"Haha, well said, this experience is extraordinary. Come here and watch the fist with me." Liang Ziheng laughed and waved to Liang Chen with appreciation, signaling him to come to him. At the same time, he sat back in the chair and continued to watch the fist leisurely.

Liang Chen did not speak, but stepped in front of him a few steps, standing there quietly watching the two people in the iron cage continue to fight with blood. At this moment, the battle of life and death in the iron cage was approaching the end, and the beast-like roar and blood were storming together. One of them had already pressed the other's arm, and it was broken with a "pop". At the same time, he punched the back of the boxer who was pressed to the ground, one punch, two punches, three punches... and it kept breaking the boxer's neck bone and leaning to the side, and then he sat in a pool of blood, panting and slumping there. It was so difficult to move.

"Have you ever seen such a boxing match?" Liang Ziheng sucked a cigar and spit out a scent of smoke. He did not turn around, but just looked at the two boxers who had died in the boxing ring and asked calmly.

"No, I just heard of it. I saw it for the first time today." Liang Chen replied calmly, without any fear or fear in his tone.

"Oh, tell me how you feel." Liang Ziheng turned his head with interest and looked at Liang Chen, and said with a smile.

"Cruel, bloody, violent, people in the iron cage share their lives, but they just want to win the cheers of those in power or rich people. From ancient beast fighting to today's fighters, when people from the same race become wild beasts and even have nothing to do with themselves, this is a distortion and perversion that comes from the original darkness in the heart. I don't know whether this so-called black boxing competition is a progress of civilization or a retreat." Liang Chen said his point of view without any concealment.

In an instant, countless eyes behind him stabbed like needles. Liang Chen knew that as long as Liang Ziheng said a word, he would probably be torn into pieces by a group of boxers who made a living by fighting black boxing, but he still would not hide his impression, because he could not find a reason for not being disgusted with this kind of black boxing match.

Liang Ziheng stopped talking, but turned his head to look at him, his eyes a little complicated, but surprisingly there was no slight anger.

After a while, he smiled faintly and sighed, "Haha, you're right. Actually, I had the same opinion as you at the beginning. I hated this kind of black boxing match that some people only want to survive and some people just want to play and stimulate. At one point I even resisted this ugly place, resisted this bloody place, filled with primitive sin. And now, I still hate this place very much. If I had to, I never came to the scene to watch any black boxing match in person." He sighed.
Chapter completed!