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, his eyes full of pain. This Indian, who and I had comforted each other in the hardest training, now had to sacrifice our lives to fight. I also stood up, and the pain and complexity of the feelings could not be described. If they
hesitate a little, they will be shot on the spot. They don’t care about human life at all. What they care about is whether these fighters are cold enough. I can not be seen by them in pain and hesitation, I have to go back alive, there are loved ones waiting for me, I can not die here. When I saw 1106’s black eyes, it was like a dagger in my chest-he had a wife, too, and he had a child! His
lips were tight, and his stubborn expression showed what kind of psychological struggle he was doing, even his pupils were beating.
This ***ing hell on earth.
1106 punched me, I only clenched my teeth, desperately overcome the feelings that came up from the bottom of my heart, and punched 1106! The punch of 1106 was empty and passed in front of me, while one of my punches hit him hard on the chin.
His head shook, his tall body tilted forward, and he lay all over me. I was shocked. This guy had no defense at all. He did it on purpose!
“Kill me and live.” The 1106 attached to my body murmured. The punch just now has made him delirious.
The pain, the hatred, the sadness that could never be erased, burned me in an instant, and my soul seemed to have been shattered and sewn up ten thousand times. With a wild roar, I pushed 1106 away and slashed him in the neck with a sweeping kick.
When I was a child, I liked to pick up the branches that fell on the ground and compete with my friends to see whose hands were stronger. Two branches were stuck together, and one of them was broken. His neck, like a twig in my hand when I was a child, broke when I stared at him. 1106, my Indian brother, whose name I shall never know, fell heavily and did not move.
My heart began to bleed. I didn’t destroy a life, I destroyed a family. I clenched my teeth tightly and tried to hold back the tears that would fall down, but I couldn’t be seen to be weak by them. The scars of the
past will never heal. Every time it’s uncovered, it makes me hate it all.
Maybe that’s what they want. Only when people hate can they give full play to their strength. This training camp has finally turned us all into complete killing machines.
After this incident, our remaining seven fighters left Siberia and were sent to Sun City, South Africa. Several others killed each other in the fight, but they were also seriously injured. They were left in the training camp. I don’t know what the fate waiting for them will be. Among our seven boxers, including the second instructor, the tough Mongolian man, he also represented the Butterfly Society at the Black Boxing Summit.
This guy, I swore to myself that if I met him in the ring, I would kill him without mercy.
When I left the training camp, I secretly said to myself, no matter what, I must live. Up to now, I have carried too many people’s lives and expectations. I can’t die so fragile.
We were first taken to Johannesburg, South Africa, which is a luxurious city. In Johannesburg, another group of people from the Butterfly Club met us and left the city to the northwest. After driving about 130 kilometers, a surprising artificial city suddenly appeared in the vast tropical jungle, that is, the famous Sun City in South Africa. I had never even heard of the most luxurious city in the world
before. Its sudden appearance is as magical as Alice in Wonderland.
I can’t imagine that human power can be so powerful to build such a huge paradise in the primitive tropical jungle. In this isolated Sun City, everything is available, cinema, amusement park, cafe, restaurant, horse riding ground, artificial wave swimming pool.. Tourists are in an endless stream, full of extravagant atmosphere of spending money like water. What attracts me
most is not these, but the strong art here-every scene in the Sun City imitates the appearance of the legendary ancient city, with broken and collapsed stone pillars everywhere, incomplete and mottled giant doors.. It is easy for people to mistakenly feel that they have passed through the time tunnel and entered the exotic space. For a moment, I forgot my identity and felt like an ordinary tourist. There is also a “city within a city”
in Sun City, the Lost City. The Lost City is a casino in Sun City, with all kinds of gambling games, such as roulette, cards, dice and so on. The gamblers are crowded like going to the market. I was surprised by this city in the middle of a tropical jungle, and even more surprised by the fact that it was founded by a South African billionaire, Kosna!
Who says the poorer you are, the more glorious you are? I have seen the charm of money thoroughly.
