The show was scheduled for two o'clock in the afternoon the following day. It was a Saturday, and it was the weekend, and probably the whole town heard the news, and there were probably seven or eight hundred men and women, and they were crowded into the opera house just after noon.

The opera house is right in the center of town, at the intersection of Boulevard Cheric and Lane Sainte-Love. It was actually a very large ancient ruin, like a super bowl dozens of meters high, with cement wrapped in steel bars, towering majestically between the low wooden houses. Although the surrounding statues have been weathered and broken, they can still be identified by careful inspection, they should be some gods from a long time ago, those gods are dressed with bells and whistles, and some are stepping on a round treasure ball, I really don't know how they are ugly and have become gods worshiped by thousands of people.

No one knows when or how the opera house was built, and no one cares, because there are so many incredible miracles in the world itself. All people know is that just a few thousand years ago, an unimaginable catastrophe occurred in this world. Everything was destroyed, except for a small number of shrine sanctuaries remaining, a tall and dilapidated image that warns the survivors of the fate of pride and ignorance.

However, for the people who live next to the miracle, those resources that are just left by God, like forests and minerals, can be used as they can be, and do not waste God's good intentions, that is the most important thing.

The opera house can actually accommodate more than 100,000 people, and the platforms on all sides are raised, leaving a large shadow in the open space in the middle of the venue, but the platforms are all crumbling, and it seems that no one can stand. Fortunately, the open space in the middle is large enough to place hundreds of elm benches, and in the center, a five-meter square cage can be enclosed with iron cables.

Just right, a perfect opera house!

When Qi Lang walked into that cage, he felt as if he was being treated like an aggressive. The frenzied shouts from all sides were deafening, and it was thanks to a few corporals of the Whirling Front Army who took the initiative to take responsibility for maintaining order, otherwise the iron cage would have been shaken apart by those arms.

Gulf cautiously walked to the edge of the cage, and somehow the people appointed him as Zilang's assistant. This annoyed Gulf, who had always thought that his good relationship with Zi Lang was deeply hidden.

"Be careful, I think Owu is going to give you some color. Gulf carried a bucket and towel in his hand, and a round stool under his arm. His face was covered in sweat, and he looked more nervous than Qi Lang.

Qi Lang nodded to Gulf, and it took a lot of effort to adjust his breathing to a smoother one. He also had no bottom in his heart, this was a simple boxing match, there were no weapons available, it was all about strength, standing in front of Ouwu, Qi Lang felt like a baby. They are not at the same level at all, which can be seen from the comparison of body size alone.

"I look okay, right?" Qi Lang asked Gulf with a pretended ease of relief.

"Well, you're great......" Gulf said this, it was obvious that his eyes were not focused on Qi Lang. Panic and worry, two extremely negative emotions, although he tried his best to hide, were still too immature for a boxing assistant.

Qi Lang took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He raised his head and looked around: it was a big scene, hundreds of people were red-faced, and they couldn't control their excitement. Men, women, old, young...... It's been a long time since they've been to the opera house, and it's probably going to be one of the biggest festivals of the year, and it's time to go crazy.

The bookmaker is still shouting for the last chance to bet, holding the colorful ticket in one hand, and the money bag in the other hand has been filled, making a pleasant sound.

Qi Lang is a big underdog. It is said that the odds for him to survive three rounds have reached 40 to 1, and even then, no one wants to throw a Bernie on him. Gamblers have already analyzed the strength of the two sides, and the tall and strong Ou Wu has won everyone's favor, and the focus of the bet is only on how many seconds Ou will end the fight.

Although Felix is serious about maintaining order with a short stick, he is actually regarded more as an expert on the inside story. Several middle-aged people surrounded him, all listening to his predictions and analysis with great sincerity. It seems that Felix is not optimistic about Qi Lang, because Qi Lang saw that when he pointed at him, the hooked nose was about to twist to his ear.

It was Ou Wu's turn to enter! He was shirtless, his muscles bulging, and Qi Lang noticed for the first time that there was such a strong body hidden under Ou Wu's robe! He seemed to be shorter than Quill, but Qi Lang was sure that his muscles were definitely not under Quill.

"I, Owu, have killed a mutant liger! look, my fist is here!" Owu knew how to attract attention, shouting to the audience as he walked towards the iron cage.

