In Wang Zihan's unwilling roar, the lighter with flames fell silently towards him, as long as the dazzling spark touched the high alcohol on his body, he would instantly become a burning man, and in this way, the rest of his life would be ruined

Aren't you afraid? That must be fake, even the most powerful warriors are afraid of mutilation and death, Wang Zihan is just an ordinary boy who grew up with a golden key in his mouth, and when he thinks that he will be engulfed by fire in a few seconds, he is already so frightened that his legs tremble and his teeth chatter.

However, Wang Zihan did not regret his behavior just now, although he didn't know where he got his confidence, but he believed that if he turned back time and let him choose again, he would still stand up and stop Ba Bulu without the slightest hesitation.

The lighter slowly fell, drawing a dazzling trail in the air, and quietly fell towards Wang Zihan

The moment was so long, the qiē in front of him seemed to slow down, and Wang Zihan could almost see the frequency of the flames on the lighter

Without any warning, just as the lighter was about to ignite the alcohol on Wang Zihan's body, a small white hand swept through the air like a ghost, and caught the lighter lightly

This qiē happened so suddenly that Wang Zihan didn't even realize that he had been pulled back from the brink of hell

I saw that Sofina had already stood beside Wang Zihan for some time, holding a noble cigar between her red lips, and her little hands kept playing with the lighter she had just received, with an indifferent and leisurely expression.

Sofina silently moved the flame of the lighter towards the cigar, and after lighting it, she took a deep breath, then elegantly exhaled a puff of smoke rings, and smiled mysteriously: "The class test is over, full score of ten, Wang Zihan, guess how many points you scored?" ”

Wang Zihan was stunned for a long time, and he didn't react at all to what the situation was, what the hell was the classroom test? After being stunned for a long time, he subconsciously replied, "How many points do you get?" ”

"Fuck your sister!" Without warning, Sofina kicked at the door of Wang Zihan's face, kicking his nosebleed out, and then said disdainfully, "It's good to give you four points!" Knock on your cowardice, scream louder than anyone else, what to run, what don't do anything to my friends, what don't underestimate the Chinese man, the scream is good, and the slightest action is nothing? You're going up and fighting! If you have the guts to roar, don't you have the guts to take a bottle and slam it at the back of the's head? ”

Wang Zihan was completely stunned, so that he didn't realize that he was bleeding from the nose, in fact, if he was asked to evaluate himself, or from the standards of the public, he could stop Ba Bulu from committing violence in Huaxia without fear of life and death, and defend the dignity of Huaxia, which was already a heroic move, but when it came to Teacher Suo's mouth, how could it become a coward

"Words without action are just cowards being strong, remember this sentence for me, Wang Zihan" Sofina suddenly changed into an appreciative smile and said lightly, "Of course, although I only gave you four points, but anyway, four points is already a passing score, and you should feel honored to be able to pass my test, you should feel honored that the last time I gave Zhao An a test, he got a zero score." ”

What Sofina said was naturally the last time she took Zhao An to the street to make trouble.

"Don't compare me to Zhao An," Wang Zihan muttered quietly.

Sofina snorted lightly and didn't answer Wang Zihan again, only to see her bypass Babulu, who was frozen in place, and silently sat back next to Xiaomi, who was also in a daze, and then leisurely wrapped one arm around Xiaomi's back, put it on Xiaomi's fragrant shoulder, and said with a smile: "It's almost, I'm also too idle to panic, it's time for me to play, hey,, your name is Baburu?" I ask you, have you ever fought black boxing? ”

After hearing Sofina's question, Baburu couldn't help but be surprised, he could see through his details at a glance, this woman was not as stupid as she looked! I saw that Baburu was silent for a long time, and said coldly: "Yes, you know me?" ”

Wang Zihan's heart has begun to call his mother, this is the end, this Baburu is actually a black boxer

What is Black Boxer? Any nobody who fights black boxing can easily beat the boxing champion of a regular game, and Baburu can be favored by the Tianhu Gang, he must have made a lot of fame!

This is good, what should you do with Teacher Suo? You scolded the whole family, it's strange that people are willing to let you go! No matter how good you are, no matter how good you are, can you beat the black boxer? Wang Zihan was bitter, his face turned green, and he knew that he had caused a big disaster.

