The car stopped in the heart of the slum, where the buildings were about the same as elsewhere, but the air was filled with a smell of erosive luxury. Luxury cars can be seen everywhere here, and some richly dressed people have stepped out of the luxury cars, the men are handsome and gentlemen, and the women are beautiful and sexy, and they greet other people who know each other well and walk into a precarious and unfinished building together. It's like a medieval vampire that spontaneously organizes itself in a grand sacrifice to come together to worship the Count's cemetery.

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you outside, the foul air inside is disgusting." Philodet leaned on the steering wheel and looked at Shengyou and Mu Qinghe who were about to go in.

"Okay." Shengyou nodded, pushed the car door and beckoned Mu Qinghe to get out of the car.

"Holy blessing." Philodet suddenly stopped him, "Don't blame my father, he was also in trouble back then." ”

"I know." At this moment, Shengyou was surprisingly calm, "But a man who can't even protect his own woman is not qualified to beg for forgiveness!" ”

"You're really unkind right now." Filaudette lowered her head sadly, "Is it true that you and your father have no room for maneuver?" ”

"You didn't see my mother when she died, there was no resentment or pain in her eyes, and she wanted to see that bastard one last time until she died. You go back and tell the man to take good care of the knife for me, and one day, I'll get it back with my own hands." "The night was getting deeper, and there was a slight chill in the air. Shengyou closed the car door, and under the guidance of the waiter who had been waiting by the car for a long time, he stepped into the unfinished building with Mu Qinghe.

"Two distinguished guests, which venue are you going to?" The waiter asked in fluent English. Mu Qinghe didn't know why, and turned his head to look at Shengyou.

"The Ultimate Field." Shengyou responded indifferently.

"Yes sir." A hint of strangeness flashed in the waiter's eyes, and he quickly covered it up, and continued to say respectfully: "Sir, the entry qualification to enter the ultimate field is five million US dollars, and we must verify the wealth you have first." ”

Shengyou took out a valuable gold card, and the waiter took the gold card and walked inside.

"Now you should always tell me what the hell is this?" Mu Qinghe watched the waiter walk away and whispered to Shengyou.

"Underground Black Boxing Arena." Shengyou's words made Mu Qinghe sweat coldly.

What is Black Fist? Although the prize money is much higher than the general tournament format, Black Fist is not bound by any rules. Black boxing events are not subject to taxes, and there are no fees to be paid. This form of competition, which is outside of the orthodox morality of martial arts, has a history almost as old as the fight itself, from Africa to North America, where black market boxing can be found in almost every corner of the world. The only rule in the black boxing arena is that there are no rules, and black market fighters must consider all possible scenarios, including kicking the crotch, inserting eyes, and throat picking, and once a fighter steps into the ring, he is faced with two options: kill or maim his opponent, or be killed or maimed by his opponent. Without the threat of death, it is impossible to master the full range of techniques, and these people must train like crazy to turn themselves into a killing machine.

There are many other exciting things to do in black market fights, where the best black market fighters sometimes face multiple fighters at the same time, and they are even allowed to use cold weapons to show off their prowess, in addition to fighting beasts and group fights. These events are more like a deliberate trampling of life, and many in the orthodox martial arts world are disgusted by them, believing that they are even more brutal than gladiatorial fights in ancient Roman times.

But it is undeniable that high-level black market fighters do have the strongest unarmed killing techniques in the world. The orthodox martial arts world despises them, but deep down they fear them.

The strongest fighting skills don't come from the heroes one expects, but from these emotionless killing machines. Black market fighters are not heroes, they are more like monsters, living on the fringes of society. People try to convince themselves that there is no such thing as such a group of people and such terrible hand-to-hand combat techniques in the world.

But they still exist.

Each arena has different rules, and the fame of the black market boxing rings in the slums pervades the entire Chateauroux high society, and countless wealthy people come to this place every day in search of excitement, which is divided into four rings for the rich to gamble on, and the four rings are the ordinary ring, the secondary ring, the senior ring, and the ultimate ring. The boxing stadium is divided according to the number of consecutive wins of the fighters, so the charging standards are not the same, the boxers in the ultimate field at the top of the stadium have maintained at least 70 consecutive wins, where to gamble boxing, the minimum gambling capital is 500,000 US dollars, and a night's investment will require several million, so there will be someone here to do wealth appraisal for the guests, and people with assets less than 5 million are not even qualified to enter the ultimate field.

The waiter went and returned, and he respectfully handed the card back to Shengyou, "Distinguished guest, please come with me." The waiter made a gesture of invitation, and was about to lead the two of them to the final field.

"Are we going to gamble on boxing?" Mu Qinghe asked in a low voice.

