"Alright then, follow me."

The young man was also frightened by this fleeting cold aura, and instinctively took two steps back.

Lin Yue pinned the yellowed metal number plate stained with the blood of an unknown number of people on his chest, and followed the young man into the elevator without looking back.

Staring at the changing floor numbers on the elevator, the young man glanced at Lin Yue: "Why aren't you nervous?" That's the madman Shaq, and whoever fights him, it seems that no one has ever escaped, and he was killed in the first fight......"

"Because it will never be me who dies today."

Lin Yue glanced at him lightly, his eyes suddenly fell on his body, the terrifying spiritual power carrying the bloody momentum of the battlefield seemed to have the power to penetrate the soul, and it penetrated through the young man's mind, that kind of terrifying eyes actually frightened him as if he had lost his soul, standing on the spot in a daze, not daring to make any move.

He has also been in the bloody city for some years, and he has seen many murderous fighters, but there has never been a person as terrifying as this person!

This kind of killing intent seems to be bland, but it seeps into every part of the skin, bones, blood and even the soul, and he instinctively gives birth to an unprecedented sense of crisis, as long as the other party's killing intent moves, he can completely wipe him out without making a move.

He didn't dare to say much anymore, and silently led the way in front.

Lin Yue followed him and walked into the second basement floor.

As he entered the hall, he heard a loud shout, and the thousands of seats were already occupied, all waving bills and beers in their hands. His expression was excited, staring at the only arena in the middle of the floor.

There are two warriors wielding weapons to fight to the death, one wielding a single knife and the other wielding a mace.

In this ring, except for the use of hot weapons other than firearms, any other cold weapons can be used, even if you have enough money to buy a concussion electromagnetic knife, no one will prohibit you from bringing it to the ring.

But with that kind of financial resources, who would come here desperately to fight to the death like a clown, fighting to the death with others?

At this time, the two people in the ring were already covered in blood, and before they stepped out of the elevator, the two had already staged a half-time brutal fight.

Lin Yue walked towards the number plate scheduling near the ring, and looked at the two people on the stage seriously.

It can be seen that these two middle-aged people are not the first time to go to such a life and death ring. Whether it is the aura they exude, or the ruthlessness and decisiveness when they make a move, they are far better than those in the recruit camp who only do basic training every day.

The two are not at the same grade at all.

This is a life-and-death battle in the ring, and it is nearing the end.

The strong man who used the mace shouted angrily, the muscles all over his body were swollen, and the green tendons were like dragons, wielding hundreds of pounds of huge weapons, and he hit the man with a single knife with the momentum of Mount Tai!

The huge mace was like a hammer swung by the gods, smashing down with the sound of wind and thunder!

The single-knife man didn't dare to resist, rolled on the spot, dodged, and at the same time attacked with a single knife, cutting a narrow knife on the strong man's leg, and blood splashed everywhere.

The strong man didn't seem to feel it, he raised the mace and slammed it down, he was infinitely powerful, this punch grazed the ear of the man with a single knife with the sound of the wind, dodged a stick, but there was no way to dodge the second stick, only a single knife was across the arm, and the arms were crossed to resist!

With a bang, the single knife was deformed by the mace, and the single knife man was also smashed by the fierce force and his shoulder was dented a large piece, and even the sternum was broken a lot, blood was spilled from the mouth, and there was no god in his eyes, and he was not alive.

The strong man brandished his mace and raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar!

"Roar~~!"

Countless people yelled wildly, waving their bills and glasses.

This kind of life-and-death killing, imbued with the aesthetics of violence, is the one that most stimulates the passion latent in people's hearts.

The strong man won, staggering out of the ring, leaving bloody footprints on the ground.

The wound on his leg was extremely deep, almost bone, and it seemed to have hurt the blood vessels, and the blood was gushing endlessly, even if he was as strong as an ox, after bleeding so much, he couldn't help but feel a little dizzy, and hurriedly left this deadly ring and went to the doctor for treatment.

For these fighters, the body is the guarantee of whether they can survive tomorrow.

After the strong man stepped down, he quickly rushed up two waiters, dragged the corpses on the podium away, and at the same time quickly cleaned up the blood stains in the ring.

Looking at their skillful movements, it was clear that this was not the first time this kind of thing had been done.

Next, a middle-aged man who looked like a referee walked into the ring, and the sound was heard through the loudspeaker in his hand throughout the underground hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in the next finale, let's throw up our hands and bills and warmly welcome our invincible fighter who swept the Circle, Shaq 'Madman'!!"

As the referee shouted, the noisy crowd was quiet for a while, and then even more boiling noise.

A big black man jumped into the ring, his eyes were like falcons, staring straight around, and his muscles as hard as rocks made everyone feel his horror. His hands are so strong that he can easily tear a punch into several pieces.

