After passing through several dark passages, Yingtian and the others boarded the elevator. The spacious elevator car descended slowly for a while before slowly stopping.

Yanguo had records of introducing elevators decades ago, but in the land of Guozhou, elevators were still a rare thing, and there were very few buildings equipped with elevators.

As soon as he walked out of the elevator door, Yingtian saw a large underground square, which was almost the same size as most of a football field. In the middle of the square was a square arena over one meter high, with a dense crowd of people sitting around the arena.

At this time, the underground square was full of lights and bright lights. After walking around the bustling square for a short half circle, the three Yingtian people sat down in a box called "Heming Jiugao".

Many of the boxes in the boxing ring are rented for a long time by wealthy people at large prices for watching fights and gambling. The same is true for "Heming Jiugao", which is a box rented by the Liang family for a long time.

As soon as we sat down, the young and beautiful waitress brought us sweet wine and fruits.

Liang Cheng took a sip of red wine and said slowly: "Yingtian, the competition will start in a moment. You should observe carefully first, and then you can participate in the later competitions."

At this time, the surrounding lights dimmed, and several dazzling bright lights diagonally above the square shone directly into the center of the ring. The noise of the people quickly disappeared. A fat middle-aged man held a microphone and loudly introduced the names of the contestants participating in the competition.

and their past achievements.

"The game begins!" In the host's energetic roar, two young men covered in tendons stood on the ring like two iron towers.

The players in the ring do not wear gloves, there is no referee, there is no break during the game, and there is no doctor waiting by the side. The game is actually a fight, and the fight ends at the last moment by knocking the opponent out of the ring or killing the opponent.

The two people on the ring were like wild beasts in a cage, fighting desperately and bleeding on the spot. In a short time, the two people fought with fists and kicks for more than ten rounds.

The long-haired young man is an all-rounder, with a balanced attack and defense, a steady attack, and a measured advance and retreat. The bald-headed young man is powerful and explosive, and his combination punches are fierce and fast.

At this time, the bald young man pushed his right foot on the ground, rotated his waist violently counterclockwise, bent his left foot into a lunge, and punched forward with his side arm. The long-haired young man tilted his head and body at the moment when the opponent's straight right punch hit him.

He dodged over, then used his waist and legs to exert force, and struck the bald young man in the face with a "bump!" punch.

Amidst the uproar of "Boom!" from the audience, the bald young man spurted a cloud of blood from his mouth, staggered back a few steps, and fell straight down. The long-haired young man jumped up, trying to take advantage of the victory and pursue the opponent to death.

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At this critical moment, a big hand reached into the edge of the ring and pulled the bald young man out.

At this moment, the audience was stunned for an instant. Then, cheers, curses and whistles erupted like a torrent.

Finally, the host loudly announced that the final winner was the long-haired young man.

Liang Cheng looked calm and said disapprovingly: "This kind of situation happens from time to time. It is his good fortune that the player can save his life."

"Isn't it against the rules?" Yingtian was a little surprised and felt lucky for the bald young man.

Liang Cheng chuckled and said: "There are not so many rules here. If you are pulled out, you are leaving the ring. If you take the initiative to escape, you will be beaten or suppressed out of the ring. However, no one can go to the ring to save others."

This kind of fierce fighting is really a matter of life and death, in the blink of an eye! After watching a game, Yingtian was filled with emotion.

Then there were several heavyweight boxing matches, in which desperadoes who knew boxing and kicking skills were fighting to the death. There were life and death, and the situations were different. Yingtian could see that these people were not real warriors.

, they come here to fight, not for money, but for hatred.

When the spotlight illuminated the arena again, the middle-aged man hosting the competition stood up again and loudly announced that the competition between the warriors was about to begin. The audience in the arena burst into noise, and the highlight was finally here!

At this time, Liang Cheng's expression became rich. He calmed down, looked at Yingtian and said: "The fifth game we have arranged for you, kill if you can, no worries. If you can't beat... you can run away.

It’s okay if you fall off, as long as you can get out of the ring, you’ll be fine.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Chengcheng took out an ordinary iron sword and a painted face mask from the package brought by Ah Sheng, both of which Yingtian had asked him to prepare before.

In the martial arts world of Aqua Blue Star, wearing a mask is a relatively normal thing.

Warriors wear masks, some don't want to expose themselves, some use it as a deterrent, and some, like the lone swordsman who doesn't want to be disturbed, choose to use masks, masks, etc. to cover their true appearance.

At this time, Yingtian took over the iron sword and mask, lowered his head and thought silently. He didn't want people to know that he was here to fight black boxing, and he didn't want to reveal his strength soon. In this case, just adapt to the situation, as long as he can win.

Enough is enough, which is Yingtian's decision at this time, and it is also the degree that he needs to grasp. What's more, there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, so he has to be careful.

On the ring, two young warriors of the fourth level of body tempering in their twenties were facing each other. Neither of them used weapons, but they were fighting with fists and kicks.

The life and death contest between martial artists with bare hands cannot be compared with ordinary boxers and martial arts routine performances in terms of speed and strength, let alone the use of weapons.

After ordinary people practice martial arts, they can be called warriors only if they can temper their bodies. People who cannot temper their bodies have essential differences from martial artists in their flesh, flesh, bones, acupoints, meridians, etc. Therefore, no matter how many martial arts routines ordinary people have, no matter how strong their boxing skills are.

It cannot be compared with a warrior.

It is rare to encounter warriors who can leapfrog challenges in this kind of underground black market boxing arena, because those geniuses don’t bother to come to such a place to fight. Geniuses are a treasure, and their families, sects and martial arts schools all support them. They have no shortage of resources.

Short of money.

Just like the Lei Ba Martial Arts Gym, the Zhen Gym martial arts "Six Yang Palm" can be passed on to Tang Shaoliang because he is better than ordinary martial artists and can be considered a genius.

At this time, Yingtian asked some questions while watching the game. Liang Cheng answered less, and more often Ah Sheng was acting as the commentator. At certain key points, Liang Cheng glared at Ah Sheng with an imperceptible look.

Ah Sheng reluctantly changed the topic and muddled through the conversation.

Yingtian didn't care about Liang Cheng's attitude. Even so, he still understood a lot.

For example, almost all those who compete here are body-tempered and innate warriors. There should be grandmasters participating in the black market boxing gyms in the provincial capital or the capital, but great masters rarely come to fight black boxing.

Individual geniuses or master warriors often come to the black market boxing ring to resolve their karmic grudges for revenge and duel. This is because killing people here is not subject to the laws of the Yan Kingdom, and some troubles are avoided.

Yingtian also learned that because the grand master does not participate in black boxing, the black market boxing field here is divided into first-level and second-level competitions according to the master's mid-to-late and mid-to-early fights; correspondingly, the innate skills are divided into three and four levels.

, the body tempering is level five or six; the boxer competition for non-warriors is level seven.

The weird thing is that there are eight-level competitions in black market boxing stadiums, which are set up for ordinary people who don’t know the boxing routines. However, spectators rarely encounter players participating in eight-level competitions, and they have no interest in it---

Ghosts like to watch street gangsters stalking each other.

As the third game ended, Liang Cheng turned to remind Yingtian: "It's your turn." Yingtian nodded silently, put on his mask, and walked out of the private room with his iron sword in hand.

When Liang Cheng saw Yingtian playing "He Ming Jiu Gao", he immediately showed excitement. He stood up and urged Ah Sheng anxiously: "Quick, go and bet! Bet all on Yingtian!"
Chapter completed!