"No, we're not going to gamble." Shengyou grinned, "It's to send you to the game." ”

"What!" Mu Qinghe was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and he jumped up in an instant, "No, no, no, if I don't go, I will die there." Mu Qinghe's head shook like a rattle, and he said nothing and didn't move forward.

"Don't you want to be a fighter? This is the best place for you, rest assured, there are no rules to bind you, you just need to knock your opponent down, and no one cares what moves you use. Don't you want to fulfill your dreams? You should try it once for your dreams. Shengyou hurriedly grabbed Mu Qinghe, who was about to run towards the door, and persuaded bitterly while pulling.

"What dreams? What freedom? him, I'm going to die! He couldn't run away from being pulled by Shengyou, so he held on to the cement pillar and didn't let go, and his fingernails desperately buckled the cement joint.

Ten minutes later, Shengyou went to sign up for Mu Qinghe, and Mu Qinghe followed behind. The two of them were in a stalemate for more than ten minutes just now, Shengyou really couldn't stand it, and the "desire to survive" of this thing was too strong, and there was no way to tear him off the cement pillar, so Shengyou, who had no choice, had no choice but to exert his spiritual energy on Mu Qinghe.

As the name suggests, the main ability of the hallucinatory pupil is to make people hallucinate and paralyze the nerves of others, and the eyes of the caster are used as a medium to spread outward, and the hallucinations caused by the hallucination pupils are mainly visual hallucinations and perceptual hallucinations, but they are several times more powerful than ordinary hallucinations. For example, visual hallucinations, when we are too stressed, the brain overworks to send wrong instructions to the optic nerve, which will produce visual hallucinations, which can be gotten rid of as long as we take a little rest or take some corresponding drugs in time. However, once the psionic illusion pupil is cast, the hallucinatory power it produces can even directly hit every neuron in the cerebral cortex, and ordinary people can only be at the mercy of once they are hit.

"Again, are you going?" Shengyou took Mu Qinghe, who was Muna, to find a seat and sit down, "If you don't go, I'll let you go to the boxing ring in this state, and then you will only be beaten." Shengyou put the number plate on Mu Qinghe's back and threatened.

"Go, can't I go?" Mu Qinghe's tears fell, just now Shengyou only controlled his walking ability, and did not blindfold him, so he witnessed the whole process of signing up and receiving the number plate, and also saw a big man with muscles and murderous intent in the background, if he was sent to the stage motionless like this, could he resist two punches? It's better to go up by yourself, you can't beat it, it's always okay to run, right?

"That's pretty much it, put the mask on, wait here for a while, I'll go backstage and have a look." Shengyou smiled with satisfaction, and he put the mask on Mu Qinghe's hand.

Located in a slum, this black market gym is home to fighters who have been trained by poor local people since childhood, and their fighting abilities are limited. In order to attract spectators and make higher profits, the boss behind the stadium invited the best fighters from all over the world to fight with the locals, and in order to avoid any customers recognizing these powerful fighters, all the fighters had to wear different masks when they went on stage. Fighters don't have names here, and people only call them by the names on their masks.

There are two legends in the final game, one is the white wolf and the other is the lion, and their winning streak is ninety-six and ninety-five respectively. No one knows where they came from, not even the boss of the boxing ring, they first came two years ago, but their performance was shocking, defeating more than half of the masters in the final field in the shortest time, and even the "meat grinder" Brude, who had maintained a ninety-game winning streak, was killed by the hands of the lion. The arrival of any one of them would be hyped up in the stadium, and then all the crowds of the day's boxing matches would be full, and everyone was speculating about who would take the title of Victory King first, or who would end the winning streak, and who would end them? Everyone was looking forward to it, and the organizers of the boxing tournament also set up a bet for this, absorbing a very terrifying amount of bets.

"Can I not wear this?" Mu Qinghe looked at the mask in his hand and smiled bitterly, this mask is a white puppy, and the puppy is still sticking out his tongue, looking like a pleasing person. What makes Mu Qinghe angry is that this mask was specially selected for him by Shengyou, and now Mu Qinghe really wants to punch him twice, it's quite childlike, where is the cold energy when Lao Tzu first saw you!

"Less nonsense, put it on quickly." Shengyou held back a smile and got up and walked backstage.

Shengyou walked to the door of a lounge, pushed the door in, and there were three strong men inside who were preparing for the game, and when they saw Shengyou walking in, they all frowned and surrounded them.

"Who are you? Get out! A strong man shouted at him with brass bell-like eyes.

"Which of you is number 69?" Shengyou leaned against the door, looked around, and ignored the strong man. Seeing that he was being ignored, the strong man raised his fist and was about to hit him.

"I'm No. 69, what is your attention to me?" Another man stepped forward and stopped the angry man.

"Do you know number 70?" Shengyou continued to ask, No. 70 is Mu Qinghe's number.

