Shura love

As Di Mojun said, as far as fighting is concerned, no official or unofficial event can compare to the KO rate of black market boxing. Many people refuse to recognize the legitimacy and existence of black market boxing, thinking that it is a kind of A cruel sport that should not exist, but anyone who has a little contact with black market boxing has to admit that the original collision of physical strength can best stimulate the beasts and blood hidden deep in the human heart.

I have never eaten pork and I have seen pigs running. Basically everyone knows the existence of black market boxing, but few people know what kind of training those people will receive before becoming boxers. Perhaps in the eyes of the world, only the so-called The training of the strongest special forces members in the army is the cruelest. No one knows that the cruelest training is actually the training of black market boxers.

In a week, Yan Moshang finally knew what is real hell, what is real cruelty, what is real cruelty, what is... On the first day of entering the training base, the coaches don't care whether you are a newcomer or not Every day, he has to fight wild animals with those strong men and women, use tree trunks, stones or steel bars to practice fists and kicks, and guard against other players' deadly sneak attacks from time to time. If the training task is not completed, they must starve Stomach, or find something to eat by yourself.

On the third day, he saw with his own eyes a group of black people brutally raped and murdered a woman, and ate her alive. In the real primitive society, if one is not careful, let alone get out alive, it is estimated that even the bones will not be left.

Yan Moshang's appearance is definitely handsome, and he grew up in the Long family since he was a child. Although he was not favored by the Long family, the Long family has never owed him in terms of food and clothing. The coveted target of everyone in the base, including those coaches, they have hinted to him more than once, both openly and secretly, that as long as he is willing to let them do it, they can keep him alive. Such hints are undoubtedly very tempting here, but Yan Moshang acted as if he hadn't seen it every time, turned and left indifferently. In the past seven days, he hadn't had a good night's sleep or eaten a full meal. Although it was hard work, it was not without reward, and the effect was very significant .

"roar~"

"Whoosh..."

Perhaps it was because he irritated the coach by his repeated refusals. Today, his opponent is a ferocious adult Siberian tiger. It was stipulated that spiritual power and weapons could not be used, and only fists could be used to fight wild animals. After fighting with the Siberian tiger for almost half an hour, Yan Moshang squatted on the ground panting, and there was no good place for his clothes. , The shoulders, back, thighs and other places were all painted, and the bright red blood was pouring out.

But he couldn't fall down. Around him, many people who had completed the training tasks were staring at him. On the opposite side, the Siberian tiger, which was completely enraged by him, roared furiously, ready to tear him apart, while the former was waiting. He was killed by Siberian tigers, and then... drank his blood and ate his flesh.

"Pooh!"

With his eyes fixed on the roaring Siberian tiger opposite him, Yan Moshang roughly wiped the blood from the corners of his face and mouth with his hands. His physical strength is gradually losing with the massive blood loss, so he must quickly find a way to kill his opponent. , otherwise... "Roar!"

It was too late and then too soon, the irritable Siberian tiger suddenly spread its four hooves, the huge tiger body drew a perfect arc in the air, and the sharp claws radiated a cold light under the sunlight, aiming at the squatting tiger. Yan Moshang, who was panting on the ground, rushed over fiercely.

"Grass!"

Yan Moshang, who had been on guard all along, let out a low curse, stood up abruptly and dodged it sideways, and at the same time, punched the Siberian tiger's neck with a fist as strong as steel, but unfortunately, the Siberian tiger avoided it shrewdly and quickly. After his attack, he swung his front paws around and swept away Yan Moshang's slender body with a touch.

"Uh... grass, it hurts!"

After finally getting up, Yan Moshang leaned his back against the big tree, enduring the pain that his body was about to fall apart, and stared fiercely at the Siberian tiger that seemed to be about to charge again. Damn, if he continues like this, he will undoubtedly die.

"Mo Shang?!"

On the other side, under the leadership of Xiao Hanxing, a group of Di Mojun came to the monitoring room located outside the training base. When they saw Yan Moshang who was fighting the Siberian tiger alone on the screen, Yan Chenxiu exclaimed, his eyes widened. Instantly filled with hot tears, Mo Shang...