In the Fuli Resort, the Dark Night Organization, which evolved from the Dark Night Paradise, one of the three major martial arts organizations in China, stopped all training today. The rainy season, which had been going on for nearly a month, finally stopped, and the sun was shining down wantonly, and the whole land seemed to be filled with a layer of light.

At noon, more than 100 protégés were all dressed in black and white clothes in the dark night, and they stood in a cone shape in the courtyard. Everyone stood with their hands behind their backs and their chests held high.

Seven chairs were patted in front of the crowd, and the protégé of the dark night waited for a while before the seven elders slowly arrived. Long Banshan, the bald head of the house, was the first to sit in the middle, and the other six people split the sides.

The people standing here are all first-class masters, especially the batch before the exam, which is a few big bulls personally selected by Long Banshan, and they have been preparing for the decennial Chinese Fighting Tournament for a whole year. Among them, the twenty people selected have undergone several months of devil training, and it is not an exaggeration to say that everyone has taken off three layers of skin. But those 20 people were still eliminated by 10 people, and only 10 places were really able to participate in the competition.

Long Banshan slowly stood up, glanced at the scene, and looked at the arrogant disciples with great satisfaction, he knew that not all the best fighters in the world were here, or that the few people he was most proud of, including his son Long Zihao, were not the best, but he tried his best.

"Today is our last day in Lingnan, and the resort will be returned to the brothers in the gang to continue normal business. During this time, I have seen everyone's efforts. But there are only ten people who will go out to fight in boxing tomorrow, and people's talent is destined by God, and maybe some disciples can't reach the level of the real king of boxing after hard training in their lives, but I can say that our people in the dark night must be the dragon among all living beings, and they are real bloody men!"

"Good!oh!"

As soon as Long Banshan's words fell, the disciples below let out a shout that was enough to break through the sky, and the sound was extremely loud, and the birds in the woods in the courtyard of the resort were all startled, and the air was shaken.

The atmosphere was very peculiar, everyone had been working hard for the fighting tournament before, but when the day officially arrived, it was not just full of pride. Of course, the people who can go to the competition are high in head and infinite pride, but those disciples who have been practicing hard for so long and still have not been able to qualify are also very disappointed. The top ten kings of Chinese martial arts, once every ten years, if you miss it once, you will never have it again in this life.

In the hearts of this group of people who truly love the spirit of martial arts, the place of the Chinese Fighting Competition in their hearts is far more important than the position of the Olympic Games in the hearts of athletes. Although they could only hide underground because the world could not officially accept them, nothing was more cohesive than the spirit of martial arts.

At the beginning of boxing, it was to kill, to fight, to survive, to defend the homeland, to defend faith and dignity.

Perhaps more than any high-sounding theory, this truly primitive form of worship is worthy of respect.

But the protégés who didn't make it to the fighting tournament weren't jealous, they gave it, but they couldn't reach that height because of their talent. They are all diehards of the night, and they know what this once-in-a-decade fighting tournament means, so they sincerely bless the ten men and ten dead soldiers who will represent the night.

The reason why it is said to be a dead soldier is because the rules of the Chinese Fighting Competition are cruel. During the course of the fight, the fighter can choose any cold weapon, and killing the opponent is allowed. This is the same as the principle of underground black boxing, bloody and direct, but it is far more bloody than ordinary black boxing. Because the ten people who went out on the expedition had to face the top masters of the boxing sect with a military background in the north, as well as the demon-like boxers who were popular in the martial arts organization in the southwest and absorbed exotic skills.

It will be a journey to death, and no one who goes out will likely come back alive.

Long Banshan was also silent after saying something, his mood was also very complicated at this moment, he used to be one of the ten heavenly kings, and he personally experienced the fighting competition thirty years ago, he knew very well that he was sending the protégés of the dark night, including his only son Long Zihao, to the ghost gate.

If he can win half of the ten places, Long Banshan's greatest wish in this life can be realized. And Long Banshan has also passed the year of the sixtieth year, this is his last chance. The three billion dollars left by my father in the Swiss bank for the two parties of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party integrated the Dark Night Paradise again, and even withdrew the underground martial arts organization from the world to get a visible identity this time.

After the last gathering at the Fuli Resort in the dark night, except for the ten people who were about to go on the expedition, all the others were free to go out to play and release their hormones. Long Banshan and a few elders were in charge, each of them gave 10,000 yuan in cash, and more than 1 million yuan was distributed to the protégés below, and they went out to play as they pleased.

But none of the ten lords were allowed to leave, and they remained in the resort for final integration, and the six elders came to guide them personally. However, the head of Long Banshan himself and Long Zihao, the number one person among the ten main generals, were not present, and it was inconvenient for the six elders and the other nine fighters to ask, thinking that their father and son had a private conversation.

In fact, Long Banshan and Long Zihao did not meet, and both of them quietly left Fuli Resort.

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On a passenger boat near the river in Lingnan, Long Zihao, who had changed into casual clothes, drove over alone, got off the car and got on the boat at the ferry.

A burly man of about thirty years old came out of the passenger ship, wearing only a black vest in early spring, revealing well-defined dark muscles. This man's hair is very black and curly, his eyes are also very large and black, although he is also yellow-skinned, but it can be clearly distinguished that he is not Chinese.

When the big man saw Long Zihao, he first folded his hands and bent down slightly: 'Savadika'

Long Zihao also returned the salute: "Savadika!"

"Brother, we're finally meeting!" the Thai said, baring his white teeth and speaking in broken Mandarin.

Long Zihao nodded and smiled: "Kuncha, I haven't seen you for a year, you seem to be strong again!"

Kuncha smiled: "We people who practice Muay Thai are like this, they just look strong, or your Chinese kung fu is broad and profound." ”

"You're here alone?" Long Zihao didn't have time to continue greeting Kun Cha, but poked his head into the passenger ship and asked.

Kun Cha led Long Zihao into the door: "Of course not, the game is about to start, I will bring five of the best Muay Thai masters in our Thai Red Boxing Federation to support you!"

After Long Zihao walked in, he saw five swarthy men who looked very similar to Kuncha. Everyone is a perennial martial arts fighter, you can basically know that these people are not ordinary, Long Zihao nodded with satisfaction: "Thank you, Kuncha!"

Kuncha waved his hand: "There is no need to be polite between us, we, brothers, brothers!"

Several men inside the passenger ship pitted some kind of meat that Long Zihao couldn't recognize, as if they couldn't understand Chinese, their eyes were very sharp and silent, and they didn't show any friendliness or aggression.

"I repeat it again, if you can help me win the place of the Ten Heavenly Kings in the fighting tournament, three million each. If you can't get any of them, then I can only give you a total of 1 million, and I don't care if your people are dead or injured!"

When Long Zihao's words came out, a trace of strangeness flashed on Kuncha's face from Thailand, but he soon showed his big teeth again and laughed: "No problem, we are brothers, money is not the most important thing, I am here for you!"