We live in Sun City, waiting for the opening of the Black Market Boxing Summit. In this luxurious dream city, the people of the Butterfly Club also relaxed their supervision of us, they lingered in this wonderful city themselves, and allowed us to play in the casino. But no one has the idea of taking the opportunity to escape, and even if they can successfully escape, they will face the inhuman retaliation of the Russian Mafia. In the training camp in Siberia, we have thoroughly understood the cold-blooded style of these guys. In
contrast to the Siberian winter, the sunshine here is as precious as gold. Together with a strong black man in 2007, I went to the open-air artificial wave swimming pool and looked at the blue water, which was as clear as heaven.
“2007, I think you can tell me your name now.” I asked. Just
remember my name in the ring. My name is Sickle. What about you, friend?
“My name is West Poison.”
West Poison? What do you mean? The sickle repeated the pronunciation.
I smiled. If you haven’t read Jin Yong’s novels, you certainly don’t know what it means. “It doesn’t mean anything,” I said as I took off my clothes. “Just think of it as a common pronunciation.”
I took off my clothes with the sickle, wearing only a pair of swimming trunks, which immediately attracted the attention of the women around me. Long-term hard training has tempered our body like a factory machine, and every muscle is showing the great power of the male. In addition to women’s eyes, many men also look at us, these fat and potbellied tourists staring at us, that look is envy or jealousy, I do not know.
I jumped into the water with the sickle, and suddenly I felt refreshing and comfortable, and every pore was crying happily. Isolated from the rest of the world for so long in Siberia, I forgot what life was like. At this time, a beautiful blonde woman swam up to me and put her hand gently on my back.
“Nice tattoo.” She looked at my back and said.
I turned my head and looked at the foreign girl in the bikini. “Thank you.”
“Asian?” Blonde beauty a smile, more brilliant.
“Chinese.”
“Oh, I like the Chinese, the ancient people.” Her hand reached under the water and touched my waist. “You look so strong. I wonder what you’ll do in bed.”
Foreigners are really open, even the hint is naked. I took her hand from her waist and said politely, “I’m sorry, I have other things to do.”
The sickle looked at the foreign girl who had left resentfully and swam to me and said, “It’s a good thing you didn’t go with her, otherwise you would have a better chance of dying in the ring.”
I understand the meaning of the sickle. Many fighters have to abstain from sex before a fight, some for an important fight for about a year. From the bed to the ring, even if you can’t feel it, the power will abandon you to a certain extent.
“Do you know when the summit will start?” I asked the sickle.
“Tomorrow.” The
Black Market Boxing Summit has finally arrived, opening at a stadium in Sun City. On the day of the game, almost all the tourists crowded into the stadium, which was more crowded than casino in the Lost City.
Because it’s a more exciting gamble for them.
Bloody black market boxing, like gambling, has become something that can be openly said in the sun in this dream city. In such a city, there is no more justice and evil, nobility and meanness, and existence is justice is its motto. Compared with this, those sneaky black boxing matches in China are simply shy and innocent dancers.
A slightly fat black man stood in the ring, holding a microphone, and made a passionate speech. The main idea is to let everyone enjoy this grand event of fighting and hope that everyone will bet enthusiastically. Sickle told me that the black man who spoke was Penske, the organizer of the Black Fist Summit. He is the leader of the underworld and the godfather of South Africa.
I asked the sickle strangely, how do you understand so clearly?
Sickle curled his lips. “Because I am South African.” The tourists in the
stadium cheered like waves, and it seemed that the excitement of black boxing was much greater for them than excitement of blackjack. For these rich people who have money and leisure, a fight in the ring only represents their good and bad luck, but for every fighter, it is a turning point in life. Gangster fighters
from all over the world gathered here, including tall and burly white men, strong black men, agile Southeast Asians, and cold-faced Japanese. There are almost the best black boxers in the world, and among them, there will be a king at the summit.
I can’t hold back my excitement. King, this word is a great temptation for every man. Just as bones are to dogs, diamonds are to women.
But how easy is it to be a king? The first is the qualifying fight, which will eliminate almost half of the fighters. But some people do not need to enter the siege, can directly enter the race, they are the ape of the Mexican gang (the last summit champion), Carlos of the American gang, the skylark of the Japanese gang, the locomotive of the South African local gang, and Genghis Khan of the Russian gang-that is, our second instructor, the tough Mongolian, did not expect his nickname to be so atmospheric.
