A week later, the World Fighting Championship is in full swing and has now completed 27 bouts.

Each match was attended by around 100 people, and nearly 3,000 people have died so far, deciding 17 winners, 10 of whom have gained supernatural powers.

And why are there only 17 winners in 27 games?

The main reason for this is that he died from his injuries, and the deathmatch with real knives and guns is not a game, and the health bar of victory will not be full. Often, after a fight, no one is intact, and fatal injuries are often sustained. Therefore, they want to survive, not only to kill others, but also to ensure that they are not too seriously injured.

In addition, all that remains is to comprehend a certain rhyme from the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, so as to obtain a certain amount of cultivation.

The vitality of the monk is very comparable to that of humans, even during the Qi cultivation period, his ability to withstand injuries far exceeds that of ordinary people, and many fatal injuries can be carried through.

The above information network has been sorted out and a very detailed strategy has been made. Many online bloggers have filmed videos teaching people how to kill with knives, how to escape or play dead in the venue. used to be a blogger of digital electronic food psychology and so on, and suddenly became a master of martial arts and a master of martial arts.

Maybe it's all on paper, and listening to them will definitely die a miserable death. But it is also enough to see the popularity of this game, and almost everywhere there is an Internet there is a figure of "World Fighting Series".

Whether you are a two-dimensional platform, a current affairs platform, a social platform, or even an illegal pornographic website. As long as there is a place to discuss, there is a discussion of a fighting tournament.

There is a thirst for prize money, there is a critique of this barbarism, and more importantly, a thirst for supernatural powers. From ancient times to the present, the pursuit of extraordinary power has never been severed, from princes and generals to ordinary people, without exception.

On the graffiti-filled walls of the past hang portraits of the winners of the martial arts tournaments. On a huge advertising screen next to the road, the race is also played.

In the gambling shop on the street, there is also a gambling project for the World Martial Arts Conference. How many minutes after the bet will be the number of survivors, the end time of the bet, and the bet on the winner, the odds will be at least 50 times.

The odds of ordinary children and women are up to 1,000 times, adult men are generally 30 times, and some people who look very strong or have special occupations fluctuate by 10 times. For example, the odds of a heavyweight boxing champion are only 1.5 times, which is ridiculously low.

A man in a shabby suit stands in front of a betting shop with a few bills in his hand.

"Sir."

A male voice with a hint of childishness came from behind him.

The man in the suit turned his head and saw a teenager dressed in tatters, about 1.6 meters tall, and no more than 16 years old.

"Where's the dog?"

Dog child is a slanderous term for street children, who live in garbage heaps like wild dogs, rummaging through garbage cans and begging, so they are called dog children. Of course, there is another meaning, the child is a dog, and the parent who abandoned them is a dog.

Long Shaoming didn't have much reaction to this title, he was used to being called since he was a child.

"Sir, are you going to bet on the World Fighting Series?"

"What's the matter with you?" The man still didn't have a good face, Long Shaoming said without humility or arrogance: "My name is Long Shaoming, Mr. can buy me, just give me 100 Suo to buy a bread to fill my stomach, and I will repay you ten thousand times." ”

"What's the name of the business, me off."

There was a hint of impatience in the suit's tone, and then he reacted and asked, "Wait, you're going to appear?" ”

The man is a senior gambling dog, for him the most attractive thing about betting is the high odds, many people do not buy eggs will pay attention to the highest odds.

Among them, the odds for the elderly are as high as 5,000 times, followed by the odds for young people who are still minors at 3,000 times. If the kid in front of him is going to appear, the odds are at least 2,000 times.

Long Shaoming nodded slightly, and stretched out his right hand: "Sir, do you want to gamble, even if you just buy 1,000 yuan, there will be 2 million (about 210,000 Shenzhou currency)." ”

"If you really want to go on stage, you can't get off if you go up." The man in the suit was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the other party to really want to go on stage.

Although the World Fighting Series is said to be a competition, it is actually a bloody deathmatch, and more than 100 people can only go down one of them. Many so-called veteran professional boxers don't necessarily survive, let alone a child.

"I'll win." Long Shaoming's Zhang Xixi's face was inexplicably confident, and this confidence was not proportional to his perennially malnourished body.

"I only need to have a full meal, and you can get 2 million, which is a very affordable deal."

The man in the suit took out a piece of 100 yuan from his wallet and handed it to Long Shaoming, and said with a gloomy face: "Take it to buy a piece of bread to nibble, don't think about going on stage." It's hard to live so big, there's no need to send you to death at this time. ”

"Since you have promised, you can't break your promise." Long Shaoming put away the 100 yuan, turned around and left.

