Record of northern Myanmar

This is a fighting arena, also called an underground black boxing arena.

The surrounding terraced seats were almost full.

The waiter enthusiastically led me to an empty seat to sit down, brought me food and drinks, accepted the tip and left.

I sit here and look at the circular iron cage in the middle, where two men are fighting a life-and-death struggle.

That's right, it's a life and death fight.

A man covered in oil pressed the other man to the ground. His fists fell like raindrops, and his head was deformed before someone stepped forward to stop him.

A man who looks like a referee raises one hand of the winner and declares victory.

The man roared at the surrounding audience like a wild beast.

"Sir, the next show is about to start. Do you want to place a bet?" The waiter from before came again, squatted next to me and looked up at me.

I raised my eyebrows and asked, "What will happen to our opponent in the next match?"

When the waiter heard this, his smile became even bigger, and he immediately took out a piece of paper with the information of each boxer printed on it.

He pointed at two of them, "The end result is the Meat Grinder and the Terminator!"

A South Asian man with strong muscles, and a lean and lean Chinese man, both young.

I pointed at the Chinese nicknamed "Terminator" and said, "How to place a bet?"

"Do you choose the Terminator? His odds are four to one!"

"Where's the other one?"

"It's one to one!"

"Why is the gap so big?"

"The Meat Grinder is a master of Muay Thai. He has fought thirty times so far without losing a fight! The Terminator is a martial arts master from China. Although he has never lost a fight, he has only fought a dozen games, so he decided like this!"

I nodded and became interested, "Help me get the Terminator for five million!"

As soon as the waiter turned around, he took out a POS machine.

"Sir, please swipe your card!"

Okay, so that’s how I placed my bet!

I looked up at the betting counter above me. It was already packed with people.

The waiter thought I had misunderstood, so he quickly explained, "Everyone over there has a ticket price of less than one million, so you have to queue up to place your bet. If the ticket exceeds one million, we will specially serve you!"

I took out my card and handed it over. The waiter swiped it skillfully and gave me a small ticket.

"When the game ends, according to the odds, the money will be transferred directly to your account!" The waiter said with a smile, and then stretched out his hand to the side, "Sir, if you bet five million, you can enter our VIP seats. Then See more clearly!"

The so-called VIP seats are those located near the front where you can see more clearly.

I also noticed that behind a circle of glass above, there should be a private room. The people sitting in it might have bet more than 10 million.

The game begins and the boxers take the stage.

The meat grinder looks even more brutal than in the photo, with a sinister face and a stiff bandage on its hands. I wonder if there might be something wrapped inside.

The Terminator, that Chinese guy, has a well-proportioned figure, not exaggerated muscles, and he actually has a pretty face.

The two are about the same height, but have different weights.

This is a game without rules.

Crazy cheers came from the surrounding seats, and everyone was shouting to the point of breaking their throats.

"Kill him!"

"kill him!"

"Meat grinder!"

"Terminator!"

The deafening shouts almost brought down the roof.

I felt my adrenaline rising and started shouting.

Soon, the bell rang and the game officially began.

I don’t know how to box or kung fu, so I can only watch the excitement.

Meat Grinder lives up to his name, with ruthless attacks and powerful fists.

But the Terminator's body is flexible and he can always resist it with great strength.

Back and forth, the two gradually became stalemate, hugging each other and hitting each other's ribs.

The Terminator was pushed to the ground, and the Meat Grinder tried his best to break the Terminator's arms back.

The Terminator had a look of pain on his face, but he did not give up. Instead, he turned over on the spot. After he was relieved, he kicked the Terminator in the stomach and stood up from the ground.

He didn't stop, taking advantage of the Terminator's retreat, he jumped and put his knee on the opponent's chin.

This move was a Muay Thai move, but he used it against a Muay Thai master.

There is an old saying in China: Give him a gift in return!

I am glad that I have read Jin Daxia's novels and can still recall this sentence describing Murong Fu's kung fu.

The Terminator landed a blow, then landed on his feet, turned around and struck an elbow, knocking the meat grinder to the ground.

"Meat grinder, get up! Fight back!"

"Get up and kill him!"

"Kill that Chinese monkey!"

I turned to look at the person who cursed this sentence. He was a foreigner.

When he saw me looking at him, he glared at me, cursed, and went back to shouting, "Come on."

Meat Grinder was really resistant to beatings. He couldn't defeat him even after several heavy blows. He got up again and continued to use Muay Thai moves to fight back.

The terminator was beaten to the point where he could only parry. He kept retreating and hit the cage with a "thump" sound.

He fell to the ground and gave the meat grinder a chance to get on top of him and punch him down.

My palms were sweaty and I shouted, "Terminator, get up! Get up and kill him!"

Those who placed bets on the Terminator also shouted at the top of their lungs, "Terminator! Get up and kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

Maybe there were more Chinese people, and some wanted to take a chance and bet on the Terminator. In the end, the shouts turned into a rhythmic "Kill him! Kill him!"

The Terminator received several punches, and the corners of his eyes and mouth were opened, and blood flowed down his cheek.

He raised his arms across his head, and after resisting a heavy punch, he bowed his waist and opened the meat grinder.

It was at this moment that he found the opportunity.

As soon as he exerted force on his feet, his knees suddenly arched up and suddenly hit the lower body of the meat grinder.

The meat grinder shuddered and fell sideways, rolling over and over to avoid the subsequent attacks from the Terminator.

But the Terminator did not continue to attack. He stood up, holding on to the iron cage and panting to let himself relax.

In less than ten seconds, the meat grinder stood up and rubbed his lower abdomen with his hands, his eyes filled with crazy bloodlust.

He roared, jumped up, and struck the Terminator with his knees and elbows at the same time.

My palms were sweating. If I hit him now, the Terminator would probably be finished.

But the next second, I jumped up suddenly and shouted "Terminator!"

The moment the meat grinder jumped up, the Terminator suddenly took a stance, took a big step forward, and bumped into the meat grinder with his shoulder.

The meat grinder didn't even respond, and was knocked away directly. The iron cage made a huge "pumping sound", and after trembling twice, the meat grinder fell to the ground.

The fall was so hard that he slowly turned his body over, trying to get up.

But before the turning movement was over, the Terminator came closer and kicked him in the chest.

The meat grinder spun twice on the ring and hit the iron cage on the side.

The Terminator ran over, raised his palm, and patted him on the back seemingly lightly.

The meat grinder spit out a mouthful of blood, his limbs twitched twice, and his head fell heavily on the floor.

I could tell that the meat grinder was dead.

I was so impressed by the power of that palm just now. Could this person know internal strength?

"Go, find a few people, wait outside, and kill the Terminator for me!"

Accidentally, I heard someone behind me say this.

I looked back and saw a Chinese man, angrily whispering to someone.