The ring is very formal, 7.2 X 7.2 square meters, surrounded by four strong ropes. In fact, the size of the ring does not matter, because the fighters who fight on it will not walk around at all, they will fight together as soon as they meet. There are no judges, no stopping times, no round breaks, and the only rule is: unarmed.
Unarmed, that’s the only limitation, no matter what genre you belong to.
The bell tolls. The crisp metallic sound accelerates the secretion of adrenal hormones, and no woman can have the same blood flow.
Since the first game, the atmosphere at the scene has never been depressed, and the shouts of the audience overwhelmed everything. The boxers knew that this battle was about fate, and they all used their special skills. Two people face each other, but it takes only a moment to decide the winner. The
fastest one is still fresh in people’s memory. As soon as a white man came up, he got a hard punch on his chin. He staggered back, and then he got another punch on his chin. His head was shaking like a rattle, and his chin was obviously broken. Then there was a sharp kick on the head, and the poor fellow fell like a lost soul, not even convulsing. The
time doesn’t add up to more than ten seconds. I don’t know which organization he represents, but I’m sure his situation is not optimistic. With three blows to the head, almost every one of them fatal, this group of perverted fighters has honed their bodies into weapons that specialize in killing. Before long, the whole venue was filled with a smell of blood.
The more so, the more exciting the gamblers shouted crazily, and the excitement was like a college student who secretly watched porn in the dormitory for the first time. Several women shouted at the top of their voices and simply took off their bras and waved them. I don’t know if they are Tuo, but even if they are Tuo, they are much more dedicated than those “professional fans” in Taiwan. For 100 yuan, they scream, but they don’t even get their names right; for 200 yuan, they faint, and they don’t even roll their eyes.
It was my turn, and I spat on the bandage to make it more painful. The sickle patted me on the shoulder and said, “Good luck, brother.”
I nodded. With or without luck, I will defeat this opponent. Because we were told in training camp that if we want to survive, we have to go through the qualifying battle. If you fail in the qualifying battle, even if you don’t die at the hands of your opponent, you will still be disposed of. These guys just treat human life as humble as a dog’s life.
My opponent was a Japanese man in a white karate suit. There is no yellow mark on the black belt to symbolize the rank, but an elegant Chinese character embroidered: Chop. When he came on stage, he said something in Japanese to me, which was very provocative, but I couldn’t understand it.
As a Japanese, he is tall, about the same height as me. But he raised his head and looked down at me to show his disdain. Maybe he’s confident in his strength, maybe he’s finally here after hard training. But he may not understand that he is not the only one who has been trained hard, and the place I have been in is like purgatory.
The Japanese gave a low roar and took the lead in attacking. His attack was very unique, using a hand knife, straight at my neck. Attacking with a hand knife in black market boxing, this is the second one besides Park Sung-han, a North Korean man who fought with me before. I know the power of the
hand knife, especially when it hits the soft parts of the neck, which can be described as “sharp”. As soon as I dived, my hand knife grazed my hair, and I took advantage of it and hit him on the chin with an uppercut. With
a clang, I heard the sound of teeth clashing up and down. If
it had been an ordinary man, he would have been dizzy, but after all, the other side was a top fighter who came to Sun City. His head was just tilted back, and the strong sternocleidomastoid muscles on both sides of his neck played a role. The hand knife that had cut the past came back again, but I didn’t give him any chance, and a close elbow hit him in the face. The other party’s hand knife gently grazed my ear, and then fell down like mud. The
outcome was decided so quickly that everyone had a fatal destructive power. If any of the two hand knives had hit me in the throat, it would have been me who fell to the ground. No one knows what will happen in the next second, which is the real reason why these tourists are more exciting than casinos. What they play is the feeling of heartbeat. They play with their hearts, we play with our lives.
Anyway, I managed to get through the qualifying competition. After
I stepped down, the second instructor, Genghis Khan, nodded to me and said, “Well done.”. At least you have a chance to live, if not die in the ring.
