And now, Qianqian is clearly standing on the ground, with a light above her head, surrounded by fences, the audience further away, and her opponent in front of her, but...
But everything is different.
All of these things began to become vague, distant, and elusive.
"Huh...huh..."
Qianqian gasped for breath.
So tired.
it hurts.
So hard.
Why on earth are you standing here?
Qianqian is like asking questions, but now she has no energy left to ask questions.
The director of Jixin Kaikan's fist can punch through the concrete slab with one blow.
This level of punches hit Qianqian's body one after another, and even her well-trained body couldn't bear it.
The eyelids were red and swollen, and the right orbit was broken.
Cartilage cracks on the bridge of the nose.
The mandible was fractured and four teeth were missing.
He suffered multiple soft tissue contusions on his body, a bone fracture in his left forearm, and a fractured tibia in his left calf.
Etc., etc……
Injuries of this level are rare even in underground boxing matches.
Qianqian's vision began to blur.
She felt like there was a fire burning all over her body, burning her skin.
Blood and sweat were mixed together and fell to the ground drop by drop.
"Uncle..."
Qianqian raised her head and looked at the curator in front of her, her tone slightly trembling.
"Uncle, I don't want to fight..."
The curator looked at Qianqian with slight surprise.
He and Qianqian actually have a good personal relationship on weekdays. The two often drink and eat together, so the curator can vaguely detect something strange about Qianqian.
He actually didn't quite understand why Qianqian hadn't fought back until now.
But since Qianqian didn't want to fight anymore, there was no need for him to pursue anymore.
"Oh, then just admit defeat."
The curator twisted his neck, planning to wait for the referee to announce his victory.
It was really an unpleasant game.
But Qianqian did not raise her hands and admit defeat, but smiled bitterly with difficulty.
"That's the problem, uncle."
"I always feel like I'm missing something, and that lack makes everything go away from me."
"It's a weird feeling."
Qianqian chewed a few times and spit out half of the broken teeth from her mouth.
She continued:
"Obviously as long as I admit defeat, this can end, but I always have a different feeling."
"I felt like if I did give in, I would lose something very important."
Qianqian smiled bitterly.
"Those things are meaningless, just like a bottle of iced Coke bought on the roadside."
"I won't die of thirst if I don't drink, but I just want to drink!"
Qianqian said all inexplicable things.
The curator just listened quietly.
He actually thinks that he is quite good at... "educational behavior".
After all, uncle, I am the director of a super large fighting club!
So the curator was vaguely aware of the problem.
He turned his head and looked around, and as expected.
In the past, a match between himself and the "champion" would definitely attract bursts of applause. At least the disciples who came to watch the match at Jixin Guild Hall would give him this face.
But at this moment, the venue was completely silent.
Everyone was in a daze out of boredom, and some people even left the show early!
"This situation doesn't seem quite right!"
The curator touched his chin and asked doubtfully: "Did something happen?"
"maybe……"
Qianqian's eyebrows were downcast.
She just felt that there was an extreme contradiction in her heart, and she didn't know how to resolve it.
But then, the curator deliberately loudly said:
"It's incredible!"
Qianqian: "Huh?"
"That's amazing! You finally discovered how stupid we are!"
The curator's expression was very exaggerated.
Even though he usually looks like an unreliable middle-aged man, this is the first time Qianqian has seen a curator with such a variety of expressions.
Obviously, this tone was deliberate by the curator.
The curator continued:
"People like us are so stupid."
"You know, little champion, uncle, I can make money very much!"
The curator stretched out his fist and clenched it.
"High-level executives, entrepreneurs, VIPs...etc., they all need my fist."
"Whether it's a personal bodyguard, a coach or a consultant."
"Uncle, if I want to, I can double the size of Jixin Hall in minutes!"
What the curator said is true.
In terms of status, the curator is probably the best in Haicheng's underground fighting community.
To use a random analogy, an ordinary exhibition match by the curator is enough to make the front page of the Azure News!
It's a hard-to-get game.
From this point of view, these onlookers in the underground world are really a group of luxurious people, aren't they?
"Look, this fist."
The curator clenched his right fist.
"A journalist once commented on my fist, saying it is as valuable as a diamond."
"But this diamond has been given a good beating!"
The curator grinned and looked up at Qianqian.
"—by you."
It was actually a tentative fight between the curator and Qianqian. The fists of both sides collided, and the bones were cracked. There was no winner or loser.
"What's the use of doing this?"
"No fame, no profit, no purpose, no meaning..."
"I just want to 'compete'."
"call!"
The curator blew his fist.
"We are so bored."
Qianqian listened to the curator's words.
Gradually, her eyes glowed again.
She opened her mouth and murmured softly: "I want... to win..."
The curator raised his eyebrows, "What did you say?"
Qianqian raised her head.
"I want to win."
The curator used exaggerated movements to listen, "What did you say?"
"I - want - to win -!"
Qianqian's eyes showed a bit of sparkle, and she took a stance.
"bring it on!"
"OK!"
The next moment before he finished speaking, the curator's fist had already arrived in front of Qianqian.
He grinned, the muscles of his face stacked on his cheeks, and said with a smile:
"Uncle, I want it too~!"
boom!
One punch hit Qianqian's chin.
…
Well……
vomit!
Is it because I just received a heavy blow to my chin?
Approximately yes.
Qianqian can even feel her brain shaking back and forth in her skull!
faint……
I really want to vomit...
And it’s so hot!
"Tsk..."
Qianqian smacked her lips.
It's been a long time since she's been beaten to this extent.
My legs started to feel weak, and I couldn't even spit out the blood foam in my mouth.
Take a few steps back.
Qianqian put her arms on the wooden fence behind her, breathing heavily.
Just adjust the status.
How to adjust?
Qianqian has her own way.
After carefully feeling the vibration pattern of the brain in the skull, Qianqian's eyes narrowed slightly.
It's now!
She suddenly raised her fist, aimed at her head and punched her directly.
boom!
At that moment, the brain that hit the right side of the skull collided with Qianqian's right fist.
The two forces canceled each other out, and finally stopped the vibration of the brain in Qianqian's skull.
"Huh...spit!"
Qianqian opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood foam.
Tears flowed out.
"Very good……"
She opened her mouth and grinned, a bit sad, but very happy.
"Uncle the curator, the old man, and dad..."
"It's great to have people like you around me."
Qianqian expressed her heartfelt thanks.
She is grateful to the people around her and all the "connections" she has.
"thank you all."
"It doesn't matter whether it makes sense or not."
"Competition - no meaning needed."
"Competition - no need for meaning!"
"I want to win."
"That's all."
Qianqian stood up slowly while holding on to the wooden fence.
She stumbled, arms drooping, and walked step by step towards the curator in front of her.
Humming that meaningless little tune.
There is no applause from the audience, no involvement of interests, no fate or fate.
