Ten years ago, the dungeon of Noxus. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The tavern was full of people.

In the center of the lobby, there is a space that is made of barbed wire to form a ten-step square circle, like a birdcage for people to see.

A burly and swarthy bearded man, and a powerful young man were being circled in the field, and the two were tentatively probing each other, circling the field.

"! Hit him! "The drinkers shouted impatiently outside, and from time to time their dirty hands pushed the people inside through the gaps in the iron mesh.

It is not uncommon for taverns in the dungeons of Noxus to have such "gladiatorial arenas", there is no law here, it is a city of sin full of poor people, criminals, thieves and vagabonds.

Especially now that it's late autumn. At the end of each autumn, the season of the Blood Arena will also end, and the champion will have the option to endure the test of the "battlefield" in addition to the prize money, and once he passes the test of nine deaths, he can enter the Third Army and become a Noxian soldier.

Then you can leave this dark and dirty dungeon forever and go to the glossy world of the earth.

So there are a lot of young men who are ready to move and want to go to the earthly world, and they will show their skills in the tavern, as if this is the battlefield of their dreams.

To participate in such a tournament, you only need to buy a glass of wine, but if you win, the money for that glass of wine will become your bet.

The little money is nothing to the people who come here to drink, and the drinkers just want to see them fight like lions, tearing each other's throats, and the more fierce the fight, the better, winning or losing, it doesn't matter. Anyway, they live a precarious life in this dungeon, and if they have money, they can only spend their days here, and without the recommendation of the military department, they can only live in this underground for the rest of their lives, and they will not see the light of day.

The young man finally couldn't hold his breath anymore, and under the encouragement of the drinkers, he rushed towards the big guy. In fact, he had thought about it, the big man had drunk a lot of wine, and when he moved, his center of gravity was unstable for a moment, so he seized the opportunity to rush over.

In such a posture, the big man must punch, he only needs to dodge sideways, and then hug his waist, the other party is a little drunk, unstable feet, he just throws him out in a wrestling style, and when the time comes, he will be dizzy and drunk, and he will not be able to get up.

The young man saw the big man's punch, dodged shortly, and quickly pounced.

The huge brute force grabbed him by the back collar, and the big man just raised his hand, and lifted him up and slammed it to the barbed wire.

There was a burst of cheers among the drinkers, and of course there was no shortage of foul words such as "damn" from the loser, and some even spat into the barbed wire.

The big guy walked towards the loser who was trying to get up, still without beauty, but with full power, he lifted it and threw it to the other end.

The young man, though strong, was like a weightless tuft of grass tossed around at will.

The gong sounded, and the outcome was decided.

The bodyguards opened the iron door and dragged the unconscious loser out.

Now that the bearded man had won the fourth game in a row, several of the drinkers who had won the money from him generously bought large glasses of draft beer from the boss and asked the bartender to bring them in.

"Cheers!" The bearded man, with his back against the pliable iron mesh, raised his glass to the people in the tavern, and poured it down, the rich foam hanging on his beard, and the excess wine overflowed his mouth and onto his chest.

A large glass of draught beer quickly bottomed out and was drunk dry in one go, and the big man waved the empty draught beer glass into the air, making a long burp and roaring.

The drunkard who sent the wine was actually not pure, this bearded man won four games in a row, the limelight was in full swing, and the odds were frighteningly high.

However, this big man drank an astonishing amount of alcohol, and just now he showed that he was drunk, and his body shook to confuse his opponent, and the people who were strong in alcohol would never come up with such a strategy, so that those who poured alcohol could not figure out when to bet on him to lose.

"Giant Bear-Chris! Four wins in a row! Is there anything else you'd like to challenge? ”

In fact, the big guy barely drank much.

The ragged boy sat in the corner, and since he came, he had been watching the game in this field, and his eyes seemed to have a hook. He was staring at the big Adam's apple.

He barely drank it, just let the wine fill his mouth and then flow from his neck to his chest, looking heroic and swallowing mountains and rivers, but he only drank that sip of wine every time, of course he would not get drunk.

"Little brother, do you want to try it?" The tavernkeeper greeted him.

"Me?" It took a moment for the boy to realize that the boss was calling him.

"Try it, try it." People laughed evilly and encouraged.

The boy looked thin, almost malnourished, with yellow hair in a mess, except for those blue eyes, which shone with the brightness of a young man.

"But ......"

"It's okay, just play, there's no loss." People began to agree with each other, and if the boy had entered, it would have been clear that even if the speculators were willing to bet money on him, their money would eventually end up in someone else's pocket.

"yes, yes, if you win, at least 1 to 16." Someone pointed to the odds card that the boss hung on the fence of the iron net.

"That...... I don't have money for alcohol. The boy squeezed out a sentence that made the drinkers laugh.

"Play. What are young people afraid of? The boss waved his hand heroically, "I have invited this wine, so I should bet it on you." A trade that doesn't lose money if you win or lose. ”

The yellow-haired boy nodded, "Okay." ”

The boss motioned to the bartender to give the boy a beer, which was a deep wheat color, almost dark red. The boy took a big sip and choked on his cough, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and walked into the "birdcage" in the middle of the tavern.

The iron door is locked at the back.

"Giant Bear-Chris! Scene 5! ”

Drinkers flocked to the bar to place their bets, and after a while, the bartender rang the gong and the game officially began.

"Wait!" The big guy Chris shook the iron bar with his big hand, and immediately made a rattling sound. "I'm betting on my previous winnings."

Everyone looked at him stunned, and only a few people knew the meaning of this sentence. When the boss changed the odds sign, they exclaimed.

"One to sixty-four."

Quadrupled directly.

"Boy, knock me down, and you'll get rich." Chris laughed, grinning.

The boy turned his head incredulously and looked at the amazing odds on the wooden cards. The big man suddenly raised his fist and swung it hard at the boy's cheek.

He threw a punch unpleasantly, and the boy raised his hand to block it, but the brutal force swept away his body, causing him to fall heavily into the barbed wire.

The boy spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, and the "giant bear" did not choose to follow directly, but stood in place, hooked his palm at the boy, and motioned for him to attack.