"Sir, remember to buy me, my name is Long Shaoming."

It wasn't until the young man's background disappeared that the man in the suit came back to his senses, walked into the betting shop, and began to bet on today's players.

There are 128 people in total, and there is only one of them with 3000x odds.

The contestant's name is Long Shaoming, and the photo is exactly the same as the dog kid he just met.

"Damn. No way?? ”

The man in the suit looked dull, originally thought that he was here to cheat and cheat, but he didn't expect the other party to really want to go on stage.

"What are you grinding about? It's almost time for the game to begin. ”

The customer behind him was dissatisfied with the urging, and the boss also began to urge him: "I haven't thought it through, just go and sit next to him first." ”

The man in the "buy" suit overslapped the 10,000 yuan bill on the table, and originally pointed to a heavyweight boxing champion, but for some reason the god made the ghost point to the boy with the highest odds.

"With 3,000 times the odds, you're really a gambling dog."

On the other side, Long Shaoming walked out of the bakery, holding a piece of bread in his hand, and the dirty children around him suddenly swarmed around him.

"Don't worry, everyone has a share, don't worry."

However, they did not ask for bread, and the children hugged his thighs tightly and did not say a word.

Long Shaoming didn't know why he said, "What's wrong with everyone?" Bullied by someone else? Doer, what's going on? ”

Seeing that no one answered, he set his eyes on the most obedient little girl.

The little girl named Duo'er replied obediently: "We don't want the boss to die, the boss can't beat those adults, you will die." ”

At this point, the others couldn't help but burst into tears, and almost everyone began to cry at the same time.

Long Shaoming is their boss and their father. Take them to pick up garbage, take them to beg, take them to find a place to survive the winter, take them to survive in this icy steel forest.

Although he was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, he held up a piece of the sky for these children.

"Woo woo, don't die, boss, what should we do if you die!"

"Boss, don't go."

Long Shaoming didn't agree, nor did he refuse, he just smiled at these children, touched their heads and said, "Believe me, I will definitely let you go to school, let you live in a warm house, and let you have enough to eat." ”

Distributing the bread, he kept a half-fist-sized piece for himself.

Swallowing a mouthful of bread, he turned and walked towards the huge metal arena, revealing that he had been led through the side door without any inspection. The cries of the children behind him gradually faded away, and the sunlight disappeared as the iron door slammed shut.

Only his eyes always radiate golden light, always with high confidence.

Long Shaoming knew that this was his chance to change his life, and it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The stars before may also be an opportunity, even a dog kid like him who grew up in the garbage heap understands that selling the stars can make a good life for a lifetime.

Or if you eat it, you may gain strength beyond ordinary people.

But he doesn't sell it, and he doesn't eat it.

Don't sell it because I'm afraid that I won't enjoy that life, and I'm not guilty, and he may not have heard of it, but he also understands this truth. On weekdays, in the slums, 1,000 yuan on your body can be life-threatening, let alone a star.

For a long time he walked on thin ice, afraid that the existence of the stars would be discovered.

I don't eat it because I can't bite it.

As a person who grew up eating garbage, although Long Shaoming gave himself such a name in some film and television works from Shenzhou, he did not have the arrogance of "completely relying on himself". They all pick up garbage for a living, where does the arrogance come from, it's just to survive.

If he could live better by eating the stars, he would not hesitate to eat them.

Inside the preparation room, hundreds of people gathered here, and the scene was even more chaotic here.

They knew that they were going to fight each other later, and they had no feelings to speak of, so they cast hostile glances at each other, eager to reduce the goal of competition now. At the same time, most of the target groups participating in this game are desperate or outlaws who plan to fight, and ferocity is inevitable.

As soon as Long Shaoming walked in, dozens of eyes came to him, but no one moved.

Because there were two monks standing in the doorway, staring at everyone with cold eyes, intimidating them with absolute force.

The clothes on their bodies similar to the ancient Shenzhou are the representatives of their status in Heiyang Prefecture, like nobles, and they are not guilty of murder. Of course, this time, the sect responsible for maintaining order is biased towards the right path, and still looks down on mortals in his bones, but he will not worry too much about them.

Long Shaoming swaggered towards the wall on the right, where countless cold weapons were stacked, slightly reflected in the light, and each weapon had been bladed. And they are all made of special steel, which can be called a divine weapon in ancient times.

After choosing, Long Shaoming chose a spear.

The gun is the most expensive and powerful cold weapon to practice. As a dog kid who grew up in a garbage heap, he naturally didn't practice the so-called cold weapons, but he also understood that a stick was better than a knife.

