"See you on stage." Qu Yong slowly put on his mask. His tone gradually changed from hesitation to firmness. Confidence." Once upon a time those opponents. Which one is easy to deal with. I didn't win at all. It's a tough battle. I'd like to see. Whoever was able to step on whose shoulders broke through."

The next day. It's just outside of Yeosu. There is a farmhouse. The main focus is on domestic chickens and live fish from the reservoir.

But the real purpose of this area is not a farmhouse. The farmhouse is just a cover for face. The real Satoko is a large underground fighting arena.

in this place. Boss Cao's mother has been in business for a few years. The relationship between the upper and lower levels has been opened. As long as it doesn't make too much trouble. Generally ignore it. Besides, this black punch is exciting. Some people in official clothes also like to see it. So it's been doing relatively well.

But. Just in these days. Here killed six fighters in one go. Things got big all of a sudden. It's the Japanese who are stirring. Since the beginning of the Yuan and Ming dynasties. Relations between China and Japan began to be sour. Especially in modern times. The two sides are simply a blood feud engraved to the bones. Originally, black boxing was exciting. Plus some strange national contradictions. It's just adding fuel to the fire. So this is the last fight. It's just exciting. Ticket prices are sold at extremely high prices.

In such a field. Except for the people above. You have to cover yourself. Otherwise, it will be picked in three days. And this year. There's a newcomer running around very quickly. He wears camouflage makeup every time he appears. Don't talk much. Leave after the fight. A whole year passed. But no one has found out where he came from. He seems to have been born for the ring. Now he has done this Lishui No. 1 champion.

He is the one who is going to fight against Yuto Harada in Japan today.

Qu Yong didn't have a car with Boss Cao. He came on foot. This year. His every move. Any action is just for the sake of boxing. He has integrated boxing into his whole life. Not to mention walking, which is the best way to practice.

He still walked the same tone as when he was in Japan and followed Tianyi Lao Tao step by step. One foot at a time. It's like a ruler has measured it.

Only by thoroughly integrating life into boxing. Do it crazy. can progress so quickly after every battle of life and death.

Until now. He just knew. Two years ago in the summer. Tianyi Lao Dao refining the marrow of his Yi Gu and Yi Ching. How important it is to lay the foundation for him. If it weren't for this foundation. Plus that set of "flying meridian and acupoint" acupuncture. He's already covered in bruises. Don't say progress. It's a blessing not to die. Except for these, of course. It also depends on the first-class rehabilitation physiotherapist invited by Boss Cao to relax and massage his body.

That's it. Qu Yong is now very confident in himself every step he takes when he goes out. He had seen those six bodies yesterday. I've also seen Yuto Harada's shot. When it comes to martial arts, the two of them are only five or five at most. But when it comes to the battle of life and death. He's got to win.

"Come on. Defeat you. I'll be able to see the light of day. Become a true warrior."

This fighting arena. It's not a stadium of 10,000 people. Quite similar to a circus venue. If you look at a large zoo and see the animal shows. It should be conceivable. Every zoo usually has a circus area. The audience is responsible for clapping and applauding. Animals are responsible for playing with themselves.

Since the time of Ancient Rome. This gladiatorial fight is very popular. Until modern times. There are also bullfights in Spain. The entire history of mankind. It's a bloody history of war. Sadly, humans don't just love war. I also like to watch the war of my own kind.

On the battlefield. Humans have invented countless ways to kill people. The most notorious is Japan's biological and chemical weapons. The most terrifying thing is the atomic bomb. And here it is. In this circus-like black boxing ring. No weapons are allowed. It can only be done by the physical struggle of both sides.

Only this naked. The original way of fighting. Most capable of causing flesh to fly. The effect of catching the audience's eye.

This is Boss Cao's field. He sits in his highest and most solitary position. Watch the audience gradually enter the venue. The expression was in a trance. The past year is vivid.

The day in Qingdao. Qu Yong came out of the room of the four girls. His face was like a mourning woman. Make a decision to come to Yeosu to fight black boxing. This year. Qu Yong plays every time. Boss Cao is worried. Although it is said that these fighters are mixed in his field. But it's not a direct relationship. Boss Cao also couldn't control their game on the stage. So every time Qu Yong comes to stage. I don't know if I'll make it alive.

Right now. Yuto Harada has stepped onto the stage. The chubby doo in charge of the narration has begun: "Ladies and gentlemen. Please take a look. Walking from the left aisle is a talented boy from Yokohama, Japan, who has won six consecutive victories... Yuto Harada. Everyone gave the warmest applause."

"Bang bang..." Although it is said that in doing it all like to watch gore. But for the Japanese. Especially the Japanese killed the Chinese . There are still a few who want to warmly welcome.