I ignored him and walked straight past him. This guy.. Anything to do with Siberian training camps, I hate. During the
bloody fight in the ring, there was a strong fighter sitting above the gym, and he watched it all with an expressionless face. That was the king of the last summit, the ape-man, a boxer representing the Mexican mob. I looked up at him, and he noticed my eyes, but instead of looking at me, his eyes went straight across my body and looked away. What a proud fellow.
On the first day, two of our seven fighters failed to qualify, fell in the ring and were carried away, and I don’t know where they went. I can no longer care about the fate of others, and I am unlucky if I am not careful. After
dinner, the whole Sun City was still having fun, and the boxers had an early rest. Everyone has to accumulate physical strength, and there will be more difficult games waiting for tomorrow. Unlike in training camp, the remaining four fighters talked a lot, like real friends. Everyone cherishes the last time. Think about it, maybe no one will see the sun tomorrow. The fighters who stood here the
next day all passed yesterday’s qualifying fight. It can be said that there is no weak person between them. Each fighter’s face was calm and cold, standing like a statue in the noisy crowd.
Today, like yesterday, there will be a cruel fight in this beautiful artificial city, and we will continue to paint a bloody and rich brush. The more this happens, the more rich people from all over the world will flock to it. People, like dogs, like to sniff other people’s blood. Of
our remaining four fighters, two more fell in the ring. One of them was kicked in the head and passed out against the ropes. Genghis Khan said he would be sent for treatment because he had passed the qualifying battle and his mission had been completed. From now on, as long as you don’t die in the ring, you can live. However, Genghis Khan finally emphasized that if he became disabled, he might as well die. Another man who
fell in the ring was Sickle, a black brother from South Africa, who was fighting a Southeast Asian fighter who was thinner than him. The fighter represents the Colombian drug Lord organization. Although his physique is not very strong, his fine fighting muscles are quite developed, like dehydrated compressed biscuits. The fight between the sickle and him was very fierce. The two men fought for more than three minutes, and finally they fought together on the ground. Before long, the sickle was made a naked twist by the opponent. The right arm of the
Southeast Asian boxer was wrapped around the neck of the sickle like a flexible python, while the left hand broke down the head of the sickle. His whole body was attached to the back of the sickle, and his legs were coiled around the body of the sickle. Sickle grabbed the arm around his neck with one hand and beat back with the other hand to break away from the deadly strangulation, but his opponent did not give him the chance. In less than half a minute, Sickle was suffocated to death. Like a strong monkey, the Southeast Asian boxer let go of the sickle and did a back flip happily.
The sickle lay there motionless, his eyes half open and half closed, as if he had not yet woken up. The man of South Africa finally fell on the land of South Africa. Dust to dust, dust to dust.
Watching the sickle die in front of me, I don’t have too much sadness, because next, I have to face my own fate.
My opponent was a white man with a hairy chest, as strong as a savage in Shennongjia. I saw yesterday how he knocked someone out in the ring with one punch. His power is very great, but the speed is relatively slow. God will never create an absolutely perfect person. In the face of a fighter with great strength but a little slower speed, I had to keep my distance and kick him hard in the lower plate with a low sweep. It was a low sweep tempered in Siberia, and every leg made the tall white man stagger. After sweeping more than a dozen legs in a
row, my opponent finally could not support himself. As soon as his left leg was weak, he knelt on the ring with one hand on the ground and stared at me with angry eyes.
At this point, if I kick him on the head again, he will faint or die. But I didn’t do it, and I don’t understand why. I just raised my right hand to signal that I had won. After
stepping down, Genghis Khan said to me with a cold face: “If you do this again, you will be the one who dies.”
I still ignored him and didn’t even look at him. I just want to prove to him that I have not been transformed into an animal who only knows how to kill, and that their ideological indoctrination of me has been unsuccessful and futile. One of the
matches of the day was a heavyweight match: the skylark of the Japanese gang vs. the locomotive of the South African native gang. These two fighters, like Genghis Khan, are fighters who did not participate in the qualifying fight and entered the main fight directly. They are all well-known figures.
