Every era has its own main theme. In the mysterious age before the gods shed their glory, the main theme was violence, plunder, and destruction. All living things had to compete for resources, and all living things risked their lives to reproduce and survive.
In this age of gods, Igula believes that the current main theme is domination.
Dominate others, dominate organizations, dominate culture, dominate ideas...
Large-scale wars have become difficult to occur, and people no longer expand territory. Everyone is competing for existing resources. Classes have become solidified, the system has become supreme, plunder has been replaced by a higher level of exploitation, and all actions must abide by the rules of the game set thousands of years ago.
Pure violence without style is no longer appropriate. Only a romantic mind can thrive in this world.
When it comes to domination, the psychic is undoubtedly the best choice.
Although Igula is only a two-wing psychic, his class is inherently fixed and his life trajectory is determined at birth. Most people have no chance of entering the Blood Moon Kingdom in the virtual realm. He is simply a beast at the top of the food chain.
The most advanced and dangerous knowledge is controlled by the Blood Saints and the Moon Shadows. Ordinary magicians have never even heard of the psychic faction, let alone guard against it.
Even Igula's spiritual knowledge was due to the awakening of the Veela blood in his body, which allowed him to find the two important magic spirits of "resonance" and "fulfillment of contract" in the virtual world, thus allowing him to be reborn as a psychic.
In addition, he is a contractor in the insurance industry and possesses the basic magic skill "Contract", so he put together a miracle specifically for intelligent creatures - "Keep your word"!
No matter it is a joke or a lie, once someone reaches an agreement with Igula, he can use "resonance" to establish a connection with the other party, use "contract" to make a promise, and then use "fulfillment" to require the other party to practice his words!
In civilized society, his miracles were always successful. If he hadn't hit a wall, he would be enjoying a glass of wine in a sunny beach villa instead of fighting on the bottom floor of a prison surrounded by lakes.
But as long as there are rules, he is still the dominant one, and prison is no exception.
Even though the use of magic spirits is prohibited here, magic spirits are the embodiment of knowledge, and Igula can still achieve his goal in a roundabout way.
The magic spirit is like a bonfire for barbecue. Even if the fire is out, as long as you take some time to drill wood to make fire, you can still light it again for barbecue.
The three magic arts of 'contract', 'resonance' and 'fulfillment' are all closely related to the art of speech. With the power of language alone, Igula can bypass the limitations of the chip and arouse the resonance of the magic arts.
In the past 45 death matches, he used the miracle of "keeping his word" to force the opponent to agree to the death match. Even if the opponent lost, he would agree to his second, third, and fourth death match until Igula squeezed their contribution points dry.
'He would attack the left side of my face'.
"Weak, weak, so weak!"
Igula easily dodged Ash's attack and taunted him wantonly, "Your fist smells like milk. Who do you think you can hit?!"
'He would raise his foot and hit my left calf'.
'He wanted to hold me'.
'He wanted to throw a right hook'.
Strong thoughts continuously flowed into Igula's consciousness from his opponent. Igula looked at this man who was like a trapped beast with pity, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corners of his mouth - after being chained, the livestock had lost the ability to hurt its owner!
This is a little trick that Igula invented after he was imprisoned. It is not a miracle, but it is just through the connection of the "contract" and the induction of language that the "resonance" continues to take effect between Igula and the opponent, thereby obtaining the opponent's offensive intention!
If he could leave Broken Lake Prison, perhaps Igula could invent a miracle similar to "strike first".
But even this unformed little trick was enough to help Igulas win 45 games in a row!
However, the winning streak will soon add 10 games - in Igula's view, Ash Heath is already a lamb sprinkled with cumin and ready to be roasted! This death match is just the starting point. Next, Igula will win ten games in a row against him and completely take away his initial 50 contribution points!
This is the meaning of the death match, to eliminate the weak and identify the livestock!
Crawl at my feet and let me trample you, beast!
'He's going to hit me in the chest with a straight punch'.
Igula dodged his fist and punched back, teasing, "Come on, you almost hit me—huh?"
Although his fist missed, Ash quickly lowered his head to avoid Igula's attack, and even got into his arms and raised his elbow.
Igula naturally retreated quickly to avoid it, but he was confused in his heart - this was the first time that Ash dodged his attack.
While once is nothing, it's not a good sign.
We can’t play this anymore, just knock him out.
With this thought in mind, Igula shook the blood off his fist, shouted and rushed forward, using all his energy to capture Ash's intentions and attack Ash's vital points!
"Don't waste time, beautiful beast, just get it over with!"
"It's rare to have a newcomer, don't ruin it so quickly!"
