Go to the door of a small room and swipe the card to open the door.
Luo Zhouzhou saw a nameplate hanging on the door with the word "Sharp Blade" printed on it.
After closing the door, all the shouts were isolated from the outside, and suddenly my ears felt quiet.
Luo Zhouzhou began to look at the room.
This is a lounge, it's not big, but it has everything you need. Bathroom, wardrobe, couch, as well as projection TV and a refrigerator.
Chu Feng walked to a square table, pressed the intercom, "Xiaofeng, come to my lounge... Yes, a game today... You arrange... "
Luo Zhouzhou stared blankly at Chu Feng, seeing that he was familiar with everything, and this lounge looked like his.
After a while, the door was pushed open, and a bald man walked in, and said with a loud laugh: "Sharp Blade, you are finally here, do you know that those audiences are waiting crazy."
Luo Zhouzhou glanced at Chu Feng.
sharp blade? Is his name sharp? No wonder these two words are also posted on the door of the room.
Chu Feng took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator, unscrewed it, and handed it to Luo Zhouzhou. He said indifferently, "Then let them go crazy."
Xiaofeng smiled and closed his mouth.
Luo Zhouzhou looked at Xiaofeng, he was in his forties, very burly, and the exposed parts of his body were covered with tattoos. No matter his age or size, he doesn't quite match the small print.
And since he entered the door, Chu Feng has restrained his gentle expression, his eyes are indifferent, as if he is really wearing a mask.
"The owner is so anxious, and I don't know how to contact you. I'm looking forward to it every day." Xiaofeng kept talking since he came in, "Today's audience has a surprise, and finally waited until the sharp edge came. Hey, prepare to fight a few times. field?"
Chu Feng didn't answer, just pushed Luo Zhouzhou next to him in front of him and said, "Take him to find the best position."
Only then did Xiaofeng notice that there were other people in the house, and looked at Luo Zhouzhou in surprise.
However, although he talked a lot, he was very smart. He didn't ask much, just nodded and agreed.
"Attention, if he loses a hair, I want your boxing ring to stop." The threat in Chu Feng's warning was very strong.
Xiaofeng didn't care about his attitude, patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, leave everything to me."
Chu Feng looked at Luo Zhouzhou and said, "Follow Xiaofeng."
"What about you?" Luo Zhouzhou stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve, "I won't go if you don't go."
In this unfamiliar fighting arena, he was a little uneasy, and he didn't want to leave Chu Feng for half a step.
Chu Feng raised his hand to adjust the position of his mask and said softly, "Don't worry, I'll find you in a while."
Luo Zhouzhou reluctantly followed Xiaofeng out the door.
Walking in the long passage, Xiaofeng looked sideways at him from time to time, looking at his sweater vest and small leather shoes that were out of place here.
After looking at it again, he finally couldn't help asking: "Are you a sharp-edged omega? How could he find such a good omega?"
Luo Zhouzhou wanted to say that he was not an omega, but the meaning expressed in Xiaofeng's words made him unhappy, and Chu Feng was belittled.
"I'm his omega, he can easily find a good omega like me." Luo Zhouzhou's face was tight.
Xiaofeng glanced at him again and explained, "I mean, a lot of omegas are crazy about sharp blades, but they're all different from you."
Luo Zhouzhou keenly caught the words and asked vigilantly, "A lot? How many?"
Xiaofeng laughed, his shoulders shaking with laughter, and said, "Don't panic, Sharp Blade never pays attention to them. Obviously, you are the most special."
"I didn't panic." Luo Zhouzhou said, and he started to secretly rejoice because of the most special one. "You also said that I am the most special."
"Yes, you are indeed the most special, and the sharp blade is very different to you."
Luo Zhouzhou nodded in agreement, and asked curiously, "Why do you call him Sharp Blade?"
Xiaofeng shrugged and said, "Because we're an underground fighting arena, we don't see the light, understand? The boxer here doesn't need his real name, everyone just knows his name is Sharpblade. He wears a mask as long as he enters the arena. After so many years, even I haven't seen what he looks like."
It turned out that Chu Feng was a boxer in the underground fighting arena.
Luo Zhouzhou thought it was incredible. As a military general, why did Chu Feng become a boxer in such an underground fighting arena
Xiaofeng saw his doubts and said: "The sharp blade has been fighting here for many years, and I have followed him for many years. When I first saw him, he was still a teenager, as thin as a bamboo pole. , and wearing a ridiculous mask."