"That skinny imp, you say? Of course we know, we really don't understand what kind of madness he is going to come here to die! The strong man snorted coldly, "Later, the three of us will go up together to teach this little ghost who is looking for death, and I will tear out his intestines." ”

"I'll let you lose to him." Shengyou hugged his arms, his face calm.

"Big brother, I heard you right, right? He wants us to lose to that little ghost. The strong man turned his head to look at the man number 69 and laughed, and the other strong man laughed too.

"A million dollars per person."

"Ahem, what did you say?" The strong man who laughed heartily almost choked on his saliva, and he plucked his ears hard, as if there was a hearing problem just now.

"Sir, what you say is true?" The man with number 69 was not calm either, he pushed away the other two and slowly approached Shengyou.

"Don't be in a hurry to rejoice, I have something to say." Shengyou said lightly.

"Haha, a million dollars?"

"So much money can give me enough wine to drink, I can let a few sexy women sleep with me, I don't want to do this job of earning bread with my life anymore, I have enough money to live a good life."

"I seem to have said it, I have something to say." Shengyou looked coldly at several men who had fallen into madness and beautiful fantasies.

Only then did a few people remember what a stupid thing they had done, and they had actually left aside the adults who could bring them a better life.

"Oh, my dear lord, please forgive us ignorant bastards, our IQ is so low, compared to you, we are a bunch of stupid pigs." The strong man said flatteringly, his eyes flashed, he had completely equated the extravagant life with the man in front of him, if Shengyou asked him to take off his pants and pee in public in the ring outside, I am afraid he would not refuse.

"The three of you come to the stage together, don't hurt him, and when this matter is done, I will send someone to deliver the money to your respective residences."

"No problem, my lord, we will cooperate, we will cooperate to the end." No. 69 smiled flatteringly and respectfully sent Shengyou out the door.

Mu Qinghe looked around, there were so many people in the stands, he suddenly stiffened when he was looking left and right, just now, a familiar figure appeared in his field of vision, he quickly turned his head to look for it, but he couldn't see it anymore.

"What are you looking at?" Shengyou came to him and sat down.

"No, I didn't see anything." Mu Qinghe shook his head, "What are you doing?" ”

"I've solved some things, I'm about to start the game, and I don't look nervous about you."

"I'm scared to death, or I'll wait for you to do it for me." Mu Qinghe pleaded.

Shengyou glared at him and ignored him. The tension at the scene is getting stronger and stronger, the gambling money has been counted, and the next game will be the three famous kangaroo brothers in the ultimate field against a newcomer, this game is very gimmicky, after all, the three kangaroo brothers can be said to be the old man of the boxing field, the three brothers cooperate, and have a lot of experience. As for the newcomer, no one dares to look down on a newcomer in this kind of place, and if he takes the mask, he may be a boxing champion somewhere, and he will come here to make extra money. So this game is very watching, and it can be regarded as one of the more anticipated games tonight.

The whistle sounded, the two sides entered, and the rich men in the audience could no longer sit still, and began to shout frantically, and the scene instantly became noisy.

"Look, the three kangaroo brothers are coming up."

"Damn, Lao Tzu has bet two million on you, if you lose, Lao Tzu will kill you alive!"

"The three kangaroo brothers, twist the little white dog into a twist."

After all, the three kangaroo brothers are familiar faces here, and they have won a lot of demand as soon as they come on the field, and most of the rich people have bet their money on them before. As for Mu Qinghe, because of his mask and thin figure, the organizer gave him the title of "Little White Dog" very vividly, and now a string of words appeared on the huge display screen, "Kangaroo Three Brothers VS Little White Dog", coupled with a photo of three strong men and Mu Qinghe wearing masks together, a sense of déjà vu of a dwarf and a big bear arises spontaneously.

"Can you beat this thin?"

"Why can't you beat it, one meter six dry and two meters are common here, and those who don't have any ability dare to come up here to find death?"

"He must have something to rely on, I am optimistic about him, this appearance, at first glance, is deeply hidden."

"God forbid, don't let my 800,000 go down the drain. Little white dog, come on, knock them out! ”

Mu Qinghe stood on the side of the ring, his legs trembling uncontrollably, he heard the shouts of the crowd, and scolded loudly in his heart, "Why three, bless you bastard!" He turned his head to look at Shengyou, but Shengyou was dozing off with his eyes closed, and he scolded again, clenching his fists vigorously and shaking his hands involuntarily. On the other side of the ring, the three kangaroo brothers glanced at each other, the boss nodded without a trace, and the other two understood and stretched out their thumbs in response.

The referee came to the stage with a whistle in his mouth, he blocked both sides of the game with his body, the whistle sounded again, and the game officially began!