Time flew and slowed, and another three years passed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When Han Nuowei finally passed Mo Aogu's request and participated in the fighting tournament for the first time, he had only one feeling: there were too many people.

Han Nuowei never expected that so many people would come to watch the fighting match. Gao Zhi's subordinates temporarily set up two fighting rings in the warehouse, which were actually simple stages surrounded by marching mattresses and thick cables. The prisoners brought small plastic benches from the canteen and circled the fighting ring to form an audience. In fact, almost no one was sitting, and all were shouting feverishly.

Gao Zhi waved his hand, and his horse boy immediately knocked a set of steel bars vigorously, and everyone gradually quieted down.

Gao Zhi stepped over the cable and stood on the fighting ring on the left. He is obviously much taller and stronger than the average person, and with that gorgeous and intricate tattoo, he really looks a bit like a boxing champion.

"Guys, I'm so happy to be here today, because it means that the annual fight tournament has begun! From today, whoever wants can be here, get the money, cigarettes, prestige, and everything else I can't say on the table. ”

The prisoners silently burst into laughter.

"Everyone can be a king, as long as you have the courage, the ability, do not admit defeat, and are not afraid of death!"

The prisoners were boiling, and the cries of "woo" and "yes" came and went for a long time.

Gao Zhi grinned, revealing a mouthful of shark-like white teeth, and then shouted, "Do you have the guts?"

"Yes!"

"Do you have what it takes?"

"Yes!"

"Are you going to give in?"

"No!"

"Are you afraid of death?"

"No !!"

The deafening shouts almost broke through the roof of the warehouse, and Han Nuowei felt that his earwax was about to be shaken out. He looked at the high deacon on the stage who seemed to be giving the president's inaugural speech, and plucked out his ears.

Gao Zhi's opening remarks were indeed very infectious, he sometimes shouted, sometimes laughed, and sometimes roared, even Han Nuowei felt a little admired. He took a look at Gao Zhi: the eyebrows were thick and short, the eyes were large and round, slightly protruding outward, and the two black eyes were full of energy, but they were not flexible, as if they were always half a beat slower than the other facial features, which added a bit of majesty to his face. He has a long nose with a lot of flesh on the tip of his nose, and his nostrils expand when he is excited, almost like a gorilla.

"Finally, I have one more thing to announce!" Gao Zhi paused for a moment and looked at the spectators under the stands, as if he was watching a group of rookies, "This year's competition has added a new interesting part - each contestant has a chance to choose a 'warm-up assistant'. He looked at the inmates' surprised faces with satisfaction, "That is, as long as you compete, you have a chance to fight whoever you want!

Instead of cheering, the prisoners whispered. Some of the prisoners who did not participate in the competition and were usually more "ostentatious" showed worried expressions.

"Each person can only be selected once, and if the chosen person defeats the original contestant, then he will take the place of the contestant. ”

"What if the contestant wins the man he has chosen, is there a reward?" asked one of the prisoners aloud from below.

Gao Zhi's eyes rolled, and he smiled again and showed his big white teeth: "Give you a chance to beat up the person you hate in front of thousands of people, this reward is not good enough?"

"Good!" immediately a prisoner shouted. Han Nuowei sighed in his heart, these people are really simple-minded, and they are too easy to be instigated. Those who choose to "warm up" first will inevitably weaken their fighting power - after all, whoever participates immediately after a fight will find it difficult to fight. For Han Nuowei, Gao Zhi's doing so will inadvertently improve the quality of the overall participants, and his competition journey will be more difficult.

"Hey, the lottery is drawn. A high-minded boy came over with a lunch box, and inside was a pile of folded notes. Han Nuowei stretched out his hand and took one casually, opened it and saw that it was actually No. 1!

He smiled bitterly and swept his eyes to the crowd, hoping to see Mo Aogu, but Ma Zai pushed him hard, "Come on stage and choose someone!"

Han Nuowei took a few seconds before he realized that he was the opener, and he had to choose a "warm-up assistant". He climbed into the ring and looked around. The prisoners were already shouting, and at a glance he saw Hua Chang standing in the front row, who was glaring at him viciously.

Han Nuowei pointed at Hua Chang without hesitation, "That's it!" The prisoners cheered and pushed Hua Chang to the stage. Huachang's refusal to put on his gloves after he came on stage angered the audience, and some people shouted: "Go down, girls!"

There was another burst of laughter in the audience, Hua Chang's face was already red, and he finally put on his gloves and put on an awkward pose. Han Nuowei saw at a glance that he was a layman, "Have you never fought?"

Hua Chang shouted and pounced. Han Nuowei didn't even have time to blink his eyelids, and he was hit all the way to the cable.

"You admit defeat now, I don't have to worry about you. Hua Chang approached Han Nuowei's ear and whispered.

Han Nuowei almost laughed out loud, he pushed Hua Chang away hard, and then punched three times in a row, each punch hit Hua Chang's stomach, hitting Hua Chang so that he couldn't straighten his waist.

