On the right hand side of Wang He, there is an elevator hall.

It's the only access to the ring below.

After entering the elevator, Wang He just pressed the elevator button, and there was a hurried footstep not far away, and a figure hurried towards this side.

After seeing that the visitor was also going to the Inhuman Field, Wang He also subconsciously pressed the elevator door control button to open the elevator door that was about to close again.

"Thanks!"

The person who came in wore glasses and looked quiet on the outside.

He wears a business shirt and a gray tie on his upper body, giving him the feeling of a business elite.

Wang He looked at the man in front of him and was slightly surprised, isn't this Shen Chong!

That's right! The one standing beside Wang Ju is the bane of the four madness in the future.

How did this stuff get here? Isn't he supposed to teach at a university......

For a while, countless thoughts rushed to Wang He's brain.

To be honest, meeting Shen Chong in the Black Boxing Stadium was something he had never expected.

Bite!

The elevator quickly reached the lowest level.

As the elevator door slowly opened, a double-open iron gate appeared in front of Wang He, and in front of the gate stood two bald men.

This is the third check.

After a series of inspections, the two big men in front of them handed over a number plate to Wang He and Shen Chong.

According to the rules here, this number plate must be worn at all times unless you leave here.

After putting away the numbered plates, one of the bald men pushed the door open and motioned for Wang He and Shen to rush in.

"Huh!"

Shen Chong looked a little helpless, and after a long sigh, he said, "Really, the inspection here is really strict...... Hello, my name is Shen Chong, I don't know what to call my brother? ”

"My surname is Liu, you can call me Liu, as for the name...... It's inconvenient to reveal! Wang subconsciously said a surname, intending to fool this thing.

Before the four meditations and eight fixed gongs crossed the third level, the king did not intend to have any contact with the four madnesses.

"Okay......"

Shen Chong shrugged his shoulders and asked, "What about ...... Mr. Liu, are you playing or observing? ”

Wang glanced at Shen Chong, and the two quickly walked out of the stairs.

This is the final checkpoint, which is to determine the purpose of their visit, whether to play or sit down and watch the game.

"What about you?" Wang asked rhetorically.

Shen Chong smiled slightly, but this smile was a little weird, "That's naturally ...... Let's play! ”

After speaking, he handed his numbered plate to the staff, and after making it clear that he wanted to play, the staff registered the information for him at the counter and motioned for Shen Chong to go to the left aisle.

Wang didn't say much, took out the number plate and said, "Look! ”

After the staff took it, after operating it on the computer, they returned the number plate to Wang He and signaled Wang He to go to the right passage.

The tunnel for the players and the tunnel for the spectators is separated.

Wang Ji already knew this through the rats roaming in the ventilation ducts.

"Good luck!"

After saying this, Wang He turned and walked to the right side of the passage.

Shen Chong behind him was slightly stunned, a little surprised by Wang He's actions just now, but he didn't think much about it, maybe this was a polite sentence......

Thinking of this, Shen Chong turned around and entered the left passage.

This floor is relatively quiet and spacious, with a field about the size of two basketball courts in the center, surrounded by a circle of stepped seats, about a few hundred seats, and one box after another above the seats.

At this moment, there are dozens of people sitting in the ring, but what is certain is that all of them are strangers sitting here.

Bang!

A bang came from the center, drawing Wang He's gaze to the past.

On the field, one of them was wearing a sportswear and was extremely athletic; The other, with slightly dark skin, bandages on his forearms, and a Southeast Asian face, looked like he was playing Muay Thai.

Could it be that it came out of Inhuman Village?

Wang He muttered in a low voice, "Why did the Thai Yankees come to this realm to fight......

The middle-aged man on the side said lightly: "This is a gambling game, these two on the field are thugs invited by the people in the box, and the two sides agreed to rely on this game to solve the previous Liangzi ......"

Wang turned his head slightly, and after making sure that the middle-aged man was solving his doubts, he nodded slightly and thanked him, "I always feel that this is a bit similar to some of the passages in the novel...... Two local snakes are fighting in the ring......"

"That's right!"

The middle-aged man didn't refute, his eyes kept staring at the fight on the field, and he said, "It's just that this is not a kind of liberation for us people......

"Hmm!"

Wang He nodded, this is not wrong, although the number of Inhumans is small, but the individual ability is strong.

This kind of strength beyond ordinary people often affects the fighting nature of inhumans.

This is also the reason why those people in the circle fight to death at every turn.

And the appearance of this black boxing stadium provides them with a paradise to release their nature, where as long as you are on the field, you can kill each other without any scruples......

On the field, the Thai guy is naked at the moment, and his dark skin and knotted muscles all over his body look full of strength.

In particular, the calluses on his elbows and knees showed his hard work to everyone present.

And this Thai opponent, a middle-aged man in sportswear, is notable for the unusually thick joints of his hands.

"This Hand ......"

Wang He has only read some classics in his practice, and some of them are not inferior in fingering......

"That's from Yan Wutang...... Oh no! Now it's time to call it the Truth Quest! The middle-aged man explained.

Right! It's Yanwutang!

Yanwutang is a sect based on physical arts, and this sect is good at deducing and perfecting the major basic martial arts......

Before the Jiashen Rebellion, Yan Wutang was also a well-known existence in the circle.

The more common martial arts such as Bajiquan and Xingyi Quan have all been perfected by Yan Wutang.

It's just that a Jiashen rebellion and Zhang Huaiyi's incident after that directly hurt the vitality of this sect, and it had to be merged with the three sects of Natural Gate, Yiqiliu, and Huangmen Sancai.

After these four doors have been merged into one in recent years, they are also a big faction in the circle that cannot be ignored.

The middle-aged man in sportswear in front of him should have been hired from the Truth-seeking Society.

At this moment, in the center of the venue, the Thai man suddenly rushed towards the middle-aged man, and a high-speed straight punch drew an afterimage in the air, blasting towards the middle-aged man's face with a sky-breaking airflow.

The muscles in the Thai's right leg are tense, and the blood vessels on it can be faintly seen bulging.

It's clear that the Thai's right leg is in the build-up phase, and he may be able to give the middle-aged man a knee blow after getting close.

The middle-aged man faced this high-speed punch, his face was unusually calm, his left foot stepped forward, his center of gravity leaned forward, and the energy around his body instantly condensed towards his upper body.

Click!

The middle-aged man's foot directly stepped on the steel floor into a groove, driving the Thai Yankee who was constantly approaching him, and the middle-aged man's body suddenly exerted force, and the whole person exploded towards the Thai Yankee like a cannonball.

Seeing that the two sides were getting closer and closer, and when there was still about a position, the Thai Yankee's right knee suddenly lifted and hit the middle-aged man.

It's a pity that this extremely fast knee blow was held down by a thick palm, and before the Thai could react, the middle-aged man's left shoulder had already hit his chest.

Trumpet!