Maniac, Shaq.

In the arena, the noise came and went, because the madman Shaq was already on the stage, but the opponent Fifty-two did not appear.

At this time, a scantily dressed little maid twisted her waist and walked to the stage, and said with the power of amplification: "Everyone! I just received the news that No. 52 had escaped due to cowardice and had been killed by Lord Akslaus himself, but the wonderful game was not canceled! There is a mysterious No. 64, who will take the place of No. 52, to challenge the seventeenth 'madman' Shaq, who has won four consecutive victories! The original bet will still work! ”

At the same time, an indifferent man threw a bloody human head into the hall.

The spectators saw a bloody head thrown in, and they had already guessed the fate of the fifty-two, and when they heard that the game would continue, their emotions rose again.

Judging from the voices of the audience, the vast majority of people who are optimistic about Shaq who has won many consecutive victories in previous games, so when placing bets, more spectators fell to Shaq's side, and only a small number of people who originally bet on No. 52 had a bit of luck with this new mysterious figure.

"Now, please come to the stage on the sixty-fourth!"

Lin Yue took a breath, he knew it was time for him to play.

He took out a mask to cover half of his face, and he stepped into the ring step by step.

At this moment, he knew that he had stepped into the line between life and death.

Here, there is no jousting.

There is only life and death here.

……

Tonight, the underground boxing scene welcomed a new fighter.

Almost every day, there will be new fighters in the underground boxing world, and many fighters who are full of ambition and hope to earn a lot of money want to show their strength, but they have no experience, so generally the newcomers will choose some weaker fighters at the beginning, and when they accumulate experience, they will slowly choose more powerful fighters.

But tonight is different, tonight's senior boxing tournament ushered in a new fighter actually set the target - the first person in the senior boxing tournament today, the "madman" Shaq, who is about to become a top boxer.

"Madman" Shaq, strong strength, even if placed in the top boxers, it is also more powerful, in the high-level boxing competition, there is no opponent at all, because of the rules of the underground boxing world, no matter how strong you are, at most directly enter the high-level boxing competition, although the strength of the "madman" Shaq is a top boxer, but because of the rules of the underground boxing world, he can only fight in the high-level boxing competition.

Lin Yue stepped into the ring step by step, and the venue of the underground boxing arena was made of black-veined ink steel stone. This kind of stone is extremely hard, and ordinary warriors can't leave a trace when they hit it with a big sword. Even after wind, frost, rain and snow, the black pattern ink steel stone will not be corroded and damaged.

When the two faced each other on stage, Shaq grinned, revealing Bai Sensen's fangs: "Boy, bring a mask to pretend to be mysterious?" Don't worry, I don't care what you look like. I'm concerned about how to torture you, and I usually like to break the limbs of my enemies first, then dig out the heart, and then pinch the head at the end, are you ready? ”

Cruelty and violence have always been the theme of the arena, and for the bloody city that advocates power, the more fierce and bloody the battle, the more it can arouse the desire of the audience, and these words have made more people shout Shaq's name.

From behind the iron mask, a cold light shot out of those eyes, but the lips were smiling. Although I couldn't see his full face, it could be seen from the beautiful arc of his mouth when he smiled that this person should be a beautiful man.

It's just that the faint cold light in his eyes is really uncomfortable.

"You're my first opponent today," the Man in the Iron Mask said unhurriedly, his temperament was cold and sharp like the tip of a knife, and his leisurely and indifferent eyes contained a forest cold as deep as the Arctic Ocean.

The air suddenly shook, the hairband suddenly collapsed, the long hair of the man in the iron mask fluttered wantonly, and a terrifying force erupted from his body like a volcano, and the violent true qi completely covered the surface of the body, wrapped in the innate true qi, the whole person seemed blurry, but the cold eyes were chilling.

"However, I am your last opponent."

Even Shaq, a madman who has killed countless people, can't help but be startled by such a gaze,

That light, mixed with extreme madness and incomparable calmness, was like a frozen flame, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was cold or hot.

Shaq's eyes flashed fiercely, his feet moved, the powerful muscle power exploded in an instant, and the speed reached a terrifying value in an instant, a small boxing ring, he was already almost teleported.

Side kick!

"Whew!" The strong wind sounded, and his right leg, which was as thick as an ordinary person's waist, slashed at Lin Yue's head like a knife, and his eyes flashed with cruelty.

"Die."

He thought cruelly.

When the foot knife was about to touch Lin Yue's head, a vigorous and powerful momentum suddenly opened up around his body, and the violent aura spread and grew wildly, with his body as the center, a cloud of forest aura spread!

In an instant, an instinct gushing out from the depths of his soul enveloped his body and mind, and under the cover of his eyes, the eyes under the mask had become cold and violent, and then a punch blasted out.

Chapter 3 Delivered! Continue to work hard......