"I'm sorry, I'm still in a hurry to play and don't have time to play with you. Han Nuowei threw more than a dozen punches in a row, each punch hitting Hua Chang's head. Hua Chang was knocked to the ground, powerless to fight back.

The referee walked over and pulled Han Nuowei away. Huachang's face was already covered with blood, and if he continued to fight, he would die.

Han Nuowei spat on the ground, "Finally, let me tell you one thing, Tao Wutian is not my friend, you can't even figure out who to retaliate against, it's really pitiful." ”

After saying that, Huachang was dragged off the stage. There was a huge disparity in the strength of this short warm-up match, and the prisoners were really unable to lift their energy, and they were all anxious to watch the official game.

Han's first opponent was a diminutive prisoner with his number printed on his shorts. Han Nuowei once saw him when he was in the wind, although he was short, he was full of strong muscles, and a pair of small eyes like black beans always swept around viciously. At this moment, he was wearing fist gloves while looking at Han Nuowei with bad intentions.

Han Nuowei knew that he looked too thin in this group. Although Mo Aogu has been training and counseling him for nearly seven years, the food in the prison is weak after all, and he is young, in front of this group of vicious and vicious men, he can only barely be regarded as a thin man with well-proportioned muscles.

Han Nuowei took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He adjusted his gloves, swung his fist a few times, and thought: I'm here, there's nothing to be afraid of.

The referee was a chubby prisoner, he pulled the little man and Han Nuowei to the middle of the fighting ring, and briefly said the rules: three wins in five rounds, three minutes in each game, no genitals, and the rest are arbitrary.

The little man and Han Nuowei retreated to a corner of the diagonal of the fighting ring and took a pose. At this time, I don't know who knocked on the steel bars in the warehouse, everyone quieted down, and the game began.

The little man didn't take Han Nuowei in his eyes at all, he didn't seem to even bother to do a feint, he came up with a kick and kicked directly on Han Nuowei's waist, Han Nuowei was kicked so that his upper body was tilted to the side, and the person also took two steps back.

Everyone laughed, no one looked favorably on this thin and ugly young man, and someone shouted: "Toad, go to death!"

Han Nuowei was unmoved, he responded calmly, and after a few moves, he found the loophole of the little man. Probably because of his habit of throwing a right fist, this man has less defense on the right side, and because of his short stature, the small man barely dodges his next attack.

But Han Nuowei was not in a hurry to attack, because the strength of the little man's fist hitting him was completely within his tolerance, and during this time, he would fight with Mo Aogu almost every day, although he had never won, but compared to Mo Aogu's steel and iron bones, the little man's fist was almost like a friendly greeting.

The three-minute time was fast approaching, and the little man was contented to enjoy the cheers from the audience, while Han Nuowei was lying on the ground seemingly "dying". In fact, if someone observes carefully, they will find that Han Nuowei's face has a subtle smile.

The second game began, and the little man kicked it as usual, but was gently avoided by Han Nuowei. The little man angrily made up for it, and was dodged again. The little man was taken aback, his face was already red, and he used all his strength to kick several times in a row extremely quickly, but he was perfectly dodged by Han Nuowei.

In the audience, some people booed, and some people cursed. Because they are not optimistic about Han Nuowei, many people bet on the small man to win, and some people's gambling money is even their own cigarettes for a year, how can they accept the defeat of the small man?

Han Nuowei moved his feet easily, staggering his arms and making feints. The little man saw the gap in Han Nuowei's arm and threw a punch with all his might, but Han Nuowei twisted his body extremely quickly, and his waist was as flexible as a willow branch. At the same time, his arms are like the tentacles of an octopus, and he presses the little man's head under the crook of his arm.

The situation changed suddenly, the little man was firmly sandwiched under Han Nuowei's armpit, and his fists almost missed, and he kicked with both feet, but he couldn't hit Han Nuowei's vital point at all.

Although Han Nuowei retains his strength, in the eyes of the audience, both of them are fighting to the death. Seeing that the three minutes were about to expire, I don't know who shouted: "Kick his ball!" The little man broke free of Han Nuowei in a panic, and then immediately raised a kick and kicked it between Han Nuowei's legs. The referee blew the whistle immediately.

The little man fouled, and this game directly ruled that Han Nuowei won.

Just two games have been played, and the little man is already sweating profusely, and Han Nuowei's face has not even changed. The little man gulped down the water, and Han Nuowei just took a sip, not seeming to be thirsty at all.

Mo Aogu was expressionless, standing quietly in the crowd, as if he had already seen through the trend of the game. Only those who know him well can see that he is actually very nervous. His gaze followed Han Nuowei's movements, and he didn't fall for a moment.

The third game began, and the little man's attack was not as fast as before, he tightened his arms and jaw, and his steps became more cautious. Han Nuowei looked like he was opening and closing, his chest and stomach were all in the other party's sight, and he was defenseless at all. This made the little man more and more cautious, and he didn't even dare to punch.

In the stands, Gao Zhi asked the people around him: "Go and check, what is the origin of that thin man with a scar?"

Someone respectfully came up and replied, "Boss, I heard that guy is serving life imprisonment." ”

Gao Zhi asked, "What did you do?"

