Hearing Shikov mention the term, Ling Yun's mind naturally conjured up a bloody image of a fighter in the ring striking his opponent in the head with a powerful high kick that sent him tumbling to the ground like a felled tree, and the crowd erupted in deafening cheers, and the knocked out boxer would soon die of severe brain damage; This is the nightmare of the martial arts world - black market boxing.

Casualties are extremely common in black market boxing, with serious injuries occurring in almost every fight at the top level, and the death rate is surprisingly high. Once you're in the ring, you have only two options: kill or cripple or be killed.

For what was privately called the highest-level boxing match, Ling Yun had only heard of it, but he had never seen it in reality, so he couldn't help but murmur twice and whispered a repeat, "Black market boxing match?

"Yes, this form of competition, which is outside of the orthodox fighting ethic, has a history almost as old as the fighting itself, and black market boxing can be found in almost every corner of the world. ”

This is an obvious geographical advantage, Ling Yun, who is "unfamiliar with life" here, only knows so many people, and almost all the people who come and go are in his list of strangers.

Finally, when he turned the third corner and there was no more beautiful woman in the corridor in front of him, Shikov turned his head to look at Ling Yun with a helpless look on his face, and asked with a smile: "Do you know, what is the highest knockout rate in the world?"

Ling Yun has been walking around outside, so he has also simply learned some basic fighting skills, so he is not unfamiliar with the basic common sense of martial arts, and replied directly without thinking about it: "The fighting matches with the highest knockout rate in the world are nothing more than Muay Thai fights, free fighting competitions and unlimited fighting matches. ”

"The knockout rate of these fights is really high, but it is really a drop in the bucket compared to the black market boxing tournaments, which almost always have a 100% knockout rate, and these new bloods who came out of the Siberian training camp are all the best in the world black market boxing tournaments who can kill multiple opponents in a row. ”

"Black market boxing?"

As they spoke, they had passed through a large door into a large basement training ground, which was full of guys waving their fists and arms.

"The fighters at the Siberian training camp come from a complex background, including unruly fighters and notorious street fighters, but once they step into the camp, they can only become fighting machines; the camp is surrounded by power grids, mines, heavily armed guards, and any resistance will lead to death; the leaders have hired many senior black market boxing instructors to train them, even the former Soviet KGB martial arts instructors and some famous martial arts masters. ”

In the cell, Shikov gave Ling Yun the information of the fighters, and then showed him a video of their training in Siberia and their fights on the black market in various parts of the world for Ling Yun to enjoy.

From day one, fighters are faced with the choice between survival and death, as the instructors at the Siberian training base are staggeringly demanding. Completed 600 100-kilogram squats in two hours, kicked a 30-inch stake in four hours, wrestled with six wolfdogs with bare hands in a closed room, and wrestled with two coaches with G-sticks in their bare hands. Many people were killed or wounded, dead and seriously injured during training, those who were difficult to treat were buried, and those who refused to train were executed on the spot.

Here, too, the most incredible demands are considered legitimate, and the fighters are just the products here, and the substandard ones are destroyed on the spot. Fighters above 90 kg must achieve a squat of more than 400 kg, break a 20-inch stake with one kick, and those who fail to meet the deadline will be put to death. Coaches often sneak into the fighters' dormitories at night and whip them with whips until the fighters have developed a skill that wakes them up and reacts quickly at the slightest noise. Fighters sometimes had to run around the 400-metre training ground for up to two hours and climb more than 100 flights of stairs back and forth, and those who failed to meet the requirements were severely beaten or executed on the spot. Sometimes a fighter who makes a mistake is given a "chance" to be lenient, with a grizzly bear for 20 minutes and someone who can come out without serious injury is forgiven.

Among those who came out of the training camp in Terror Siberia, Shikov specifically mentioned the noteworthy guys who had been trained there only a few years ago.

