The dignitaries didn't care about the look in the eyes of the only boxer standing in the iron cage who wanted to kill them all. They still clapped their hands and applauded him, and some even waved money inside.

"Death...die..." The boxer suddenly felt very tired. He let go of the other boxer's hand and gradually became unable to scream. Then he knelt down and crawled to collect the money that humiliated him one by one.

Zhang picked it up.

Before he could finish picking it up, the bodyguards of the boxing ring opened the iron cage, dragged him and the other seven corpses out, and put in eight other boxers.

The second round of eight-person melee began quickly.

The process was not much different from the previous round. The boxers kept forming alliances and betraying each other. In just a few minutes, only one person was left paralyzed in the corner.

The final round of betting begins.

"Do you know why I didn't work here anymore?" Arthur kept smoking, and his voice became slightly hoarse.

"Why?" Lynn asked.

"The rich and powerful and I are not from the same world, but we live in an environment that is not much different from those boxers." Arthur said, "The rich and powerful know that they will never become people in a cage, so they can enjoy it wholeheartedly. But

For me, looking at the cage is like looking at a mirror. I see myself in it, and I always feel that the next person standing in the cage will be me. So, staying here is a kind of torture."

Lin En suddenly thought of a not-so-good metaphor: "It's like an animal watching its own kind being slaughtered by a butcher."

"Oh, this is an ugly thing to say, but it is the truth." Arthur laughed at himself.

"Actually, it's better than livestock. Animals can only be livestock throughout their lives, and we will eventually climb up and end our own suffering." Linn patted Arthur.

"That's right. It's impossible for me to be a beast from beginning to end in this life." Arthur believed deeply.

While chatting, the boxer who stood last in the first round of eight-man melee was dragged back into the cage.

Of the thirty-two boxers who were alive not long ago, only two remain.

One of them was so tired that his body was cramping, and the other's eyes were dim. They just looked at each other silently, waiting for the referee and host's order to make a last ditch effort for freedom.

The bets in the final round were astonishingly large, exceeding the sum of the previous rounds combined.

Arthur felt that Lynn would not understand why: "I didn't understand at first either. The two people who fought to the end had little strength and were more or less injured. Their competition should be boring, and the outcome should be

Clearly visible, is it fun to bet too much?”

"The closer they are to the last step of freedom, the more they will burst out with unpredictable will and potential. The powerful people must pay for this unknown." Lin En guessed.

"Well." Arthur threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out, "This is the biggest highlight of the boxing match, to see what people can do in order to survive."

As soon as he finished speaking, the referee shouted, announcing the start of the last round of tonight's game.

The two boxers were in no hurry to move.

The middle-aged boxer with his bare upper body and scarred body leaned against the cage, grinning at the young boxer with a fierce look: "Would you like to take a rest? There is no need to rush to perform for them like a clown."

"I don't care, it's best to end it as soon as possible." The young boxer believed that the middle-aged boxer was seriously exhausted, rejected the opponent's proposal, and rushed over with all his strength.

The middle-aged boxer barely managed to stand still and retreated to one side.

Young boxers believe that they should take advantage of the victory and pursue the middle-aged boxers.

"Don't hide! Go up and get him!"

"This man is just pretending! He must still have physical strength, cheer me up!"

"Don't give him a chance!"

The dignitaries were exhorting or urging each other to bet on the side in the iron cage.

Lin En did not crowd around him. He first looked at the man with Mediterranean hair who was also an [Awakened One].

The man didn't seem to have much interest in the competition. The surrounding dignitaries stood up and watched the iron cage at close range. He was the only one who was smiling obscenely and touching a maid.

As for [Superman] Reiner, he seemed to have no emotion and looked indifferently at the people in the iron cage and the group of ugly dignitaries outside the iron cage.

Based on his corruption value, Linn thought he would stand up and stop all this.

"The boxing match is about to end, so the cleanup task is coming, right?" Arthur said as he saw that the young boxer in the iron cage was being tricked by the middle-aged boxer.

"Yes, cheer up." Lin En really couldn't imagine what this cleanup task would be like.