"It's like rape, murder, arson, stealing, everything. Ma Tsai said cautiously.

Gao Zhi said: "It looks very thin, but it is a bit of fist and foot kung fu." ”

Ma Zai disagreed: "I think he was lucky, if it wasn't for the opponent's foul, he might not have won the game just now." ”

Gao Zhi groaned and did not speak, at this time, the sound of knocking on the steel bar sounded, and the third game was over, and the little man won.

Ma Zai smiled diligently: "Sure enough, it's luck." ”

Gao Zhi thinks that he has always seen people very accurately, and the thin man with scars on his face is clearly very powerful, in his opinion, the little man is not the opponent of the thin man at all. So why did the thin man lose to the other party? Gao Zhi touched his bald head, a little puzzled.

The fourth game began. "Do you want to raise, do you want to raise?" shouted Gao Zhi's men as they weaved through the crowd, taking the raiser's cigarettes as gambling money.

The little man didn't dare to underestimate Han Nuowei now, and he no longer hit the other party directly as soon as he came up. After all, while attacking, it is also easy to expose one's weaknesses. Both of them moved their feet quickly, keeping an eye out for each other's flaws.

The little man suddenly kicked Han Nuowei in the stomach, and when Han Nuowei was dodging, he quickly changed direction and flew directly to Han Nuowei's back waist, this kick was not small, Han Nuowei couldn't dodge, and hit him hard.

In the stands, Gao Zhi said with a little disappointment: "Did Gao look at him?"

But Han Nuowei didn't retreat, he actually forced the little man to the edge of the fighting ring with the dense heavy punches of the little man.

The little man stared at Han Nuowei's eyes tightly, hoping to see Han Nuowei's fear, but he was disappointed. There was no hint of retreat in those golden eyes, on the contrary, they smiled contemptuously, as if they were looking at a trash that was not vulnerable at all.

The little man was enraged, he roared, fought with all his strength, and hit his best combination punch, but Han Nuowei turned out to be like stepping on a spinning top, spinning and dodging. Before the little man could turn around, he was hit hard in the back of the head.

At this time, someone knocked on the steel bar, and the fourth game ended, and Han Nuowei won.

The onlookers blew up the pot, and the score of 2 to 2 showed that the little man's eye sockets were swollen, his nose was bleeding, and the corners of his mouth looked like they had been stung by bees. On the other hand, Han Nuowei, although he received a lot of punches, he looked very peaceful.

Amid the frenzied shouting of agitation and frenzied shouting, the fifth inning began.

The little man let go of his hands and feet and attacked wildly. Han Nuowei seemed to be a little unresponsive for a while, and was hit several times.

The little man's attack was effective and greatly encouraged, so he threw several punches in succession, although they were all blocked, but Han Nuowei parried very hard, his movements slowed down significantly, and his steps were slightly vague.

The little man took a false step, and then hugged Han Nuowei's waist, and at the same time tightened his arms, dragging Han Nuowei to slide several steps.

Han Nuowei slid passively, but he didn't struggle, just was dragged by the little man all the way to the middle of the fighting ring. At this moment, he twisted his waist and jumped backwards, breaking free of the blockade of the little man. The little man was very upset and immediately rushed forward again. This time he attacked directly from the front, and Han Nuowei did not dodge, after a few moves, Han Nuowei suddenly kicked over, the speed was extremely fast, the little man only felt a gust of wind coming, he was kicked in the waist, and had to take several steps back. Before he could come back to his senses, he saw Han Nuowei turn around and kick again.

The little man was kicked to the edge of the fighting ring, leaning against the rope bar and panting, and it was strange that Han Nuowei did not take advantage of the victory to pursue. The little man gritted his teeth, tried his best to stand up straight, and pounced again, but was dodged by Han Nuowei again. As soon as the little man turned around, he happened to meet Han Nuowei's fist, he couldn't dodge, he punched his temple, his body staggered, and he fell on the stage.

The audience was boiling, and for a while, there was applause, scolding, everything.

The referee stepped forward, grabbed Han Nuowei's hands to make sure he wasn't chasing him anymore, and then whispered, "Step on his face." ”

Han Nuowei was stunned for a moment, and the referee repeated it in a low voice, seeing that he hadn't moved yet, the referee was anxious: "Step on it, this is the rule of Yin and Yang, if you fall, he loses, and if you step on your face, you win." ”

At this time, there was a roaring sound from the audience, Han Nuowei listened carefully, and finally heard it: "Get up, get up!"

He no longer hesitated, strode over, and stomped on the little man's face. The referee raised his hand to signal that he was the winner. The roar in the audience was quieted and turned into boos and sighs of disappointment.

Han Nuowei stood on the fighting ring, looked around, and saw resentful eyes, he knew in his heart that most people were going to hate themselves to death.

He crossed the layers of crowds and saw the smiling Mo Aogu, and also saw Gao Zhi who was surrounded by a bunch of junior brothers. Gao Zhizheng looked at him with meaningful eyes, and the two of them met their eyes, but they were expressionless.