With countless Kong Ming lanterns, flying into the sky, the sky of Shengjing City is decorated with colors. The Festival of Lights has finally passed.

After the end of the year, countless people have started a new life in the longing for the new year.

There is no post-holiday laziness in the dark city, and life here has just begun, and it requires everyone's efforts.

At least, when Lei Shaoting returned to Eagle Wings, he was a little less gloomy, his eyes were brighter, and his work was more neat.

An off-road vehicle, running on the streets of Shengjing City.

The driver was the famous gunman of Huatianguo, Yuan Ming. In the co-pilot, sat Long Ruoshui, who was dressed in red. In the back seat, there is Lin Ruochen, the king of the dark city and the owner of the Qianlong Martial Arts Pavilion, and his only disciple, Xiaolang.

Through the rearview mirror, Yuan Ming saw that Lin Ruochen's eyes were slightly closed, as if he had completely lost the vigilance he had always had when he first met. But he could clearly see that Lin Ruochen's two ears were trembling slightly.

He smiled, this is like a hedgehog with spikes all over his body, seemingly docile, as long as the slightest wind and grass moves, he will enter a state of rage in an instant.

This is very good, it seems that even if it is the first time to enter the underground fighting arena, this kid has no possibility of suffering.

The car was parked in a non-remarkable-looking mountain lodge.

Yuan Ming was familiar with the road and walked in front. Long Ruoshui and Lin Ruochen whispered and laughed, like a couple who were going green. Xiao Lang looked left and right, everything here was incomparably new to him.

After walking for almost twenty minutes, Lin Ruochen's eyes gradually widened.

He never thought that the so-called underground fighting arena was really underground! He also thinks that it is just a colloquial term for the place to get rid of normal supervision.

It looks like a dungeon, spacious and bright, and the sunlight introduced by various lens technologies shines in as if it were nature, and there is no sense of oppression in the underground building that you imagined.

Lin Ruochen was surprised to find that there was a small courtyard similar to a courtyard!

Yuan Ming took out a gold card, swiped it at the door, and the courtyard door opened, and a small courtyard of more than 30 square meters happened to be surrounded by four independent small houses.

"Let's pack up, rest for a few minutes, and then go to the real arena."

Long Ruoshui also smiled when he saw the shocked looks of the master and apprentice, took his small box from Yuan Ming's hand, and walked towards the house in front.

A few minutes later, Lin Ruochen and the two walked out of the house on the left. In fact, they really didn't have anything to clean up, they just took a turn with interest.

Lin Ruochen, who grew up in Chashan Town, and Xiaolang, who grew up in the dark city, these two people, to be honest, this kind of place, let alone the first time they came, they hadn't even heard of it before!

"Master! Is this underground? How I can't feel it at all. You say, how did the sunlight in this courtyard come in? It's still warm, it's definitely not the lights. ”

Xiaolang completely turned into a child, pulling Lin Ruochen around, although he deliberately lowered his voice, but under the excitement, it was not much lighter than normal speech.

"I think our dark city is quite rich now, and now it seems that our horizons are still too narrow. Look at the good things and remember these good things, and we will be more powerful when we live. ”

Lin Ruochen shrugged helplessly. How does he know! He's also a first-time visitor, right?

"So, you know what it's like for them to be trapped in the mountains for thirty years, right? They always felt that this was what they deserved. This is a temptation, and once they feel that they have a chance to regain control of this world, I don't think they care how many people die. ”

Long Ruoshui's voice was a little helpless, but it also flashed a little bit of steel.

"It's understandable that everyone wants to keep good things for themselves. But life is the same, and none of this can be above life. ”

Lin Ruochen nodded, and his mood calmed down.

"Wonderful? Can it also be called beautiful here? I think you'll change your mind soon. ”

Yuan Ming laughed, walked out of the house on the right, and stretched out his hand to open the courtyard door.

Underground fighting arena, divided into three areas. a members-only area with ten life-and-death fights every day; Grandmaster Arena for weekly Mondays; Occasionally arrange a large gambling battle in the God Fist ring.

Every ordinary registered member can bring three friends to spend in the member area at will. It's not just boxing, it's also about bars, shopping malls, restaurants, cinemas, you name it. To be precise, this is a comprehensive play area with boxing as the core project.

As for the Grandmaster Fighting Arena, the last ones who fought were all famous martial artists in Shengjing City. The underground fighting arena will also be advertised in advance, and the fee standard will naturally be increased a lot.

The God Fist Ring is the so-called black market gambling battle. Every boxing fight here involves hundreds of millions of cash. The number of places that can be watched is not just something that can be bought with money.

"Where do we go first?" Yuan Ming asked back.

Obviously, with the identity of Long Ruoshui, these three areas are unimpeded.

