"See you on stage." Qu Yong slowly put on his mask, and his tone gradually changed from hesitant to firm and confident. "Which of those opponents in the past was easy to deal with? I won't win this tough battle, but I want to see who is the one."

Whose shoulders can I step on to break through?”

On the second day, there was a farmhouse on the outskirts of Lishui that mainly featured domestic chickens and live fish from the reservoir.

However, the real purpose of this area is not a farmhouse. The farmhouse is just a cover for appearance. The real purpose of this area is a large underground fighting arena.

Boss Cao's mother has been running this place for several years and has established good relations with everyone. As long as it doesn't cause too much trouble, they usually stay indifferent. Besides, the black boxing is irritating and some people in official clothes also like to watch it, so I do it.

It must have been relatively smooth.

However, in the past few days, six boxers were killed here at once, and the matter suddenly became a big deal. It was the Japanese who challenged the fight. Since the Yuan and Ming dynasties, the relationship between China and Japan has been bad. Especially in modern times, the two sides have a blood feud that is engraved in their bones.

Black boxing is exciting, and some strange ethnic conflicts add fuel to the fire, so this last fight was so exciting that the ticket price was extremely high [

In a place like this, you have to be able to cover yourself in addition to someone above. Otherwise, you will be picked on in three days. And this year, there is a newcomer who has been jumping around very quickly. Every time he appears, he puts on camouflage makeup and doesn't say much. After the beating, he leaves.

A whole year has passed, but no one has found out his origins. He seems to be born just for the ring. Now he has become the number one ring master in Lishui.

Today Japan’s Yuuto Harada is going to fight him.

Qu Yong did not drive with Boss Cao. He came here on foot. Over the past year, every move he made and every movement he made were just for practicing boxing. He has integrated boxing into his whole life, not to mention walking, which is the best way to practice.

He walked in the same rhythm as when he was in Japan with Tian Yi Lao Dao, step by step, as if measured with a ruler.

Only by thoroughly integrating life into boxing can a madman progress so quickly after every life-and-death battle.

Only now did he know how important the foundation laid by Master Tianyi when he refined the marrow of Yi Gu and Yi Jing two summers ago. If it weren't for this foundation and the "Flying Meridians and Acupuncture Points" acupuncture on him,

He has already suffered a lot of hidden injuries, not to mention that he is lucky to have made progress without dying. Of course, apart from these, he also needs to rely on the first-class rehabilitation physiotherapist hired by Boss Cao to relax and take effect on his body.

That's why Qu Yong is very confident in himself every step he takes now. He saw the six corpses yesterday and also saw Harada Yuuto's moves. When it comes to martial arts, the two of them are only 50-50 sure at best, but when it comes to a life-and-death battle, he

must win

"Come on, if I defeat you, I can see the dawn of strength and become a true warrior."

This fighting arena is not a stadium with tens of thousands of people. It is quite similar to a circus venue. If you go to a large zoo and have seen animal performances, you should be able to imagine that every zoo usually has a circus venue. The audience is responsible for clapping and cheering the animals, and is responsible for playing with themselves.

This gladiatorial battle has been very popular since the ancient Roman times. Until modern Spain, there is bullfighting. The entire human history is a bloody history of war. Sadly, human beings not only love war, but also like to watch the war of their own kind.

Humans have invented countless killing methods on the battlefield. The most notorious are Japan's biological and chemical weapons, and the most terrifying are atoms. But here in this circus-like black boxing arena, no weapons are allowed to be used. Only the bodies of both parties can be used.

fight

Only this naked and primitive fighting method can best produce the effect of blood and flesh that attracts the audience's attention.

This is Boss Cao's place. He is sitting in his highest and most alone position, watching the audience gradually enter the room, with a dazed look on his face. The past events of the past year are vivid in his mind.

On that day in Qingdao, Qu Yong came out of the fourth girl's room with a face like a mourning concubine. He decided to come to Lishui to fight black boxing. In the past year, every time Qu Yong appeared on the stage, Boss Cao was frightened. Although these boxers were all mixed in his venue, It’s not a direct relationship. Boss Cao can’t control their competition on stage, so every time Qu Yong goes on stage, he doesn’t know if he can survive.

Now Harada Yuuto has stepped onto the stage. The chubby person in charge of the commentary has begun: "Everyone in the audience, please look at the person coming from the left aisle. Harada Yuuto, a karate genius from Yokohama, Japan, who has won six consecutive victories. Everyone gives the warmest applause. "

"Pa bang bang" A few sparse applause. Although everyone likes to see blood and blood, there are still a few who want to warmly welcome the Japanese, especially the Japanese who kill the Chinese.