"Beautiful beast, you have contributed so much, why not let me have some fun too!"
"Beautiful beast, take the knife next time. I want to eat some chewy thigh meat! Lang, don't snatch it from me!"
The prisoners in the audience laughed and joked, but Langna, who was drawing a circle on her boyfriend's heart, suddenly said, "Even if I don't fight with you, you won't get it."
"Um?"
The prisoners were slightly startled, and when they looked closely, many of them changed their expressions: "This kid... is this a follower of the Four Pillar Gods..."
Although Ash's movements were clumsy, his defensive efficiency was visibly increasing. Before, every punch from Igula hit the target, but now it was good if Igula could hit the target once out of four punches, and this punch might be blocked by Ash with his arms.
It's not a leap forward in physical fitness, but more like developing a fighting instinct.
Ash's movements did not become faster, and even slowed down due to fatigue and pain, but his movements became more agile, as if he had completely turned into the shape of Igula. As long as Igula raised his hand, he knew how to respond.
To be honest, Igula is not that strong in the Deathmatch Club, not even in the second tier. His strength lies in his ability to skin and pull out the weak, breaking the prison rules and completely draining the losers, but everyone has to admit that Igula does have a good vision and can always find the weak that he can bully. His past 45 undefeated deathmatches are enough to explain everything.
When Ash and Igula walked onto the stage, everyone thought that Ash would lose all his contribution points and become a permanent guest of the Blood Moon Trial. After all, Ash did not show any fighting talent and looked like a pretty boy, which made people deeply doubt whether this so-called Four Pillars God Cult was another name for the Rich Women's Dating Center.
However, after just a few minutes of fighting, Ash was reborn, from a greenhouse flower that didn't even know how to defend, into a calm and experienced jungle carnivorous plant, and even had the upper hand!
“Master Tiger, it seems that he is the same type of person as you.” Someone laughed and said, “I didn’t expect that Igula would be played as a pig to eat the tiger.”
"No."
Tiger, the white-haired old man who is used to playing coward, looked very serious at this time: "He is not pretending to be a pig, he was a real pig before."
"You can't fake your body." Ronna also sat up straight on his boyfriend's lap and said, "His body has not been tempered by any battles. At first glance, he is a pampered scholar. I brought him in, and I saw clearly that all his physical reactions are not like those of a person who has been trained in battle. He is not even as good as a child."
"Judging from his defensive posture at the beginning of the fight, this fight might even be one of the rare close combats he has had in recent years."
Someone murmured: "How is it possible... Doesn't this mean..."
"That's right." In the darkness, Langna said with emotion: "A wrong person, in a wrong place, awakened the wrong talent. This is really... a pity."
Snapped!
Igula blocked Ash's fist with both hands. This was his first defense since the beginning of the fight. Compared with the onlookers in the audience, Igula had a deeper understanding of Ash's progress speed - he simply went from a silent livestock to a... roaring livestock.
"What a lovely fist, softer than a baby's fist." Igula grinned and said, "Are you tired?"
Ash remained silent, pacing and confronting Igula, looking for a gap in Igula's defense.
"I have to admit that I underestimated you. Your learning speed far exceeded my expectations. Is it a gift from the Four Pillars? Or is it a talent you just discovered? I admit that you have the ability to get rid of livestock, but your physical fitness is too poor. It is so poor that I only need to delay time to tire you out!"
"The one contribution point you bet is your ransom for your transformation from a livestock to a human. Be thankful, Ash Hiss, you are the only livestock that can break free from the chains, but that's all. After this death fight, I will no longer have anything to do with you, nor will I accept any challenges from you. Under the rules of the prison, you cannot retaliate against me."
"Understanding the rules, utilizing the rules, and controlling the rules is what true strength is. And your little fighting talent can only turn you from a domestic animal into a... beast at best!"
"When you are swallowed by power and sent to struggle in the Blood Moon Trial, I will sit in a safe place, drinking red wine and admiring your ugliness. This is the difference between you and me, this is the distance between the dominated and the ruler!"
Just then, Ash suddenly said, "Don't cover your face."
Igula smiled disdainfully. Only a fool would listen to you.
"You're pretty, I want to take a closer look."
"You are quite pretty, I want to take a closer look at you."
Ash's words and true thoughts came at the same time, making Igula stunned for a moment. It was the first time he heard such praise in the ring. Out of his instinct to show off, he subconsciously let his hands go -
Snapped!
The long-accumulated punch hit Igula's face hard, knocking Igula unconscious.
Ding ding ding!
"The winner is Ash Hiss!"