In the iron cage, the young boxer actually knew for a long time that the middle-aged boxer was not as vulnerable as he appeared, so he suppressed the opponent while keeping an eye on him and taking precautions.

Therefore, when the middle-aged boxer received several punches and looked about to stagger and fall, but suddenly burst out with strength and took out a small piece of iron with a sharp top from his waist, he immediately stepped back, but

There was a long, not deep wound on the abdomen.

"It's a fucking foul! It's forbidden to use anything other than the body as an aid in a boxing match!"

"Where's the referee?! Terminate the game! Execute this cheating waste immediately!"

"Boxers undergo strict inspections before going on stage! If the inspection fails, it is a problem with the boxing ring and has nothing to do with the boxers! The game is not allowed to stop!"

"Yes! Keep going!"

A group of powerful people who did not regard other people's lives as their own, actually got into a quarrel over whether the boxing match was fair or not.

And the game is still going on.

The young boxer touched his abdomen and looked intently at the iron piece in the middle-aged boxer's hand. It looked like something that had been removed from a belt buckle and then polished: "Where did you get it?"

"This is not what you should be concerned about." The middle-aged boxer gripped the iron piece tightly and took the initiative to approach the young boxer.

The young boxer originally wanted to pin his hopes on the referee to stop the fight, but in the more than ten seconds from when the blade scratched him to now, the referee has been indifferent, and he recognized the fact.

No one outside will save him.

No matter how many cards the opponent has, all he can do is kill the opponent.

"Go to hell!" The middle-aged boxer waved the blade towards the young boxer.

The young boxer did not choose to retreat and lose his position. He rushed forward desperately, stretched out one hand to stop him, and grabbed the middle-aged boxer's neck with the other hand, pushing the opponent against the edge of the iron cage with brute force.

The strength of the middle-aged boxer was not small. The hand holding the blade broke free from the restraints and carved two bloody wounds on the young boxer's chest at an extremely fast speed.

"Hiss!" The young boxer punched the middle-aged boxer hard in the face, and then used all his strength to seize the blade.

"Haha! You're going to die! You're going to die!" The middle-aged boxer laughed like crazy, holding the blade tightly in his hand and letting it hurt his hand.

The young boxer didn't even bother to talk. He endured the severe pain and bleeding from several wounds on his body and tried to knock the middle-aged boxer to the ground to gain an advantage.

The middle-aged boxer quickly pulled away and slashed the young boxer's back with a flesh-rending blow.

"Ah!" the young boxer couldn't help but scream.

"There is no way, it's so cruel, only one of us can survive." Freedom is within easy reach. The middle-aged boxer holds the blade with his other uninjured hand and walks step by step towards the defeated young boxer.

"Hiss...hoo...hiss...hoo..." The young boxer's face twitched, his eyes full of fear and despair.

The distance between the two closed to about two meters, and the middle-aged boxer waved the blade again.

The blade slashed across, and the young boxer's blocking arm was covered with blood and several horrific, scalp-numbing cuts.

"The victory has been decided." Arthur shook his head.

It can only be said that the middle-aged boxer is very calm and capable.

He could not only hide a blade from being discovered by the boxing ring bodyguards, but he could also endure it until the end before using it.

In the end, no one could have imagined that he had such a hand.

The most important thing is that the boxing ring acquiesced in all this happening.

But just when everyone thought that the young boxer was about to collapse, perhaps because of a flashback or because of the strong will to survive, he actually gave up dodging, desperately threw down the middle-aged man, and allowed the opponent to cut himself with a blade.

But he only focused on the middle-aged boxer's throat, biting it like a mad dog and not letting go.

"Cough - cough -" The middle-aged boxer's eyes widened and he desperately used the blade to leave incisions on the young boxer's body.

Ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Thirty seconds.

The young boxer finally couldn't hold on any longer, relaxed, and lay motionless on the ground.

"Cough cough... cough cough..." The middle-aged boxer smiled sadly.

However, the miserable laughter only lasted for a few seconds before his complexion changed and his whole body twitched.

"You...don't...want to live..."
Chapter completed!