"Let's start with the Members Area." Lin Ruochen nodded and smiled when he saw Long Ruoshui's inquiring gaze.

A group of four people walked through a steel gate.

Huo Ran was cheerful in front of him, and it could be described as a lot of people.

Lin Ruochen was not interested in these consumption areas, and walked directly to the fighting ring.

Every hour, there will be a boxing match. In the audience, there were only fifty or sixty percent of the people. It's morning, and it's not prime time for the martial arts arena, but when it comes to the evening arena, it's going to be really full.

The four of them took their seats in the front row and waited for the next boxing match.

About a quarter of an hour later, an old man in his fifties and sixties stepped into the ring alone.

His hair has turned gray, his eyes are cloudy, and his skin has begun to sag. On the forehead and cheeks, there are numerous scars. He staggered and leaned directly on the seat in the corner of the ring, hunched over.

He is already old, and he has been malnourished for a long time, so that his body can no longer keep up with the consumption. So he knew that if he wanted to hold on to one more fight in the ring, he needed to save every effort as much as possible.

Ying Changrong withered in the corner of the boxing ring, because he was going to fight today, he barely ate a chicken rice for breakfast. 15 yuan for breakfast, for him, is too extravagant. There was no way, he needed that portion of chicken rice to give him a short burst of power.

His opponent today is a young boxer. He likes such opponents, because young people will attack fearlessly, and when they kill him, they will also leave him with easy counterattacks.

He had reached the point where he had to win today, the rent was a week overdue, and the landlord would not give him more than a day, even if he had lived there for twenty years.

Ying Changrong squinted his eyes and saw a young man in the stands opposite, looking at him very intently. Next to him was a fairy-like girl. The burly man next to him should be their bodyguard, and a child on the other side is looking left and right.

He decided to put on a show in the ring while he waited, and the tip they gave was higher than the prize money for winning the boxing match. These kids who are not rich or rich will not like fighters like him, and he must use a little skill to attract their attention.

Two minutes later, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, swaying from side to side, bowing his head, shrugging his shoulders, from time to time showing his fast and powerful jabs to his side, and when the punch came out, it would bring out a series of crisp sounds.

The young man climbed the cable of the ring with one hand, and a harrier turned over, flipped onto the ring in a chic manner, and defiantly glanced at the old guy opposite, and let out a strange scream.

In this kind of low-level boxing competition, the prize for victory is only 3,000 yuan, while the loser can only receive 500.

A young man like this often doesn't care about that little bit of bonus, what he wants is his reputation in this underground fighting arena. Only by making a name for himself can he participate in more advanced boxing matches and receive more generous rewards. For example, afternoon or night sessions.

Of course, his final destination is the Grandmaster Arena.

I heard that in a boxing match somewhere, even if the loser has a prize of more than 50,000 yuan.

As for the old guy in front of him, can he block his punch?

A middle-aged referee jumped onto the ring, stood in the center, and waved to the two fighters.

The young man walked lightly, jumping back and forth, and looked energetic. Ying Changrong slowly stood up and moved his steps forward. His eyes swept across the stage and saw that the young man was still staring at him, and smiled secretly.

The certainty of his harvest tip was a little bigger.

With a bang, the young man immediately unleashed his jab.

Ying Changrong bowed his waist, shrunk his head, and held his hands in front of him, without a trace of taking the initiative. Only when the fist reaches the body, will it be barely slapped to minimize the lethality of the opponent.

For the first three minutes, he barely even moved his feet. He had already received no more than twenty punches, but he always used his arm to cushion it in time, so that the young man's strength could not be penetrated.

The young man's several heavy punches all missed, and he wanted to knock him down with his legs several times, but he was also approached by Ying Changrong in time and resolved by hugging.

As soon as the paused gong sounded, Ying Changrong took a heavy breath, bent his waist, and sat on the leather chair in the corner of the ring.

The young man kicked hatefully, stomped in the ring, and did not sit down, but leaned on the cable casually, staring at the old man's eyes, flashing with a fierce light.

It's not fun at all!

He decided that in the next round, he would use his killer move to smash this old man like kraft candy into the ring!

As soon as the short 30 seconds arrived, the young man stepped forward quickly and pressed directly in front of the old man.

Another stormy attack, the corners of the old man's eyes had been cracked, blood was running down his cheeks, and it seemed that he would fall to the ground at any moment!

The young man didn't care about the massive loss of his physical strength, and his breathing was already heavy, but his eyes swept over the timer, and the bright red numbers on it had jumped to single digits!

At this moment, he saw that the old man seemed to be finally exhausted, his left foot was weak, and he stumbled to the side!

Without hesitation, jumping in the air, the young man leaned half sideways, his left arm stretched extremely out, and his back hand punched, like a sledgehammer, smashed over. The strength of the whole body, without a trace of reservation.

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