A week later, the world fighting competition is in full swing, and 27 games have been completed so far.

The number of people in each game is about 100, and nearly 3,000 people have died so far. 17 winners have been decided, 10 of whom have gained supernatural powers.

And why are there only 17 winners in 27 games?

The main reason is death due to excessive injuries. A fight to the death with real swords and guns is not a game, and the blood bar of victory will not be filled up. Often, after a fight, no one is intact, and fatal injuries are common. Therefore, they

If you want to survive, you must not only kill other people, but also ensure that you are not seriously injured.

Apart from that, the only thing left is to comprehend a certain rhyme from the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, and thus gain a certain level of cultivation.

The vitality of monks is very comparable to that of human beings. Even during the Qi training period, their ability to withstand injuries is far beyond that of ordinary people, and they can survive many fatal injuries.

Someone has compiled the above information on the Internet and made a very detailed guide. Many online bloggers have filmed relevant videos to teach people how to kill with a knife, how to escape in the venue or pretend to be dead. Once upon a time digital

Bloggers such as Electronic Food Psychology and others suddenly transformed into martial arts masters and martial arts masters.

Maybe it's just talk on paper, and listening to them will definitely lead to a tragic death. But it also shows the popularity of this game. The "World Series of Fighting" can be found almost everywhere there is an Internet.

Whether you are on a two-dimensional platform, a current affairs platform, a social platform, or even an illegal pornographic website. As long as there is room for discussion, there is indispensable discussion of fighting competitions.

There is a desire for bonuses, there is criticism of this barbaric behavior, and more importantly, there is a desire for supernatural power. From ancient times to the present, the pursuit of extraordinary power has never been cut off, from princes and generals to common people, without exception.

On the walls that used to be full of graffiti, portraits of the winners of martial arts competitions were hung. The huge advertising screens next to the highway also showed competition scenes.

Gambling items for the World Martial Arts Conference are also displayed in betting shops on the street. Betting on the number of people who will survive after a few minutes, betting on the end time, and betting on the winner, the odds are at least 50 times.

The odds for civilian children and women are often thousands of times higher, for adult men it is generally 30 times, and for some people who look very strong or have special professions, the odds are around 10 times. For example, the odds of a heavyweight boxing champion are only 1.5 times, which is simply low.

Outrageous.

A man in a shabby suit stood in front of the betting shop, holding a few banknotes in his hand.

"gentlemen."

A boyish male voice came from behind.

The man in the suit turned around and saw a young man wearing rags, about 1.6 meters tall, and no more than 16 years old.

"Where did the dog kid come from?"

Dog children is a derogatory term for children who live on the streets. They live in garbage dumps like wild dogs, rummaging through trash cans and begging, so they are called dog children. Of course, it also has another meaning. Children are dogs.

The parents they abandoned were dogs.

Long Shaoming didn't have much reaction to this title. He had been used to being called since he was a child.

"Sir, are you going to bet on a player in the World Fighting Championship?"

"What does it have to do with you?" The man still didn't have a good look on his face. Long Shaoming said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "My name is Long Shaoming. You can buy me, sir. You just need to give me 100 suo to buy some bread to fill my stomach. I will repay you."

Ten thousand times."

"What you say is none of my business, get out of here."

The man in the suit had a hint of impatience in his tone, and then he reacted and asked: "Wait, you want to appear?"

The man is considered a senior gambler. For him, the most attractive thing about gambling is the high odds. Many people will pay special attention to the highest odds if they don’t buy eggs.

Among them, the odds for the elderly are as high as 5,000 times, followed by the odds for the young people who are not yet underage, 3,000 times. If the child in front of you is going to appear, the odds will be at least 2,000 times.

Long Shaoming nodded slightly and stretched out his right hand: "Sir, do you want to take a gamble? Even if you only buy 1,000 yuan, you still have 2 million (about 210,000 Chinese currency)."

"You really want to go on stage. Once you go up, you can't get back down." The man in the suit was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the other party was really going to go on stage.

Although the World Series of Fighting is called a competition, it is actually a bloody fight to the death. Only one of more than 100 people can come out. Many so-called veteran professional boxers may not survive, let alone a child.

"I will win." Long Shaoming and Zhang Xixi's face was filled with inexplicable confidence, which was out of proportion to his body that had been malnourished all year round.

"I only need to have a good meal, and you can get 2 million. This is a very affordable deal."

The man in a suit took out a 100-yuan note from his wallet and handed it to Long Shaoming. He said with a gloomy look: "Take it and buy a piece of bread to chew on. Don't think about going on stage. It's hard to live such a long life. There is no need to die at this time."