But Sofina's expression didn't seem to change, and she smiled mysteriously: "Since you are a black boxer, do you know Brooke?" ”

"Brooke?!" A hint of shock flashed in Babble's eyes, and he said with some wistfulness, "You mean Brooke, who was lucky enough to board the Queen Victoria to compete in the Black Fist Tournament and was nicknamed 'Soviet Giant Bear'?" That myth of the Black Fist who was undefeated in 32 consecutive battles? ”

"Mythology? Puff ha" Sofina burst into laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she rolled on the couch as she laughed maniacally, "You call that bear a myth?" Poofha, Mr. Babulu, your funny skills are even better than Chaplin! ”

"Shut up! Brooke is the god of war in the hearts of all black fighters! Thirty-two consecutive wins are a record that no one has ever broken! He deserves the word myth! Bablu pointed his finger at Sofina and asked in a cold voice, "And you, how did you know about me and Brooke?" Could it be that you also care about black boxing? ”

"I don't care, a group of little kids are just beating each other in pants, what's there to see?" Sofina shrugged her shoulders indifferently, and in order not to let Xiaomi and Wang Zihan understand, she said silently in the African language, "Brooke used to be a dog under my control, but this dog is so wasteful, so I threw him on the black market in a fit of anger and sold him to someone else as a black boxer." ”

"You tease me!" Baburu roared suddenly, his chest heaved violently, his nostrils were hot, and he roared like a bull, "You are not allowed to insult the god of war in the Black Fist Realm!" You know, if I throw you in the black ring, you won't even be able to last ten seconds! ”

"Oh? Is it? It's not like I haven't played before" Sofina took off the cigar in her mouth, silently flicked the ashes, and smiled weirdly, "Do you know who the 'wolf' is?!" ”

If Brooke's name made Babru feel longing and admiration, then the word wolf brought only despair and trembling

The black boxing world and mercenary organizations are often in common, and it is likely that a prominent black boxer will be favored by the mercenary organization and become a mercenary fighter.

And many active mercenary soldiers will also take advantage of their normal fineness to participate in some black boxing competitions to earn extra money, and people like Brooke who are sold to fight black boxing because of their low military strength should be regarded as a special case.

In general, the mercenary system is several notches higher than the Black Fist, and the "Skeleton Wolf" is the most famous executioner in the mercenary world, and this number one butcher feared by everyone has also been on the Black Fist ring, and as for its purpose, it is naturally money.

Was it a game with odds as high as 1::1000 and 1000 crushing wolves winning? No, 1000 crushed wolves defeated.

Why?

Because, it was a one-on-many match in a large underground gladiatorial arena.

How many are you in one pair? One-on-two? One against ten? One against twenty? The inaccurate number is one hundred and seventy-two.

Why one hundred and seventy-two? This is a very casual decision made by the wolf himself based on his height

One hundred and seventy-two, on one side is the wolf alone, and on the other side is one hundred and seventy-two powerful black boxers, all of them have been baptized by hellish black fists, each with blood on their hands, and each of them is proficient in more than a hundred cruel fighting techniques that kill people.

The odds are 1:1000, this is a game without suspense, and this kind of odds means that after professional analysis by experts from all sides, the chance of winning the wolf is almost zero!

But what was the result?

Not many people have personally watched that game, most of them are the top giants in the dark world, however, no one will forget the tragic situation after that game

After the match, the wolf stood intact on the gladiatorial arena, the thick scarlet blood that covered her white ankles like an ocean, and the sea of blood floated densely packed with stumps and broken arms, shattered internal organs, and miserable heads.

In a corner of the gladiatorial arena, one hundred and seventy-two mutilated corpses were piled up high into a small mountain, like a slaughterhouse of human flesh, and the terrifying smell of blood filled every corner of the air.

All the giants of the dark world who watched this game had long forgotten what fear was and what blood was, but after that game, all of them had stomach cramps and vomited on the spot, and the hell in front of them reawakened the tremors in their souls.

No one will forget Jì's long platinum hair wet with blood, no one will forget Jì's deep scar that runs through his left eye, no one will forget Jì's charming lips that are more scarlet than blood, and no one will forget Jì's beautiful little face that is as beautiful as an angel and cruel as a demon

Although all the giants did not mention the situation of the game after the match, the result of this match leaked out of nowhere, and for a while, everyone in the entire black boxing world was terrified, fearing that their next opponent would be a wolf.

What does it mean to win a one-on-one match of one hundred and seventy-two? This also means that the wolf is a god, a god who judges life and death and takes people's lives when he raises his hand

Fortunately, after participating in such a match, Skeleton Wolf did not participate in any form of black boxing competition again, for only one reason, that is, she felt that her opponent was too weak to arouse any interest, so she took the prize money and left.

In this way, the name of the Skeleton Wolf spread from the mercenary world to the Black Fist world, but the ridiculous thing is that all the Black Boxers know the person of the Skeleton Wolf, but no one knows what this Grim Reaper looks like.

Because the only ones who knew what the wolf looked like were the giants who had watched the game, but they didn't mention it, and even when they heard the name of the wolf, they were terrified

With all kinds of legends and aura, coupled with the horror of the giants, the Black Fist began to circulate such a sentence: The name of the wolf is the name of the god of death

The word wolf has been equated with death

Therefore, after Sofina said the word wolf, Baburu only felt a cold air rushing down from his back and spreading to his whole body, making him feel as if he had fallen into a cold ice cave in the far north, so he said in horror: "Who are you and what is the relationship between you and the wolf?!" ”