"No......"

After some thought, he put the spear back in place and replaced it with a half-arm-long bayonet.

The spear was easy to use, but he didn't have the strength to wield it, and it wasn't a one-on-one fight. He watched the game of 100 people for a week and understood that this game was not about who killed more, but who lived longer, or who got supernatural power first.

At present, he can't see how to obtain supernatural powers, and there are different opinions on the Internet, but no one can guess correctly.

"Players enter."

The voice without too much emotion came into everyone's ears, and everyone, including Long Shaoming, felt tight, and their bodies couldn't help but tense. After walking along the long walkway for 180 steps, the view suddenly opens up.

The extremely open ring, hundreds of thousands of spectators on both sides watched them, and drones flew in the sky, taking clear pictures of each of their expressions and movements.

Standing on the stage, Long Shaoming felt an unprecedented feeling, a sense of being watched and watched.

"It's game on."

When the barrier fell, there was no possibility of retreating, and the audience was completely boiling, shouting and killing like a mountain and a sea.

Long Shaoming looked at the people around him vigilantly, and with his thin body, he lowered his sense of presence and took two steps back slightly. When the first man fell, he immediately ran around the edge of the field.

There was more than one person who shared this idea with him, and more than a dozen people ran around in circles, but they crashed into each other.

Long Shaoming was stabbed in the back, the wound extended from his shoulder to his waist, and his intestines hung directly outside. He couldn't hold back his scream, and then rolled on the ground to avoid the attack.

All the schemes in his head, all the countermeasures he had prepared, were of no use in the face of this killing frenzy.

There is a gap between the world and the actual combat on paper, just like the current melee. Rather than running away, you should distance yourself from other people and try to attack others or protect yourself.

Never show your back, and don't waste your energy by running blindly. It's even worse to play dead, because everyone will mend the knife.

It didn't take much time to get up to the corpse.

Long Shaoming rolled more than a dozen times, struggling to get up from the ground, and was kicked to the ground in the next second, followed by another knife at his neck.

The ring-headed knife slowly lifted in his sight, blood dripping down his eyes, and everything turned blood-red.

Die!

Perhaps it was the potential that erupted between life and death, Long Shaoming once again raised his strength and tried his best to dodge. With a clang, the blade slashed into the solid concrete earth.

Long Shaoming stabbed out the sharp knife in his hand, tried all his strength, and stabbed into the enemy's heart without any suspense.

An adult pounced on him, and he no longer had the strength to push away. The blood was slowly flowing out, the body temperature was passing, and he sincerely felt the bone feeling of reality.

Long Shaoming was too thin and weak, any person could push him to the ground, and the so-called courage and stratagem would not play any role at all.

He just grew up picking up garbage, how much intelligence can he have.

"Hehe......"

The heart is higher than the sky, and life is thinner than paper.

Long Shaoming understands this, he doesn't have anything special, he can't win by himself, but fortunately he has stars.

He trembled and reached into the inner pocket of his clothes, gently rubbing the pure white fruit, and a warm current flowed through his body.

O god of the stars, give me the strength to overcome all obstacles. Let me tear open this filthy and hypocritical world, and trample on the vermilion and green city.

Beneath this mask of powder is a face covered with abscesses.

Give the kids a bite to eat.

If the children's gods are heating pipes, then his gods are the gods who give stars.

The stars make him, a mouse in the gutter, also boast of being extraordinary, so that he can live with his head held high.

In the VIP seat, Zhao Si lowered his head and swiped his mobile phone, he didn't like this kind of bloody and violent gladiatorial fight.

Then he suddenly raised his head and looked at the ring, and he felt a familiar aura.

Yunguo! Why is there the smell of cloud fruit?

Lu Haochu noticed his abnormality and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"There's a strange smell."

Airplanes!

The invisible fluctuations spread, the breeze suddenly stopped, and the deafening shouting gradually became smaller, but the roaring of the audience outside did not stop. It was as if the air had disappeared and the sound had ceased to travel.

All the cultivators froze in place, the faces of the great powers that dwelled in the heavens changed slightly, and they felt the blades that spread out in the void, enveloping their bodies.

A murderous aura permeated.

A drizzle of rain began to fall from the sky, as if to cool down the lively atmosphere here.

A vague figure came out of the void, he was holding a bamboo umbrella, wearing a gray-white robe, and there was no sadness or joy in his lowered eyes.

Long Shaoming's bloodstained face was stunned, and then the tears in his eyes couldn't stop flowing out, his lips trembled, and he said in a small voice with all his might:

"I pray to you for ......"

(End of chapter)