"Tang Long"'s real name is Frank Chen, and his Chinese name is Chen Jinsheng, who was born in Hsinchu, Taiwan. Although he likes to call himself "Tang Long," the fighters call him "Shark." No nickname is enough to illustrate his ferocity. The boxing world recognizes the period of his reign as the darkest in the history of boxing. It is fair to say that his attacks were the strongest in the entire twentieth century. None of his victories lasted more than four minutes, and the strongest fighters looked weak when it came to Chen. Even if he escapes, it is difficult to avoid his sharp "big axe".

Attached: Frank Chen (1951~1979) is 1.81 meters tall and weighs 94 kilograms. Bench press 125 kg. Squat 585 kg. Record: 96 wins in 97 fights, 95 of which were kills.

Marcus, who can break a 27-inch iron pillar with one kick, kick 4 times a second, and kill a polar bear with his bare hands. He brought the bitter cold of Siberia into the black market boxing arenas of the world. Almost all of his first six opponents were killed by him with a single move, and it took no more than two minutes in total.

"The Demon King of Hell" Anthony Marcus, the most powerful fighter in human history. When it comes to the technique of killing people with bare hands, no one can compare to him. Many people have mixed feelings when they talk about him. He's a terrifying killing machine, but no one in the martial arts world has achieved anything like him. His chilling "steel leg sweep" left his opponent in despair. 167 wins in 168 official matches, 114 of which killed opponents on the spot.

If it is a master of the dark world, these records may not be surprising, but they are all ordinary humans who rely on the explosive power of muscle R to fight, and it is strange that if these appalling data are circulated, they will only be regarded as fantasy by people who don't know the inside story.

Knowing the true strength of these fighters from the data and videos, Ling Yun, who had a "charming" smile on his face, suddenly turned his head and looked at Shikov beside him with an "affectionate gaze", at this time this polar bear was really as cute as seven dwarfs in his eyes.

Shikov, who was stared at uncomfortably by Ling Yun's "affectionate gaze", thought that the guy in front of him had transformed after the previous transformation. may also have some subtle changes in physical functions, so he hurriedly preemptively declared: "Don't look at me like this, I don't have that special hobby!"

"Hobbies, what special hobbies?"

Looking at Shi Coop's scared look, Ling Yun, who had not yet reacted to what was going on, was slightly stunned for a moment, and then seemed to casually continue to circle and sketch with a ballpoint pen on the information, and finally said lightly: "I want these few people, and the others will be left to other departments!"

"You just want these people, you're really generous!"

Taking over the list of information from Ling Yun's hand, Shikov was dumbfounded when he looked at the names on the list that had been drawn with ballpoint pen, and read the names of these chosen ones very helplessly: "Giant M" Charangiella, "Death Star" Paul Blanton, "Evil G" Jose Rafio, "Big Devil" Sonny Liston, "Little Devil" George Foreman, "Hungry Ghost" Richard Schick, "King of Leg Sweeping" Vince Barak, "Devil" William Russell, "Rip" Riclapid, King of Side Kicks "Ripped" Riclapid, "Bulldozer" Christy Pauli, " Octopus "Grace Lee."

Ling Yun is going to leave almost all the elites, that is to say, the real elites cultivated by the organization this time have basically been circled by him and none of them have been left behind, no wonder those guys of the Jewish Holy Order will call him the "Eastern Demon", in the eyes of Shikov, he is definitely an out-and-out "Eastern Demon" now.

Shangri-La Hotel, London, a 50-storey solitary bee-style building funded by Hell, stands in a prime location on the high-rise Champs-Lined Boulevard in England.

The banquet began at 8 p.m. sharp, in the Colombian-style hall on the top floor.

This ornate hall is clearly well-designed, surrounded by trellises and bonsai to accentuate the elegance and grace of the atmosphere, while the walls are adorned with world-famous paintings, wall coverings and other works of art.

In addition to the senior members of the organization, there were also some celebrities and magnates, and as in other salons that filled the high society, the men talked loudly and the women laughed, and in the middle of the hall there was a space for the dance floor, where a dozen pairs of men and women were dancing under the performance of a band in the corner of the hall.

At the farthest point from the dance floor, long tables are covered with delicate embroidered cloth cushions, and a variety of rare delicacies are available for purchase, while a special chef waits to satisfy the more special tastes of some guests.

