Born in a small country in the middle of a vast African continent, Blackjack suffered from war and hunger like his fellow citizens, but he was one of the lucky ones, and by the time he was 15 years old, he had grown to a height of 1.8 meters, although famine had hollowed out his body, and his scrawny frame had little strength to speak of. But as a minor, such a tall body was favored by an athlete coach.

Sixteen-year-old Blackjack made his first appearance on the stage of his boxing career.

Although that fight brought more than a dozen old troubles to his still underdeveloped body, the moment he finally knocked out the semi-professional fighter has become an eternal memory for him.

In the following years, Blackjack galloped in the boxing arena of his homeland, and finally became the new boxing champion. However, the small country is destined to not allow him to develop more, and the meager funds obtained from the competition cannot help his parents and brothers in the slums to escape the torment of poverty. As a result, the new generation of boxing champions chose to develop in China.

With a strong physique of 2.2 meters and an infinite desire for his dreams, Blackjack's name has risen to fame in the underground boxing scene in Guangzhou. The large amount of money won easily helped the family get rid of hunger and cold, and they lived a happier life than the middle class in their homeland. And his deeds have also become an inspirational legend in his hometown.

Black Jack, who has gained fame and fortune, finds himself increasingly unhappy, and although he can speak and listen to the local Mandarin, the color of his skin and the inability to put on the stage of the underground black fist make him feel that his original intention is contrary to his original desire. What he needs is to be in the ring with all eyes on him, to defeat every opponent who challenges him for the boxing throne openly, and to leave a glorious glory in the annals of boxing history.

Like most disoriented young people, the lost generation of boxers began to indulge in the virtual network, and as a member of the virtual world, he would never miss the first day of the Creation God Domain. Naturally, there is no suspense in the real virtual world.

Here, there is no nationality system, and there is no national legal system that hinders the development of irregular fighters, and there is no need to sneak around and wield gloves in extremely hidden underground competitions as before.

Blackjack suddenly discovers that the Creation God Domain is simply his ideal paradise. Even if you kill your opponent, you don't have to worry about any aftermath.

He was destined to be the king of the Blood and Sand Arena.

Today is a rare life-and-death match, and few brave people spontaneously participate in this competition that makes everyone on and off the stage crazy. Blackjack cautiously stares down at the challenger in front of him, who is only half a head shorter than himself (though Blackjack knows that his opponent is not trying to claim his title). The same sturdy thick plate body is draped in purple high-quality leather armor. The two huge axes were as heavy as light in the hand, and the lethality of the weapon could be seen from the appearance alone, especially against a half-naked fighter like Black Jack.

"Hey, you're not going to just wear a fig leaf to fight me, are you?" The challenger with the axe shouted arrogantly.

Blackjack didn't show any anger, he lifted the gold belt around his waist with his big fan-sized hands, pouted, and said, "You came to the stage to say the same question like every fighter who challenged me, but they all know the answer now, and I'm still standing here." ”

"Interesting," the challenger said, holding up the axe in his left hand, "I'd like to know what made you arrogant enough to face my bloodthirsty double axe with your flesh and blood." ”

"You'll know the answer in no time." Blackjack hates bickering because the audience is starting to get dissatisfied, he doesn't like to disappoint the audience, and he doesn't like to dwell too much on words. He skillfully donned his own exclusive weapon, the King Kong Gauntlet: the nimble joints did not prevent him from making any gestures he wanted, the sharp five-finger tips were comparable to the spearhead of a spear of the same quality, and its high-quality quality came with three attributes, simple but very practical.

The challenger seemed to have never seen a fist glove made of all-metal and asked, "You just brought such a weapon to fight me to the death?" ”

Blackjack moved the joints of his hands, making a crunch sound characteristic of the friction between bones: "The weapon is not good or bad, the key is to suit yourself." I'll tell you, I can buy weapons with better stats and higher quality, but I still like to use this. You know why? ”

The challenger replied with interest: "Tell me about it." ”

"Victory with too good weapons is too direct and too easy, and it makes the audience think that the victory is due to the good weapon, not my exquisite craftsmanship. You see," Blackjack said, holding up his hands wrapped in mechanical fists, "halved durability loss, increased attack speed by 8%, increased critical strike chance by 5%, three very common attributes, so that no one can question that victory comes from my own strength and not from relying on weapons." ”

"Very good, I can see that you are a very competitive man,, I don't like your skin color, but it's a pleasure to have a life-and-death duel with someone like you, our level happens to be level 31, and the weapons are the same as the boutique level, but I took advantage of the armor. I also want this to be a fair duel, so you go back and put on armor of the same quality as me now. ”

"Don't underestimate people." Black Jack snorted, like oiled shiny skin swelling up, and green tendons erupted under the skin, and at first glance it seemed as if there were countless earthworms wriggling in it.

……

"Look, Blackjack has exploded!" The players sitting in the front row of the audience stood up excitedly, and many people echoed it.

"Blackjack is going all out!"

"It's so rare, I haven't seen Blackjack get three laps bigger."

"Stupid, that's his starting hand with all his strength."

"Really? Sure enough, it was a game that people were looking forward to. ”

"Nonsense, otherwise we wouldn't be sitting here enjoying twice the market price of bad wine."

"Haha, I'm betting on Jack, and it looks like this one can finally be turned over."

"Flip it? Beware of losing your money. ”

"Bastard, see how I'll tear your crow's mouth later."

……

The audience became more and more noisy, and everyone said a word, pushing the atmosphere of the arena to **.

The opponent was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and after a roar, blood crawled all over his body, and a faint smell of blood came to his face, making Black Jack mistakenly think that the red was blood.

"This is your 'blood rage'?" Blackjack asked.

"Hehe, it seems that my battle with the crow spread quite quickly." Sea Tiger Road.

"Every player who defeats the Order, even with the help of drugs, is strong enough to dominate the side. Your deeds are well-known, otherwise why would the odds of the battle between you and me be one to one? ”

"It seems that everyone thinks it's a tough battle."