rush to score

There is still half an hour before tonight's game, and there is already a lot of people outside the private stadium.

The news of Cheetah's return to the game spread throughout the circle in less than an afternoon. All gamblers who paid attention to the underground game were not excited.

You know, it is not too much to describe Cheetah's competitions in the past two years as "invincible". For all the competitions he participated in, the odds can no longer be calculated by winning or losing, and in the end almost all turned into betting on the score-betting on how many points the Cheetah can win. win the game.

The crowd gathered in the arena, on the one hand, complained that the organizer informed the time too late, on the other hand, they couldn't help but rejoice that they happened to be able to watch the game in Budzinwito.

"Cheetah's recent games are very sudden, and it was the same in country C last time."

"Country C?! Isn't this kind of competition banned over there?"

The person who just started talking moved closer to his companion and said in a low voice, "I heard that Cheetah himself should be from country C. If he disappeared a while ago, he must have returned to his country."

The man who was traveling with him laughed, with a sarcasm on his face: "Nonsense, with those yellow-skinned/monkeys in country C, how could they have such achievements."

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More and more people gathered in the stadium, but "Cheetah" himself, who was at the center of public opinion, sat in the room without saying a word.

Liang Xi's eyes fell on the brand-new face shield in front of him. The metal mesh in front had already painted a cheetah's face with paint, yellow and black, extreme color contrast, and two exaggerated tear-stained stripes running from the leopard's eyes to the face. Downward, the cheetah opened its mouth wide, as if ready to bite everything that came close.

Liang Xi already knew in his heart that this was Erik's long-awaited preparations - even a new mask was prepared for him.

"When I first met you, you were about my height." Erik leaned on a cane and smiled, "Cheetah, you've grown taller now, and I'm old too."

Liang Xi didn't want to see his hypocrisy, but just held the cold helmet in his hands: "After this fight, tear up the contract in front of me."

Erik nodded slowly, his smile unchanged.

Liang Xi sighed, and stroked Cheetah's face. He had touched the familiar metal net a thousand times, but at this moment he only felt suffocated.

The situation in front of him was like a swamp, the more he tried to step out, the deeper he sank.

He remembered Lu Mingchuan's disdainful eyes and warnings. Under psychological influence, his right shoulder began to ache. Liang Xi knew that the man was right when he scolded him.

But he has no room to turn back.

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It is said to be a sharpened sword, but in fact it can't be as fast as a real blade. When Liang Xi got it in his hand, he tried it himself and found that as long as he didn't use too much force, he could at most cut through the opponent's clothes.

So, in theory, just be careful not to get stabbed in the lower leg - there is no protection there, just a relatively thick cotton knee sock, if stabbed or scratched, it is easy to hurt.

It's just that the opponent Erik arranged for him this time must not be too easy to deal with.

No matter what Liang Xi thought, the two burly men at the door still reminded him that this match must be played.

Liang Xi put on the equipment and protective clothing carefully, stood in the dark waiting area, and listened to the host mobilize the atmosphere outside, shouting: "The game will officially start at eight o'clock, the current odds are 1:6, the game starts Betting will stop later!"

This time, Liang Xi's opponent is a mysterious swordsman code-named Butcher who has been fighting in bloody competitions all year round.

Those who often follow underground games have heard of Butcher, not because of his superb skills, but because of his winning rate... Very ordinary fencing skills, laymen can see that his swordsmanship is messy, but his winning rate is very high. Up to 70.00%!

In a [-]/[-] game, this winning rate is very scary, especially, his winning rate is not supported by technology, but simply because of the word "ruthless".

Butcher's original intention of participating in the competition was for excitement. It is said that when the scale of the early underground competition was not as large as it is now, he once actually stabbed the opponent's unprotected cervical spine with a sword in his hand, and the stabbed player finally As a result, he fell into high paraplegia and never had the chance to stand up from the bed.

In a real fencing competition, it is impossible for one player to go around behind another player. This is an illegal action and will be stopped immediately by the referee. Therefore, the protection measures for the back are basically zero.

In the underground competition, obviously, no referee would call a stop because of this.

The one who stands bleeding to the end is the winner, this is the rule of the underground world.

Time passed by second by second, the audience outside became more and more crazy, the noise rushed into Liang Xi's eardrum like a tide, but he could still hear his own heartbeat amidst the extreme noise.

His heart was beating up and down in his chest, he stared at Kendo, the blood in every blood vessel in his body was ice-cold.

7:55, 5 minutes before the start of the game.

"Sir, entry is prohibited without a membership card. There is an important event here tonight." The waiter stretched out his hand and stopped Lu Mingchuan.

"I……"

Before Lu Mingchuan could utter his words, Bai Xuzhou on the side seemed to be going crazy, pushing and shoving the waiter with red eyes, and only repeated one sentence in his mouth: "I want to find Liang Xi, let me in!" It was in Chinese, he But still can't speak clearly.

Bai Xuzhou never expected that Liang Xi would come to such a place!

How is this different from the original Colosseum? !Putting his life on the line for the entertainment of the rich... Annoyance and self-blame filled Bai Xuzhou's entire four-dimensional space. Why didn't he go out with Liang Xi to meet those people!

"Sir, please control your emotions. If you do this again, I will call Anbao." The waiter couldn't understand Bai Xuzhou's words, but he staggered.

Lu Mingchuan became more and more irritable when he heard Bai Xuzhou's yelling. He frowned, trying to calm himself down, and searched for one name after another in his mind... Fortunately, the Lu family is in foreign trade business. He is in country A, so it should not be completely absent. access.

If he hadn't seen Lu Mingchuan wearing a famous brand, the waiter would have long since wanted to entangle them here. He turned around and was about to leave after saying a word, but was suddenly grabbed by Lu Mingchuan's arm...

8:00

The bell rang, the sound was huge, and it had a resonance that hovered for a long time.

The audience on the stage were like orcs who were about to turn into an illusion in the middle of the night. They exposed their veins one by one, shouted, stood up and waved their fists. They were eager to see blood, eager to see excitement, and eager to double their bets in an instant... Primitive The desire evaporated into the air, and the blood-like metallic smell stimulated Liang Xi's nerves.

He was pushed onto the field by Erik's Hawkdog behind him.

"Allez!" The referee started, which meant that there was no way out.

Liang Xi clenched the sword in his hand and pointed it at his opponent.

On the face of the butcher is a grimace with a wide open mouth and bright red teeth, which is gorgeous and terrifying.

There is no rule prohibiting communication in the underground competition. Liang Xi heard a low voice from behind the visor: "Let? Chill.

Before Liang Xi could react, the butcher's sword was slashing straight at him!

Liang Xi took a step back and used the defensive method of saber to erect the blade to block outwards, but due to his unskilled movements, he was half a second late!The moment the butcher's sword fell on Liang Xi's arm, there was a chill on his arm... The clothes were easily torn apart.

Liang Xi raised his head in shock and looked at the butcher. Hearing his piercing laughter, he suddenly realized the danger!

In this match, the sword that Erik gave him was just an ordinary blunt blade, but what Erik gave to the opponent was a carefully polished sword that was as sharp as a real knife!

From the beginning to the end, he never, ever planned to let Liang Xi go back unscathed...