Harada Yuuto slowly walked onto the stage wearing a pure white kimono and dragging his clogs. There were no fences around the stage, just a bare platform about 10x10 meters square. It was poured with rough cement, revealing an unusual simplicity and roughness. If you look carefully, you can still see it. The blood stains in the cement cracks that cannot be washed away

It is such a primitive and brutal arena that can most stimulate the audience's attention. Harada Yuuto raised his arms and took off his kimono, folded it in a corner, then took off his clogs and pressed them on his clothes. Then he slowly walked to the center of the stage and knelt down, sat down and put his hands together with a "pop" sound. Close eyes and rest

The commentator shouted wildly: "Okay, now Harada Yuuto is ready, so where is his opponent?" [

Everyone was waiting, but Qu Yong did not show up.

Boss Cao also waited for a moment and turned around to ask an old man with an old face and extremely long hands behind him: "Where is Uncle Gong and Brother Xiaoyong?"

He spoke very respectfully to the old man. Although Boss Cao said he had taken over the fucking place, no one would be convinced by him because he was so young, experienced and qualified. He could only barely sit still because of Uncle Gong's calmness and full assistance to Boss Cao. Secure this position

Uncle Gong said: "He's still coming in." He stopped talking as if he had something else to say, but he said it

Boss Cao saw that he was hesitant to speak and said: "Uncle Gong, you are my father's life and death brother and also my most respected elder. If you have anything to say, just say it."

Uncle Gong said: "Master, although you and he were once classmates, we are no longer in school after all. It seems inappropriate to call him this way."

Boss Cao said with a smile: "Uncle Gong, isn't that how you call me? In front of other people, I call you Caimianren like everyone else."

"Hey," Uncle Gong could hear the young master's dependence and respect for him. He sighed softly and said, "I have already sent people out to look for him. I believe they will show up soon."

"OK"

Now the audience in the venue has started talking about how these people's patience is extremely low. Gradually there was some noise, and the commentator also started to change the subject in his heart: "I believe you must be looking forward to who is going to accept this today." The challenge of a Japanese warrior who has won six consecutive victories is a good one. Let’s applaud our colorful man.”

"Papa papa oooh" The popularity of this colorful man is pretty good. Finally everyone got some applause.

"It's a good thing that the Colorful Face Man is a little popular, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold it today." The fat commentator breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and started calling: "As we all know, the reason why the Colorful Face Man is called the Colorful Face Man is because every time he He always wears a colorful face on stage, so no one has ever seen his real face.”

"Nonsense" the audience booed, "Everyone knows this"

The fat commentator said proudly: "Then do you know why the colorful-faced man wears camouflage faces? Do you know? Does he know? Wang Nima, do you know? Do you and your friends know?"

Boss Cao turned his head and went back to ask Uncle Gong: "Uncle Gong, only you and I know the identity of Brother Xiaoyong. How could this damn fat guy know?"

Uncle Gong said without hesitation: "He's talking nonsense."

"This damn fat guy," Boss Cao said with a hint of a smile: "Honestly, when I see this fat guy, I occasionally think of my roommate when I was studying. He was also a fat guy and talked about running the train."

The commentator over there had completely fallen into his own world and started talking nonsense: "Speaking of this colorful man, he is a mysterious mess. His master is Guiguzi."

The audience was shocked and said, "Gui Guzi has been dead for thousands of years, hasn't he?"

"I've just finished what I said, you guys." The commentator saw that this bullshit was exaggerating and quickly told the lie: "He is the descendant of Guiguzi, Sun Bin, the reincarnation of Sun Bin, you know. In addition to writing "Sun Bin's Art of War", he also left "Sun Bin"

"Martial Arts Secrets" Our colorful face man is the martial arts successor of Sun Bin. You see, the reason why he painted his face to prevent his true face from being exposed to the world is because this secret cannot be exposed."

"That's it." Everyone was in an uproar. Rumors spread the fastest these days, and the most favorite thing to hear is this kind of gossip.

But no matter how noisy the audience was, Yuuto Harada waited quietly, looking like he was just sitting there watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, showing no signs of irritation. This shows that his meticulous skills are extremely masterful and his determination is extremely determined.

Just when the commentator was trying to make something up, Qu Yong had already appeared.

He walked into this fighting arena step by step, neither too fast nor too slow.
Chapter completed!