The boss asked Hai Lian to come out, and it was nothing more than telling him the simple rules that you can hear no matter which black boxing arena you go to: Knock out your opponent with any method you can think of, fists, legs, teeth, The forehead... made it impossible for him to stand up again. If you can survive three people, you will be the focus of tonight. At this time, you are eligible to take up weapons and end with the most exciting weapon fight for everyone.
Of course, the weapon fight requires that one of the parties "never stand up."
"You can take anything, we have everything here, knuckles, long spears, Dongzhou sword, Beimo knife..." The boss introduced, "but fire guns are not good, I'm afraid of hurting the guests, and it's not very interesting. Mo's sharpshooter needs some arm strength and eyesight, what's the point of punching a hole in a person's body with a gun, don't you think?"
"I know all the rules, just one thing," Hailian interrupted the boss' chatter, and pulled out his own dagger, "I brought my own weapon, is that okay? My own things are easy to use."
Hailian's dagger is slightly different from the curved daggers used by assassins in the southern border. The handle is slightly curved but the blade is straight. There is a line of vaguely engraved patterns on the handle, but because it is held by Hailian, it can't be seen clearly. In addition, there is no decoration on the top and bottom of the dagger, the sharp edge is as bright as a stream of snow, which can almost illuminate the silhouette of a person, and the bloodletting groove in the center is like a straight silver line received in the handle. Even a person who doesn't know how to do it can tell at a glance that this is definitely not an ordinary product.
The boss rolled his eyes on Li Ren and Hai Lian's faces for a few rounds before pointing to the table beside him: "Of course. Put it aside first, and come and get it later."
Hai Lian nodded. He took off the knife and put it aside, moving his wrist towards the center of the field.
There was a slight commotion in the crowd, and everyone's eyes were focused on Hai Lian. In their eyes, this newcomer didn't look like a person who was going to fight for life and death. It's pretty, but this place isn't a big theater. A pretty face has no effect except to arouse more desire for abuse when the nose is bruised and the face is swollen. Hai Lian drooped his shoulders listlessly in the commotion, the corners of his mouth curled into an indifferent arc, his expression was calm, neither fearful nor nervous, as if he didn't know what he was going to experience next.
Perhaps only his late teacher standing here could see the young man's excitement suppressed deep in his pupils from Hailian's half-drowned eyes.
twenty two.
Unfortunately, the excitement turned to disappointment after a quarter of an hour.
Teacher, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I should believe your words. Hailian thought to himself after overthrowing the second opponent.
I'm literally a bully.
He wasn't uninjured, but compared to the damage he inflicted on his opponent, those wounds on his body were as insignificant as a child scratching his face in a fight. Hai Lian licked the corner of his mouth, and while tasting the rusty taste of blood on the tip of his tongue, he looked at his next opponent with disinterest.
The third person to enter was actually the strong man who had a conflict with him. The man didn't know whether he was frightened by the words of his backstage companion, or by Hailian's quick and easy way to bring down the two of them. As soon as he stepped into the sand, he waved his fist at Hailian with the mentality of early death and early death. Such a reckless attack made Hailian curl his lips, and he dodged lightly, and at the same time he waved his hand towards him back of the head. After only four or five rounds of confrontation, the strong man stumbled and fell to the ground. Dust immediately covered his head and body, and his right face ran over the ground, forming a symmetrical scar with his left cheekbone.
"Should I teach you how to remove your arm?" Hai Lian asked amidst loud cheers.
The man who could no longer raise his arms had dust in his throat, and his hoarse begging for mercy mixed with his broken coughing sounded a little pathetic. Hai Lian is not a villain, since the rule is to make the opponent unable to stand up, then he will not really kill people, he let go of his hand, and took a few steps back, so that the audience can see his opponent clearly Indeed, there was no way to fight back. However, Hailian's benevolence made the spectators not satisfied. They complained that no one was killed after three rounds, and urged Hailian to step on the man's neck, and cheers poured from Hailian's left ear. To the right ear, someone threw coins at him, and these gadgets were thrown into the arena, and some of them hit Hai Lian's body.
"This is a cage." Agger pointed to the top of his head.
"cage?"
"Those locked inside are all animals."
"Including them?" Hailian pointed to the enthusiastic audience in front of him.
"Of course." Agg replied, "They thought the fence in the middle was animals, and they were watching the animals fight. In fact, as long as you enter this gate, there will be no more people, only animals."
"But, the two of us are standing in the door now... Ouch!" Hailian was flicked on the forehead.
Hailian felt that the place hit by the coin hurt more than the place hit by the fist. Although his teacher is a bastard, the bastard will occasionally say a few truthful words, as long as he stands in the cage, he is a beast for spectators to tease, a toy. These fights rooted in a small circle have nothing to do with survival, let alone glory. They just make another group of beasts who smell blood and get excited swallow two mouthfuls of saliva.