Xiaofeng held a circle with both hands, comparing the thickness of a bamboo pole, and said, "But that look looks like a wolf."
He smiled and continued: "At that time, the owner disliked him and told him to get out. He said that if he was killed, he had to throw the body away, which was troublesome. But he said, he would know if he could try it out. Promise and let him be driven away."
"But do you know what happened later?" Xiaofeng asked.
Luo Zhouzhou asked nervously, "What happened?"
Xiaofeng smacked his lips and said, "The last winner of the night was standing on the ring to celebrate. He appeared out of nowhere, got into the ring and challenged others."
"Then, did the winner agree?" Luo Zhouzhou stopped and raised his heart.
Xiaofeng also stood still and said: "He didn't agree at first, and the audience was laughing, thinking it was some kind of funny improv program arranged by the boxing stadium. But the sharp edge's attitude was very firm, and he was not polite when he spoke. Without being provoked, he agreed to his challenge."
"It wasn't until the fight really started that the audience knew it was real and not a show." Xiaofeng laughed.
"And then?" Luo Zhouzhou tugged the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands.
Xiaofeng glanced at the corner of his shirt and said briefly, "Afterwards, he won the battle, and the owner left him."
After speaking, the two fell into silence and continued to walk forward.
Walking through the long passage, I only heard a thunderous shout coming from the front.
Luo Zhouzhou didn't need to ask to know that although Xiaofeng understated 'he won the fight', how cruel that fight would be.
One was the winner of the night, and the other was a skinny teenager who was nothing more than a teenager.
Xiaofeng also fell into memory.
He still remembers that fight many years ago.
All the audience held their breath and looked at the two people lying on the ring.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..." the referee counted loudly.
In the end, it was the boy who stood up trembling from the ring.
In the sudden burst of cheers from the audience, he hung his hands and hunched his back, his face was covered in blood, and his mask was dyed red.
Slowly raising his head, in his swollen eyes, there is a ruthless light...
In that fight, he broke several ribs and had bleeding inside his skull. The defeated opponent was less injured than him, but he lay down and couldn't get up and didn't move.
But the blade stood up and emerged victorious in the end.
"Wolf cub." Xiaofeng murmured with a smile.
Luo Zhouzhou followed him out of the passage, and a large fighting field appeared in front of him.
The huge crowd of spectators were screaming wildly, a giant screen projection hung in the air, and a bright beam of light was spinning in the field.
"Let go, let go." Thousands of seats in the venue were filled, and people were standing in the passage.
Xiaofeng pushed Luo Zhouzhou away from the crowd and took Luo Zhouzhou to the middle of the front row to sit down. He took a stool from the work area and sat beside him.
"Every match, there is always a place for a relative and friend to be reserved for the boxer." Xiaofeng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "In the early years of the sharp blade competition, the relatives and friends were sometimes named as boys, who were about the same age as him. , also wearing a mask, like his brother, a sturdy alpha."
"But I haven't seen anyone for three or four years. Today, this place is not vacant anymore."
Luo Zhouzhou didn't answer, he thought, the person Xiaofeng said should be Wang Jun.
On the boxing ring directly in front, there are two people going back and forth.
There are no rules in this underground boxing arena, except that you can't use pheromone to suppress, you can do whatever you want, even with your teeth.
The only criterion is to use every means to beat the opponent to the point of being unable to get up.
It's better to call it fighting than fighting.
A fight for life.
The two on the ring were fighting to the end.
One of them is obviously dying, he has no strength to punch, his head is full of blood, and his facial features cannot be seen clearly.
His opponent was a sturdy man with a height of two meters, and his raised flesh was shiny with oil.
Luo Zhouzhou sat close to the ring, he heard the man begging his opponent for mercy, and even voluntarily admitted defeat and fell to the ground.
The person on the opposite side laughed and circled around the ring.
Just when Luo Zhouzhou thought the match was over, he jumped up, fell, and punched the man begging for mercy in the chest.
click!
At that moment, Luo Zhouzhou heard the crisp sound of bones breaking.
He stood up abruptly.
The audience was almost crazy, and they were all shouting, "Butcher! Butcher! Butcher!"
The winner, the butcher, roared excitedly at the audience and slapped his chest with his hands.
Several staff members quickly rushed to the ring and carried the man who was alive and dead.
"Will he die?" Luo Zhouzhou asked Xiaofeng.
Xiaofeng said indifferently: "Who knows? After going down, he will be treated with ordinary trauma medicine. Those who have a big life will survive, and if they can't last, they will die."