A tidal wave of applause rang out, and the audience seemed to be greeting heroes.

"Ou, Ou, Ou......"

The gamblers shouted rhythmically, and when they saw this strong man, it was as if they had seen a handful of silver coins jump into their arms.

"You all know what to do! Trust me, I'll let the big talker out sideways!" Owu was already in the cage, and he raised his arms to show his authority like a king.

The scene was even crazier, and Qi Lang was worried that the obese women would faint with excitement.

"Beat him up, you'll be fine!" Dozens of gamblers, led by Felix, shouted in unison, "Don't let him survive the first round!"

Qi Lang leaned against the corner and secretly encouraged himself: "I can't lose! In order to crush their arrogance, I absolutely can't lose!"

Gulf handed over a towel on the side, motioned for Qi Lang to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and at the same time cautiously advised: "If you really can't stand it, give me a look, I can throw the towel in it and admit defeat and surrender." Nothing is more important than saving a small life, you say?"

Qi Lang froze and leaned down towards Gulf: "Listen, Gurf! You can use it to wipe my sweat, but you have to promise me that you won't throw it in at any time!"

Gulf saw Qi Lang's eyes, just like that day, which were full of fighting spirit and determination, and they were terrifyingly calm. Gulf slowly calmed down: "Okay, I understand...... You wait for me first. ”

Gulf turned and burrowed into the crowd, and soon disappeared.

Just when Qi Lang thought that the coward couldn't bear to see him being beaten, he didn't expect him to come back soon.

"Qi Lang, I've got your back!" Gulf raised his hand, a pale blue ticket sandwiched between his index and middle fingers, "I bet you're the ultimate stander, and I'm down ten Bernies." ”

Qi Lang felt that his chest was stuffy, and he was almost so angry that he was about to spurt out a mouthful of blood: "If I really have you, should I feel full of energy? Besides, that's almost a month's salary for you!"

"I believe you, you choked him enough that day!" Gulf forced out a smile, the sweat on his face couldn't stop dripping, "I can't support you in any other way, but I'm willing to take this risk with you." ”

Qi Lang held back his words. Ten Bernies, if he did survive, Gulf would probably win back four Syrs, and he could return the money to poor old Harry, who might be able to buy the dilapidated wooden house on the edge of town.

But to be honest, Zi Lang preferred that Gulf just say a few words of encouragement to himself, or tell himself that he had discovered another weakness in Owu. Gambling a sum of money on himself? Qi Lang felt that he had been tricked, he was like a mastiff fighting for Gurf, who was slapped on the butt by that good friend, and then showed his sharp teeth.

But Gulf was very sincere, and those ten Bernies were probably all the private money he had secretly kept!

"Good luck to both of us......" Qi Lang straightened up uneasily, and scolded in his heart: he is really a fucking unreliable friend!

"Ladies and gentlemen!" shouted Corporal Church, who was appointed to referee the match, and was also responsible for commentators. His voice was really loud, and as soon as he spoke, the audience had gradually quieted down, "This is a rare opportunity." We will have the privilege of seeing two warriors of the Spinner Force perform a friendly boxing match for everyone today!"

The boos rang out immediately - no one wanted to hear the word "fraternity", they preferred it to be a bloody and brutal match, and of course, the best winner was exactly the same as the name on their ticket.

"Quiet, quiet!" shouted Church, who is also a novice in the industry, for a long time to control the situation outside the arena, "I know what everyone is looking forward to, and I am here to pray to God on behalf of all of you - to make this game more exciting than a circus show!"

Haha laughter and sparse applause finally rang out. Church finally mastered the way to explain, and his self-confidence began to return.

"The rules of the boxing match are very simple, fist and foot duels, and it is not allowed to sneak attack the opponent's lower body. Three rounds in three minutes, and after three rounds, the one who ends up standing in this ring is the winner. Church's tall, lanky body dangled around the iron cage to make sure his voice would take care of the audience, "Whether you believe it was the ugly mutant monster that Owu killed or not, as I am, I beg you to give this young man from the East a round of applause." Whether he's crazy or stupid, whether he's hallucinating or not, he's already standing here! Let's hope he lasts a minute, and doesn't let the excitement of the day end too soon. ”

There was a warm cheer from the audience, and Church's words reached everyone's hearts.

"Let's make our blessings warmer! Now, the game begins!"