And he won't show these people a flattering smirk like a "wolf" or a "jag". The young man pursed his lips tightly, and walked towards the boss a little faster: "Is it the turn of the final fight? Give me the knife."
"Here." The boss handed the thing to him.
Hailian took a look: "This is not my knife."
"This is your knife," said the boss.
What Hai Lian held in his palm was just a piece of half-rusted iron inserted into the wooden handle, and the two bright gaps on the blade were like the front teeth of a child changing teeth, showing him a mocking smile. If this thing is a dagger, it is an insult to the word "dagger".
Hailian repeated, "Give me my knife."
"Did you bring the knife? I don't know." The boss smiled.
"you-"
"Come on, don't keep the guests waiting."
The boss had an extra gun in his hand at some point, and the round muzzle was pressed against the young man's strong waist, just like the short-fired gun that Fang Tinglan kissed Hailian's cheek that night.
For a moment, the evil tide surging in Hailian's chest almost broke through his heart, turning into a beast and biting at the shameless face in front of him. This man's surname is not Fang, he's just a rascal with a fat brain. Hai Lian has no less than ten ways to slit his throat before the other party shoots, but he can't do that. The scorpion ambers are still in the auditorium, more than one pair of eyes are staring at him, assessing him, if he wants to live a peaceful life in the future, now he has to honestly be a toy under their noses, and stop doing any provocative behavior .
The young man clenched his teeth and then relaxed. He lowered his black eyes and stared at the gun that had no intention of giving in. After a long while, he suddenly gave a low chuckle.
Immediately, Hailian loosened his shoulders, turned around and returned to the arena holding the piece of rusted iron.
"Aren't you afraid of him?" After Hailian left, someone came over and asked.
"Why should I be afraid of a corpse?" the boss asked with a smile. Hailian's performance today exceeded his expectations, but it was still within controllable range, such as the rotten dagger he handed over.
The boss continued: "This little guy was sent by the 'those people', and it was clear that he wanted him to die here today. I'm not stupid, of course I'm happy to give the 'those people' a favor."
"Then... who will be his opponent?"
The boss thought for a while: "Let Lie Ma pick an axe. His patron paid a lot of money today, so he must come out to see the blood."
The other party responded, and went in to find Lie Ma. After a while, a man came out with a fine steel ax in hand. Before he entered the arena, a sharp-eyed person in the auditorium spotted Lie Ma's iconic messy hair: "It's Lie Ma!"
As soon as the voice fell, the temperature in the dark black boxing ring rose several degrees. People shouted the name of this boxing general who has always won the boxing ring. Whether it was his ferocious face or the weight of his hands, he seemed to be able to kill people. The heavy ax they used showed that there was a huge gap in strength and weapons between the two, and there was a high probability that the next massacre would be a one-sided massacre. Some people were already clamoring that if Lie Ma could chop off Hai Lian's head alive, He rewarded Lie Ma with a bag of gold coins.
The boss was very satisfied that the atmosphere on the stage reached its climax as he wished. He put away his gun, took out Hailian's dagger, and sighed after enjoying it leisurely: "Such a good knife, it's too good for this kid!" It's a waste, it's better to keep it for the living people to use..." The man's muttering gradually died down, but his eyes gradually widened, "This is..."
In the arena a few steps away, the young man who in his eyes was already certain to die took off his clothes.
Hailian has only just turned twenty, and his physique is still between that of a teenager and a young man. After years of training and fighting, he is thin and thin, and he has grown where he should be. He usually likes to wear loose clothes, and he has such a face, so it always makes people feel a little thin.
But what surprised the boss was not Hailian's figure, nor the mottled old injuries on his body, but a palm-sized mark on the young man's shoulder.
There was originally a fine tiger head tattooed there, even through the night light, you can vaguely see the pair of delicate tiger ears and the two thick and long tiger teeth drawn by the pigment seeping into the skin. But the rest of the tiger's head was covered by a ferocious brand, just looking at it made people jump in fear.
There are many hooligans with tiger tattoos on the black street, but the only ones who tattoo such a tiger are members of the White Tiger Gang back then, and they have to be high-level personnel. Three years ago, the White Tiger Gang was bloodbathed due to internal strife. Not only the leader was sent to the gallows, but the rest of the core members were either killed or captured. There are exaggerated rumors that the people who cleaned up the dead bodies walked into the scene as if they stepped on the ground after a heavy rain. Such a big cleaning, there is no reason why such a fish slipped through the net...
When the man thought of this, the cold dagger in his hand suddenly seemed to be a piece of iron, almost scalding his palm.
Only one will live. Only the fuse of the betrayal...
"No... Damn..." He was startled and blurted out, "We can't let the fierce horse play!"