Many tray waiters dressed in white clothes, black pants and red bow ties weave through the crowd, and their plates are lined with a variety of fine wines for guests to taste.

Holding a wine glass casually, Ling Yun leaned his whole body on the handrail of the stairs with an impeccable smile on his face, and dealt with those guys who kept talking to him, as if he wanted to get some benefit from him.

The red Y body rotates slowly in the cup, the red bright Y body in the cup looks crystal clear and translucent in the dim light, the red is very affectionate, and the bright one is also very elegant; I took a sip of wine, from the mouth to the heart, the aroma then overflowed from the heart, and there was a kind of spicy and slight bitterness after the sweet and sour.

At this time, after tasting the black pepper steak cooked by the Italian chef, Shikov walked up to Ling Yun with a smile and said, "It's a good show, it's going to be staged soon!"

"It's just a boring fight of some beasts, and it's not a good show!"

Soon after, under the arrangement of several members of the organization in special uniforms, the members of the Hell Order took the elevator to the underground boxing arena located under the building, and the gentlemen and celebrities then took out a special gold card and took another elevator into the bloody underground world, because every night falls, when darkness triumphs over light, there is a blood-boiling bloody fight here - a madly suffocating black market boxing match.

Under the illumination of countless bright S lights, an extravagant fighting arena appeared in front of everyone like a miracle, this 1,000-square-meter fighting arena is mainly yellow, with four huge ancient wrestler pillars in the middle, the wide column body is decorated with beautiful reliefs, and the entire stadium has four entrances and exits surrounded by stepped seats.

The arena is surrounded by barbed wire, and when the fighters enter through the corner of the barbed wire, an electric current is not enough to kill but can ensure the safety of the guests, as long as these guests do not rush to the nearest place because of the momentary forgetfulness, then their safety can be guaranteed, after all, those black market fighters who start a frenzy can do anything.

Those so-called gentlemen and celebrities are here, they can completely release the dull tyrannical emotions in their hearts, of course, there are also people who come here to find handsome men and beautiful women to be bed partners, anyway, no one will know each other after tonight.

"These upper-class aristocrats, why don't they go and watch those orthodox boxing matches?"

In fact, it is very simple, to take the words of these high-class aristocrats: "Why should we go to see those clowns who are bored? Those so-called boxing champions, Muay Thai champions, and fighting champions may not even need a minute here, and they will be killed directly." ”

Ling Yun was sitting on the south side of the VIP area closest to the arena, he was wearing an Italian handmade suit today, his eyes were like flames exuding endless arrogance and arrogance, his body revealed a trace of wildness, and the whole person looked energetic.

Two big men sat beside him, one on the left and one on the right, and their postures were straight, and even the slightest shaking had never been seen. These two are one of the two strongest black market fighters that Ling Yun has just picked.

Standing to his left is Christy Pauli "Bulldozer", who is cruel and murderous, calm and cold-blooded, and seems to have lost human feelings.

In the right hand position is "Octopus" Grace Lee, who is like a beast that chooses people to devour, his spirit is in high tension all the time, and his body is in a state of battle at any time.

"It's a really nice place. ”

Ling Yun couldn't help but look at the breast-enlarged fat arms of some nearby ladies and celebrities with undisguised eyes, and wondered if he would get two stunners to the bed later. When his gaze met that of these well-dressed beauties in the air, he would raise the gold whiskey in his hand and make a polite gesture to the other party, while the bold beauties deliberately made sultry poses for him to admire.

"Kill, kill him, kill him. A tsunami-like shout of killing came from all sides, and the game officially began.

The rich who have burned their heads with alcohol have completely taken off the mask of morality, and behind the mask of hypocrisy hides the ** of endless man-eating demons.

"What a bunch of nasty flies. ”

In Ling Yun's eyes, these richly dressed people who seemed to be gentlemen and gentlemen were far more annoying than real scumbags, at least those gangsters had never concealed their true nature. In contrast, on the contrary, it is the aristocracy who wants to be a **** and set up an archway that is disgusting.

Fast, quite fast, just like Ling Yun saw from the data, the first fight ended in less than two minutes.

(End of chapter)