exuding an extremely terrifying aura.
It's not just the killing intent forged through the struggles of the arena, but also an unbelievably abundant vitality.
"Hiss, this feeling... It's not that they can't enter the realm, but rather it's like they've suppressed their Qi and Blood values to 0.99, just so they can be invincible in this realm. That's pretty shameless."
But it's understandable.
Most of these people are probably limited in talent. Even if they break through to the next level of martial arts, they won't achieve anything significant. It would be more practical for them to stay at their current level and make money in the underground boxing ring.
This tactic is the same as that of those fighters in my previous life who suppressed their own weight class and deliberately used their strength to fight against weaker opponents.
In other words, the actual combat power of these people is probably not something that ordinary people at the initial stage of the Bronze Bone Realm can match.
Great, that's exactly what I wanted to be crushed, it was worth the trip.
Wang Sheng trembled involuntarily.
This is not fear, but excitement!
"Young man, you look unfamiliar. Why are you shaking so much? Which show are you in?"
Suddenly, a burly man next to Wang Sheng spoke up. He was all muscle and looked to weigh at least 300 pounds.
"The last one."
Wang Sheng replied calmly.
"The last match? Hmm, so your opponent is that old devil Zhao Xu? The God of Slaughter Zhao Xu, with a career record of 47 wins and 31 losses, and an 84% kill rate. He's not top-tier in skill, but he likes to kill and stomp on weaker opponents. You..."
The burly man stopped talking.
Wang Sheng was also stunned when he heard this. Was Liu Kun deliberately arranging for someone to scare him, or did he really intend to kill him?
Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it. Whatever it is, it won't affect Wang Sheng's participation in the competition.
"Yes, thanks for reminding me."
Wang Sheng's tone showed no fear or emotional fluctuation.
He nodded to the burly man and then made no further comment.
Upon seeing this, the burly man was also taken aback, feeling that Wang Sheng possessed an inexplicable air of having seen through life and death, a state of mind that was definitely not something a child of this age should have.
If he hadn't participated in this underground boxing match, he probably would have achieved something great in the future. What a pity...
He said nothing more and turned to look at the field.
Inside the octagonal cage.
The clash of fists and flesh is exhilarating.
The spectators in the stands displayed all sorts of ugly behavior, roaring, screaming, and cheering for the bloody and barbaric scene before them.
They shed the pretense they wore in modern, peaceful society during the day, and unrestrainedly vented their darker side.
"Heavy gunners, fire on him! Turn him into mincemeat! Yeah, that's it!"
"Shi Li! I bet three thousand yuan on you, so give it your all! Fight back, fight back!"
Clearly, gambling is the main source of revenue for boxing rings, and some speculators, hoping to turn their fortunes around, look for high-odds fighters to turn the tide and win.
Unfortunately, there are no miracles when there is an absolute difference in strength, and the heavy hitter won the first match.
The loser, on the other hand, suffered broken arms and had to be carried off the field.
"Such powerful and fierce boxing techniques, completely different from what's taught in school."
After watching the game, Wang Sheng couldn't help but marvel.
Even if one is physically strong, it would be difficult to withstand such a powerful punch; one probably wouldn't last more than five moves.
While Wang Sheng could certainly hold his own against ordinary inbound students, the strength bred by the rules of underground boxing rings was far beyond what the flowers in schools could compare to.
"Interesting, this is making me even more excited."
The competition continued in full swing, and the following matches were also very exciting.
There are exhilarating, one-sided matches, as well as evenly matched games full of highlights.
This was most likely a deliberate arrangement by the Wild Ambition Fighting Arena to manipulate the emotions of the audience, making them feel like they were on a rollercoaster, unable to stop.
Soon, it was finally Wang Sheng's turn.
The burly man who had just spoken to them was the second to last to enter the arena. He was covered in blood and had just experienced a hard-fought victory. Now it was Wang Sheng's turn to enter the arena.
The two brushed past each other. The burly man wanted to say something, but could only manage a sigh.
In a typical boxing ring, someone should die in one night to create a spectacle, but so far, nothing has happened.
The official meaning of that ambition is already quite clear.
Unable to bear witnessing the horrific scene, the burly man could only shake his head and sigh before leaving the athletes' rest area.
at the same time.
Wang Sheng and Zhao Xu stood inside the octagonal cage, ready to go.
Before the host could even introduce the contestants, a familiar voice shouted from the audience:
"God of Slaughter, I'm your fan! Give that newbie a good beating!"
"Um?"
Wang Sheng looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was Yang Xin.
Wait, why is this kid here too?
Luckily, he wore a mask to conceal his identity, otherwise it would have been really difficult to deal with him.
At this moment, the host's voice rang out:
"The two players you see now, one is a familiar face, Zhao Xu, whom many viewers call the God of Slaughter. With a career record of 47 wins and 31 losses and a kill rate of 84%, he is truly a god of slaughter!"
"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh!"
Many spectators cheered.
"The other one is tonight's mysterious newcomer, with no career record, no information, and he doesn't even want to show his face. He only has one code name: Butcher."
When it came to introducing Wang Sheng, the audience lost interest.
Such "newcomers" are like consumables; there's no need to even remember their names.
"So, tonight, will it be the God of Slaughter wreaking havoc, or the Butcher defying the gods? Let's...wait and see!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the iron gate of the octagonal cage closed automatically.
There are no referees, no rules, only two people who must fight to the death inside the cage.
"Kid."
Zhao Xu pointed at Wang Sheng, his face clouded with gloom:
"Kneel down and kowtow to me three times now, and I promise I'll go easy on you later, at least I'll let you go back alive."
Wang Sheng remained calm, simply giving the middle finger:
"Idiot. Kill me?"
"What the hell?!"
Zhao Xu was furious; he had never seen such an arrogant newcomer before!
boom!
With his blood and qi surging, Zhao Xu unleashed his full potential in footwork, instantly reaching a speed of 16 m/s, far surpassing Wang Sheng's.
At extreme speed, his punches also reach their peak power; if they hit, anyone of the same level will surely die!
This attack was his ultimate weapon, with significant advantages, but also obvious weaknesses.
That is, in the case of a straight punch, as long as the opponent has a mental expectation in advance and is prepared to dodge, the offensive and defensive positions will change if the first strike misses.
But for those who don't know it, this is undoubtedly a killer move that can kill someone on first sight.
"Snap!"
This is the feeling of a fist piercing to the bone.
"puff--"
Blood and tissue fluid splattered everywhere; the blow seemed to have dented Wang Sheng's face.
The outcome is decided!
"boom!"
As Wang Sheng's body flew backward, Zhao Xu, the god of death with a blood-covered face, stood there grinning maliciously.