"The Essence of the Bat": It is to hold a specific weapon in your hand, let the enemy fully experience the feeling of turning into a ball, and taste the fear of being swung with all your might.

- An unnamed attacker

……

On the sofa in the VIP room of the arena, witnessing Lance's bold action of sending Shiro Tohori on the road, the pupils of a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes shrank, and then he clapped and added a smile to his majestic face.

He is the head of the Omi Joint Headquarters of the Seventh Generation. Directly refer to President Hankoi Kogyo. Naoki Katsuya.

"Beautiful, really beautiful to play, this kid swings the stick in such a picturesque position! Wild and uninhibited, I can't help but think of my brother when he was young! ”

"Shhhh What nonsense! This bullshit 'glasses garbage guy' is not like me, not domineering at all! I can fight but show weakness and bully the enemy, I'm not a person who plays such a little trick! ”

The big brother who recklessly refutes the middle-aged man in a suit and squatting on the sofa smoking a cigar is a one-eyed dragon wearing an eye patch.

East Side Club. Withdrawing the head of the younger brother. Directly related to the leader of the Majima group. Goro Majima.

He wears tight leather pants and a leopard-print jacket on his upper body, and a white snake tattoo is faintly visible on his open chest.

Naoki Katsuya smiled and shook his head, "It's my brother who is too demanding!" He looks like he's not even 20 years old, which is the age of full potential. And this drastic contrast performance is obviously not deliberately created by the organizers, but Lance is guided by the situation, and Tobori is a scumbag but not a fool! ”

Jumping off the sofa suddenly, Goro Majima looked unhappy, "Boring! It's boring! Santugawa also fell...... Don't chase the fierce fight of men, just play the trick of children, I wouldn't have come to watch it if I knew it! Don't send me, I'll take the Shinkansen back! ”

And seeing his fragmented figure walking towards the door, and missing the opportunity if he didn't say anything, Naoki Katsuya got up, "Wait a minute, brother, it's rare for you to come here, do you want to go and see your sister-in-law?" Over the years... She hasn't forgotten about you......"

Stopping in front of the door for a slight pause, Majima Goro shook his head, "No, Naoki, take care of the trouble." Then he left with the steps of not recognizing his relatives.

Quietly silent, watching his brother's back disappear around the corner.

Naoki Katsuya clapped his palms and called a younger brother next to him, "Go find out the origin of Lance, but don't alarm the other party." ”

"Yes, Daddy."

……

Santugawa Arena. Stage area.

Ring announcer: "...... Ladies and gentlemen, the next person to appear is this person, a clown who is exempted from crime by the power of money. Red lips~~ Yamamoto!

Whether he harvested Lance with a sharp Death Scythe, or whether Lance struck him out with a mediocre crowbar, I'm sure everyone is looking forward to knowing the outcome......"

Listening to the announcer's voice, leaning against the wall of the venue, Lance's first impression of Red-lipped Yamamoto was "disgusting".

A fat, fat Mediterranean bald head, with deep eye shadow, burgundy nose, and splintered lips, and make-up to look like a clown—disgusting.

A royal blue tie with a funny red and green plaid shirt, yellow suspenders look like a diaper, a complete fashion terrorist, and it makes people feel uncomfortable from head to toe - disgusting x2.

Finally, there is the synopsis recorded on the tablet: a self-proclaimed clown imitation murderer, whose real identity is the heir of a traditional family. He would regularly bring neighboring residents to his mansion to kill them, and once he was suspected, he would use his huge financial resources to solve everything.

Fortunately, Skynet was restored, and with repeated requests from the victim's family, the relevant people of Santuchuan finally brought him here secretly.

- Disgusting x3.

The strong feeling of discomfort made Lance decide not to delay for a moment, and to make the clown disappear from his eyes as quickly as possible.

Bet time deadline.

The announcer in the ring howled loudly, "Let's go! Scream! There is no time limit and no rules, tonight's second game - Sword Hero's life-and-death fight!! ”

"Glasses Nova Lance

VS

Murder Clown Red Lips Yamamoto

The eight-sided screen of the zenith clearly plays the title + name of the two sides.

The garbage guy or anything is a thing of the past, and now Lance is a new star in glasses.

However, he is still the same old thing, and he dragged the crowbar forward at the beginning, but this time no one will underestimate him......

The red-lipped Yamamoto, who had a hideous and terrifying smiling face, kept an eye on Lance's footsteps, cautiously planned in advance, and relied on the distance advantage of the long-handled sickle, and took the lead in raising the knife to slash down ferociously.

It's just the next second...... There was a pop, and the sound of broken eggs fluttering in the wind.

The slow-motion replay of the zenith screen clearly shows that at the moment when the scythe is raised, Lance accelerates, sharply shortening the distance between them.

That flirtatious flirt on a crowbar.

The power was transmitted from the lower limbs to the waist, and the speed of the waist rotation burst into action, driving the crowbar to flash through the defense of the red-lipped Yamamoto like a meteor, and go straight to the point......

The battle begins, the battle ends.

When the men in the audience saw this, they all subconsciously clamped their legs; A certain feeling of phantom pain made the manic scene cool down for a short time.

"The strength of the newcomer is genuine! Lance wins for the second time in a row! Two wins in a row! This sudden development of events was completely unimaginable before the war! That's the unique charm of the arena! ”

Fortunately, there was a conscientious announcer next to the ring, and the witty words were like beads, and the atmosphere soon became hot again.

And in two consecutive ruthless seckills, the victims are impeccable scum, which hooks the audience's strong psychology and heroic plot from the other side.

In just a few minutes, people accepted and liked Lance, and they cheered for him wildly.

That's the charm of heroes!

Lance's opponent in the third game is the ogre who completely destroys the evidence, "Red-haired Chapman".

He was convicted of committing a serial murder in Neon, but because all the bodies were eaten and wiped clean by him, the police had no choice but to release him if they could not find evidence.

Fortunately, at the request of the victim's family, he was secretly sent to Santugawa to be imprisoned, which put an end to his madness.

Stepping into the incandescent ring, the red-haired Chapman lived up to his name, with red hair, a burly body dressed in orange overalls, and a glaring cross-cutting knife mark on his face.

His sinister eyes looked at Lance with lust, the sparkle of the red fruit's appetite. He was eager to eat the popular guy in front of him.

On the other side of the ring, noticing the red-haired Chapman's eyes, Lance narrowed his eyes and smiled.

The first three games were really just a warm-up, and although the opponents were all fierce and powerful, they were more based on cruelty rather than real combat power.

Chapman's weapon is a large pair of scissors, which looks quite curious, perhaps to emphasize how bad he is, so he designed the performance prop.

The betting time will soon be closed.

The hard-working announcer in the ring, his voice was faintly broken, "Scream!" Rejoice! There is no time limit and no rules, tonight's third game - Sword Hero's life-and-death fight!! ”

Crowbar Nova Lens

VS

Ogre Red-Haired Chapman

The eight-sided screen of the zenith clearly plays the title + name of the two sides.

This time the glasses and stuff are a thing of the past, and now Lance is a new star of the crowbar.

It's a pity that it's still the same, there are no new tricks, and he starts dragging a crowbar and walks forward.