There was no suspense in the battle in the cockfighting ring.

Although the gray-faced Yellow Fur had been struggling desperately in front of Gila, the huge gap in the basic physical attributes of the two sides had already set the tone for the direction of this battle.

Whether it is a whip leg or a swing fist, all the attacks launched by Huang Mao are like dragonflies in front of the giant man who is half higher than him, and they are completely ineffective.

Even if he took the initiative to find the weak point of the joint and launch a fierce attack, Gila rarely paid attention to it.

Throat, lower body, medial meniscus...

These flaws in the human body, which are relatively fragile for ordinary people, are also trained by Gila to be tough and strong!

He stood there like a fortress in full armor!

"You can't hide from the egg kicks... Is this still personal? ”

"That's why I suspected that he was also transcendent—it was common sense that some of the weaknesses of the human body could not be exercised to his degree."

The old captain pointed to the little giant in the middle of the field and continued: "It's not just that, pay attention to his movement pattern - the person sent by Zhou Congrong is not only excellent in resisting blows, but also has an excessively large field of view in battle. ”

Lu Fuyan was stunned for a moment, and when he looked at the field again, he also noticed the details that he had ignored before.

Since the beginning of the war, Gila has stood in the middle of the cockring, barely making any foot movements.

Even if Huang Mao tried to move behind him to launch a surprise attack, this man with iron bumps had no intention of turning back to parry.

But the strange thing is that even though she doesn't have long eyes behind her back, in the face of Huang Mao's attack from the blind corner of her vision, Gola can still adjust her body posture in time and respond appropriately.

… This is undoubtedly a very irrational phenomenon, and even from the perspective of a bystander, it seems that it can only be pushed up to the so-called extraordinary ability.

From this point of view, Lao Wu's speculation is not sensational.

However, for Lu Fuyan, who had just experienced an extraordinary struggle, the game in the field seemed to him a little more weird and incongruous.

"You're right, but I don't know why, I always think that this Gura... Not quite like a transcendent. ”

"Do you need me to report to Miss Zhao?"

"Hmm... It's good to check it out. ”

The old captain nodded immediately when he heard this, and then quickly squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards the private room on the second floor.

At the same time, the slave owners who stood above the cockfighting platform and watched the battle also began to stir.

… It's different from the way Guila stuns the four out.

The battle between him and Huang Mao has so far maintained a negative posture of attacking and defending.

For a few minutes on end, except for parrying some punches and kicks that hit her head, she was almost a human-shaped stake, standing still and letting Huang Mao thrash her.

Although from a professional point of view, this kind of frenzied frankness is enough to be eye-opening, for the slave owners who pay to watch the duel, they are not looking forward to this kind of boring "literary fight"...

Blood! Stump!

Without these screaming, terrifying, adrenaline-pumping elements, what is there to see in the game of the cockfighting ring?

"Are MD and the others playing match-fixing?"

"Is this meat lump really a fighter sent by Mr. Zhou? It can't be the nightingale doing false propaganda! ”

"Do it! Gantmd! What kind of skill is standing still stupidly? ”

“rnm！ Refund!! ”

The audience's cries rose higher and higher, and even Wang Laoliu, who was standing on the chandelier lampshade, had a bit of a tendency to live in Bengbu.

In order to avoid a large number of high-altitude projectiles aimed at him, Wang Laoliu, who was accustomed to big scenes, simply joined the crowd of coaxing and sneered at the two players fighting in the field.

"Look! Jura stood still and took dozens of punches unscathed—what a surprise! It's the same effect if I find a random sparring dummy! ”

"TMD little yellow hair! You haven't eaten? I don't have the strength to beat someone, and I dare to say what kind of yellow flash I am? Go back and hold your steel wool!! ”

"Appeal !!"

With Wang Laoliu's malicious coaxing, the audience immediately cheered one after another.

However, even if he couldn't hold it on his face, Huang Mao could only grit his teeth at this time, maintaining a tentative style of play with one touch, and did not dare to risk getting close to speed up the frequency of attacks.