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"Since you made a promise, you can't break it." Long Shaoming put away the 100 yuan, turned around and left.

"Sir, please remember to buy me. My name is Long Shaoming."

It wasn't until the young man's background disappeared that the man in the suit came back to his senses, walked into the betting shop, and began to place bets on today's players.

There are 128 people in total, and only one of them has odds of 3,000 times.

The player's name is Long Shaoming, and the photo is exactly the same as the dog kid I just met.

"Damn it. You can't, right??"

The man in the suit's eyes were dull. He originally thought he was here to cheat him with food and drinks, but he didn't expect that the other party actually wanted to go on stage.

"What are you waiting for? The game is about to start."

The customer behind him urged him dissatisfiedly, and the boss also began to urge him: "If you haven't thought clearly, just go and sit next to him first."

The man in the "buy" suit slapped a 10,000-yuan bill on the table. Originally, he was pointing at a heavyweight boxing champion, but for some unknown reason, he accidentally pointed at the boy with the highest odds.

"With odds of 3,000 times, you are really a gambling dog."

On the other side, Long Shaoming walked out of the bakery, holding a piece of bread in his hand. The dirty children suddenly swarmed around him.

"Don't worry, everyone has a share, so there is no need to worry."

But what they wanted was not bread. The children hugged his thigh tightly and said nothing.

Long Shaoming didn't know why and asked: "What's wrong with everyone? Are you being bullied by others? Duo'er, what happened?"

Seeing no one answered, he turned his attention to the most obedient little girl.

The little girl named Duoer responded obediently: "We don't want the boss to die. If the boss can't defeat those adults, you will die."

After saying this, the others couldn't help but burst into tears, and everyone started crying almost at the same time.

Long Shaoming is their eldest and their father. He takes them to pick up garbage, takes them to beg, takes them to find a place where they can spend the winter, and takes them to survive in this cold steel forest.

Although he is only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, he has supported the lives of these children.

"Oh, oh, oh, don't die, boss. What will we do if you die!"

"Boss, don't go."

Long Shaoming did not agree or refuse. He just smiled at these children, touched their heads and said: "Believe me, I will definitely let you go to school, let you live in a warm house, and let you have enough to eat."

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The bread was distributed and he kept a half-fist-sized piece for himself.

After swallowing a mouthful of bread, he turned and walked towards the huge metal arena. He showed his identity and was taken into the side door without any inspection. The cries of the children behind him gradually disappeared, and as the iron door closed heavily, the sunlight disappeared.

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Only his eyes always exuded golden light and always carried high-spirited confidence.

Long Shaoming knew that this was his chance to change his life. It was a one-time chance. The previous stars might also be an opportunity. Even a kid like him who grew up in a garbage dump knew that selling the stars could

Live a good life.

Or if you eat it, you may gain superhuman strength.

But he neither sells nor eats it.

He didn't sell it because he was afraid that he would not have that life to enjoy. He may not have heard of the crime of holding a jade, but he understood the truth. On weekdays in the slums, even having 1,000 yuan on him could put his life in danger, let alone

a star.

For a long time, he walked on thin ice, fearing that the existence of the stars would be discovered.

I don’t eat it because I can’t bite it.

As a person who grew up eating garbage, Long Shaoming gave himself such a name from some film and television works from China, but he does not have the arrogance of "completely relying on himself". He makes a living by picking up garbage.

, where does the arrogance come from, it’s just for survival.

If eating stars would make his life better, he would eat them without hesitation.

In the preparation room, hundreds of people gathered here, making the scene even more chaotic.

They knew that they were going to fight each other later, and there was no emotion at all. They looked at each other with hostility, wishing they could reduce their competition goals now. Most of the target people participating in this game were desperate or planning to give it a try.

A desperate desperado must be fierce.

As soon as Long Shaoming walked in, dozens of looks came to him, but no one made a move.

Because there were two monks standing at the door, staring at everyone with cold eyes, intimidating everyone with absolute force.

Their clothes, similar to those of ancient China, are a symbol of status in the Black Soil State. They are like nobles and are not guilty of murder. Of course, the sect responsible for maintaining order this time is biased towards the right path and still looks down on mortals in their bones, but they will not care too much about them.

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Long Shaoming swaggered towards the wall on the right. There were countless cold weapons piled there, reflecting slightly under the light. Each weapon had been sharpened. And they were all made of special steel, which could be called gods in ancient times.

Weapons.

After some selection, Long Shaoming chose a long spear.

Guns are the most powerful cold weapons with the lowest cost of training. As a kid who grew up in a garbage dump, he naturally has never practiced so-called cold weapons, but he also understands that a stick is more effective than a knife.
To be continued...