I don’t understand why this Japanese boxer is called Skylark. Apart from a tattoo on his chest that looks like a crow, there is nothing to do with Skylark. But South Africa’s locomotive is worthy of the name, fierce and strong physique, unusually fierce speed, from the beginning to suppress the skylark fight. I thought the skylark with a cold face could have a few brushes, but at the beginning, he was forced into the corner by the locomotive and beaten desperately, and he could only hold his head in his hands to defend himself.
But it was in vain. The locomotive’s punch was as fierce as an air hammer, and every blow made the lark tremble. Nearly two minutes later, the game stopped without any suspense. Skylark lies dead or alive-his defense is meaningless in the face of Trainhead’s punch. When
the lark was lifted down, it was covered with blood, and the crow tattoo on its chest looked like a roast chicken.
That night, apart from Genghis Khan, the only fighters from Siberia were me and a fighter named Reaper. There was no more talk between us, and we went to bed separately. If you have anything to say, leave it after tomorrow. On the third day of the
summit, the enthusiasm of the gamblers continued to rise, and the grand summit was coming to an end, because there were fewer and fewer fighters left. On this day, Genghis Khan finally made a move. His opponent was Carlos, an American boxer who also entered the match directly.
Carlos was handsome, tall and muscular, with a healthy wheat-colored skin and strong facial features like Apollo, the sun God. His appearance drew the screams of countless female tourists.
By contrast, Genghis Khan’s appearance is much inferior. Rough, domineering, a natural face of a barbaric conqueror. But he didn’t care at all. The women’s screams about Carlos had no effect on him. This is a man who only believes in strength.
He told us that whoever wins the championship here is the king of the whole black boxing world, and he is qualified to look down on the world. This is a goal that every man deserves to pursue with his life. King, these two words really make my heart beat, but what can king do. You sacrificed everything, but only got a title.
But when Genghis Khan said this, his face was firm and his tone was awe-inspiring, as if becoming a king was his greatest goal in life. This man’s mind is to conquer the world, if he inherited the lineage of his ancestor Temujin, I absolutely believe. The fight between
Carlos and Genghis Khan had all the fighters watching intently. This game is a classic, and both sides have shown their superior strength. Carlos showed the intelligence and attack power that matched his appearance. His boxing was very fast and superb, and his continuous heavy blows were absolutely not inferior to those of South Africa’s locomotive. Genghis Khan’s fists are ordinary, but his legs are extremely fierce, sweeping and kicking can be said to be destructive, and he is not afraid of pain.
This fight can be said to be the highlight of all boxing matches, which can only be described as wonderful. The two people kept moving, and they had to control the distance within their own control. Faced with Carlos’heavy punches, Genghis Khan desperately pulled away and attacked with a series of sweeping kicks. Carlos, on the other hand, had to stick to it. His ability to fight in close proximity was really superb. He stuck to Genghis Khan like a ghost. The two men fought against each other for more than three minutes without a winner. Genghis Khan even kicked Carlos twice in a row and almost stumbled and fell, but he never knocked down the handsome man.
When Genghis Khan got up and swept high again, Carlos quickly shortened his body, hit Genghis Khan’s chin hard with an uppercut after diving, and then two consecutive left and right swings made Genghis Khan shake and his tall body totter. The battle had already been decided here, but at the moment Genghis Khan fell to the ground, Carlos hit Genghis Khan’s temple with a flat hook, sweat splashed everywhere, his whole body bounced up, and then fell down heavily.
To be honest, I can’t believe that such a tough Mongolian boxer, with the dream of conquering the world, fell down in the first match. All the ambition in his heart went up in smoke. Although I hated him as much as I hated the damn training camp, I couldn’t believe my eyes when I watched Genghis Khan fall down-such a tough man, so defeated?
Let’s just say Carlos is too strong. If you change another person, I’m afraid you won’t last half a minute in front of Genghis Khan. The man who conquered the world was so unlucky.
The staff went up, checked the fallen Genghis Khan, and then waved his hand to the audience. I understood the meaning of that gesture too well, indicating that Genghis Khan had no breath. The cold current of
Siberia finally fell at the feet of the sun God. In my heart, I don’t know what kind of taste.
Half an hour later, I was even more surprised by the arrangement of the boxing match. It was me who came to fight Carlos! Isn’t this pushing people into the fire pit!
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