Yuto Harada wears a white kimono. Dragged clogs slowly onto the stage. There was no fence on all sides of the ring. Just a bare platform. It is about 10x10 meters square. Rough cement is poured. The unusually crude and rugged nature of the revelations. If you look closely. You can also see the blood stains that can't be washed off in the cement cracks.

It is this primitive and savage ring that most stimulates the audience's eyeballs. Yuto Harada shook his arms. Take off your kimono and fold it and put it in a corner. Then take off the clogs and press them against your clothes. After that, slowly walk to the center of the stage. Kneel and sit down. Put your hands together." Smack. Close your eyes and rest still.

The narrator shouted, "Alright. Now Yuto Harada is ready. So. What about his opponents. And where?"

The crowd waited. But Qu Yong didn't appear.

Boss Cao also waited for a moment. Turning his head, he asked an old man behind him. The old man with extremely long hands said, "Uncle Gong. What about Brother Xiaoyong?"

He was very respectful to the old man. Boss Cao said that he took over the fucking yard though. But just because he's so young. No experience and no qualifications. No one will obey him. It's all up to this Uncle Gong to hold on. Full assistance. Boss Cao can barely sit in this position.

Uncle Gong said, "He hasn't entered the arena yet......" he said here. Words for a moment. Seems like there's something else to say. But it wasn't said.

Boss Cao saw that he wanted to speak and stopped. Said: "Uncle Gong. You're my dad's brother in life and death. He is also my most respected elder. Say whatever you want."

Uncle Gong said, "Young Master. You and his identity... Although it is said that it used to be a classmate. But now it's not in school after all. That's what you call him. It doesn't seem appropriate."

Boss Cao said with a smile: "Uncle Gong. Didn't I shout that from you. In front of other people. I'm like everyone else. Shouting the color noodle man."

"Hey..."Uncle Gong could hear it. This little young master's dependence and respect for him. He sighed softly. "Yes. I've already sent someone out to look for it. I'm sure it will come soon."

"Okay."

Right now. The audience was already talking. The patience of these people is extremely poor. Gradually. There was some noise. The explanation is also a little unclear. Begin to divert the topic of nonsense. "I'm sure you're looking forward to it. Who is going to accept the challenge of the six-game winning Japanese warrior today. Not bad. That's ours. Colorful people.. Everyone applauds.."

"Bang bang bang.. Oh." Originally, the popularity of the color noodle people was quite good. Finally everyone had some applause.

"Whew. Fortunately, the color noodle people are a little popular. Otherwise, I won't be able to bear it today." The fat commentator breathed a sigh of relief at the bottom of his heart. Began to call: "Well known. The reason why the color face people are called color face people. It's because he always paints colored faces every time he goes on stage. So no one has ever seen his true face."

"Nonsense." The audience booed." Everybody knows that."

The fat commentator said triumphantly: "So. DID YOU KNOW? Why do people with colored faces paint camouflage faces? Do you know. Does he know. WANG Nima. Do you know. Do you and your buddies know?"

Boss Cao turned his head back and asked Uncle Gong, "Uncle Gong. Brother Xiaoyong's identity is only known to you and me. How would this damn fat man know?"

Uncle Gong said without hesitation: "He is talking nonsense."

"This dead fat man..."Boss Cao said with a hint of a smile: "Honestly. See this fat man. I really think of my roommate when I used to be a student. He's also a fat man. It's also full of trains."

Over there. The narrator has completely plunged into a world of his own. He said loudly: "Speaking of this colorful man. That's a mysterious mess. His master is Guiguzi......"

The audience was amazed." Guiguzi. Isn't that dead for thousands of years?"

"I'm not done yet. You people." Commentary: Look at this cowhide blows up. hurriedly lied: "He is the reincarnation of Sun Bin, the descendant of Guiguzi. Sun Bin knows. In addition to writing "The Art of War". also left "Sun Bin Martial Arts Cheats". Our color noodle person is Sun Bin's martial arts heir. Got it. The reason why he painted his face. Don't let your true face be revealed to the world. It's because this secret can't be exposed."

"I see." The crowd was in an uproar. Rumors circulate the fastest in these years. This kind of gossip is my favorite thing to listen to.

It doesn't matter how noisy the audience is. That Harada Yuto waited quietly. It's just a state of sitting and watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court. There is no irritability in sight. It can be seen that its meticulous work is extremely homely. The heart is extremely determined.

Just when the commentary was about to make up a little more. This is Qu Yong has appeared.

Step by step, he walked into the arena. One foot at a time. Never fast. It's not slow either.

This way. He remembered a battle with every step. When walking into the field. I remember the first time I came in and saw this ring. That kind of rugged. The brutal ring is full of naked fighting and yuang.