- Competitors are not allowed to admit defeat in the cockfighting ring.

Either they broke their hands and feet, lost consciousness, and were carried away by the staff; Or just throw away your life and rebuild it and turn it into a wisp of green smoke...

Under such cruel rules, most of the fighters like him are cruel and tyrannical hardcore ruthless people, and they should not have hesitated in the ring.

But thrill-seeking, after all, is not the same as killing yourself...

There is a world of difference between the fight between life and death and the sheep entering the tiger's mouth!

Huang Mao is clearly aware of the power gap between the two... He didn't want to die for nothing, but he couldn't think of a way to knock out his opponent, so he was in a dilemma.

… It's just that the direction of a duel is never decided by the will of one of the parties alone.

Although Guila, who had been beaten for several minutes, never showed offensive intentions, since Zhou Congrong sent him to participate in the competition, the fighters who challenged Nightingale were of course prepared.

——At the moment when Huang Mao used the method of circumambulation to get stuck in the dead corner and kicked his legs in the dead corner again, Guira, who was holding the head of the braised egg, finally reacted.

He took a step to the left, his torso turning to the left in sync.

Although his sheer size limited his agility to some extent, with the help of precise positioning, Gila was able to adjust to a head-on stance before Yellowhair's kick hit.

Huang Mao was shocked when he saw this, and instinctively wanted to withdraw his legs.

But before he could make adjustments, Gila leaned forward and took the initiative to take the painless attack with the tense muscles in her abdomen.

… The moment the two sides made physical contact, the attacker inevitably paused. But the two-meter-five tall giant man showed no signs of stiffening after being beaten!

He stretched out two big fan-like hands to grab Huang Mao's thighs and calves respectively. Then, after a little struggle, he completely destroyed Huang Mao's knee joint structure in a similar way of screwing!

Muscles, bones, and fascia are separated from each other in an instant!

The firm and plump flesh also swelled and collapsed as a result...

"Ahhh Oh! Oo!!oo ”

Huang Mao's screams sounded immediately, but before Lu Fuyan could react, the miserable tail was quickly covered by the excited cheers of the audience.

The slave owners who were still greeting the three generations of Guila's ancestors just now have all become his most loyal supporters. All kinds of cheers and applause, accompanied by the fireworks around them, reflected the crazy and terrifying smiling faces

…

Under the noise, only Lu was holding the railing in front of him, and he happened to fall on his face on the edge of light and darkness, and he couldn't read the slightest temperature.

The old captain hadn't come back with Miss Zhao's instructions yet, but Lu Fuyan had silently tightened his brows under the stimulation of the surrounding environment.

In fact, he doesn't pity Huang Mao, an outlaw who bullies the weak and is afraid of the hard, and takes his life as a child's play all the time.

Even in Lao Lu's eyes, even if such a scumbag avoids today's catastrophe, he will not be able to escape the fate of being killed sooner or later in the future.

What really displeased him was the thrill-seeking, blood-seeking frenzy of the slave owners around him!

It is true that the extremely harsh living environment has changed the shape of human society.

… When all kinds of basic necessities for survival cannot be satisfied, the moral framework is completely crushed by the cruel reality, and then the original madness of human nature is revealed.

Lu Fuyan has no intention of standing on the dry shore and pointing fingers at those who are struggling on the line of death, and he can also understand that the so-called public order and good customs are the concept of reciprocal exchange formed by people since childhood in a specific external environment.

However, philosophical speculation is never a reason to indulge in evil.

The self-deluded may see the duel in front of them as a slavery-oriented necessity, like the Colosseum in ancient Rome, as a symbol of civilization in a particular era.

That's!

Are you a Roman?

Or is it a thug from some other barbaric era?

If human beings, who have experienced thousands of years of civilization evolution, still choose to repeat the atrocities of "yesterday", it will be a betrayal of all the great sages!

What is said to have always been like this, it is true for all beings...

It's always been that way, right?

Lu Fuyan didn't want to go along with it, so he silently entered the First Republic and began to advance his plan.