Luo Zhouzhou's eyes widened, "Why don't you send him to the hospital? He was injured so badly."
Xiaofeng wiped his bare head and said: "This boxing ring has always been like this, and the number of people who died is countless. Yesterday I drank with you, and when I saw him tomorrow, I was wrapped in a morgue bag and put away. In the corner, ready to throw it out at night."
He glanced at Luo Zhouzhou and said, "There is no need to be shocked or sad for them. They are people who live every day and know that they may die on the stage one day. Look at this butcher, he looks beautiful at the moment, There are at least two figures under his fist, but who knows what will happen to him tomorrow?"
"But that person begged for mercy, the butcher can't beat him anymore!" Luo Zhouzhou pointed at the butcher on the ring and shouted to Xiaofeng.
His tone was very excited, and the circles of his eyes were red.
Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, and said: "After begging for mercy, continue to fight. It's not a foul. You don't know that person, so why worry about him."
Luo Zhouzhou stood in a daze as he listened to the tsunami-like cries in the field.
He knew that the underground boxing stadium was cruel, but after seeing the scene just now and seeing the real people being beaten to death, he knew the true meaning of the word cruelty.
His emotional excitement at the moment was more of a thought of Chu Feng.
Chu Feng has been playing here for many years, how did he live
Did he beg for mercy? Are you still getting punched hard after begging for mercy? Then after he was carried down, did he apply the wound medicine and throw it into the corner
Luo Zhouzhou thought of this, and felt that his heart felt as if his heart was being tightened by a hand, causing a dull pain.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you are lucky enough to be able to enter the ring today." A host stood on the ring with a microphone, "because the next person to play is our mysterious gold medalist who disappeared for a while - Sharp Blade."
As soon as the host's voice fell, the audience burst into cheers like a landslide and a tsunami.
"Sharp blade! Sharp blade! Sharp blade!"
Xiaofeng also raised his hand and shouted the sharp blade, and said excitedly to Luo Zhouzhou: "Look, look at these fanatical followers, you should be proud of your alpha."
Proud
Luo Zhouzhou stood there.
No, he wasn't proud of Chu Feng at all.
It made him sad to think that the thin young man, described by Xiaofeng as a young man like a bamboo pole, climbed up again and again in this boxing ring, or lay in a pool of blood like the man just now.
Only sad.
The gate of the exit of the high platform slowly opened, and Chu Feng appeared there amid the cheers of the sky.
He was wearing a black cloak, and the bright beam of light hit him, making his silver mask gleam.
Under the mask are cold eyes and thin lips.
Luo Zhou Yiyi looked up at him without blinking, watching him slowly walk out of the passage, and then climb into the ring.
He took off the cloak and threw it into the hands of the staff. He cocked his upper body, revealing smooth lines and explosive muscles.
When the host announced the name "Sharp Blade", the butcher on the ring began to smile.
As the sound of shouting sharp blades grew louder, his expression became more and more violent, and he kept spinning in circles on the ring.
Luo Zhouzhou knew that Chu Feng was going to fight him next, and thinking of the person who didn't know his life or death just now, he wanted to rush up to stop Chu Feng.
Xiaofeng saw his worries and said confidently: "Don't worry, the sharp blade will definitely win, you have to trust him."
Chu Feng moved his arms and looked at the audience seat under the stage.
He saw Luo Zhouzhou standing at a glance and smiled at him.
It was a confident, reassuring smile.
The camera captured his every move and magnified it on the aerial screen.
When the half of the handsome face under the mask smiled, everyone screamed, screaming to overturn the top of the field.
The butcher was already frantic to the point of boiling. He stared at Chu Feng with scarlet eyes, and made a gesture of holding his neck with his hand, and a click came from his mouth.
Chu Feng did not respond to his provocation.
A gong rang, the opening.
The butcher roared violently and rushed up.
Luo Zhouzhou trembled in his heart and clenched his fists.
Chu Feng looked like he had eyes on his back. When the butcher was about to approach, he kicked him sideways.
The butcher was huge but agile, and he forcibly retracted his fist halfway, blocking the kick.
"Bang", there was a dull crash, and both of them took half a step back.
Then, they collided with each other and launched a stormy attack of fists and feet.
The butcher kept roaring and dashing forward again and again.
Chu Feng is more defensive than offensive, and he can avoid the butcher's powerful fist if he can avoid it, but block it if he cannot avoid it.
Luo Zhouzhou held his breath and clasped his hands tightly in front of his chest. The muffled sound of every fist and foot block seemed to hit his heart.
The butcher's fists were repeatedly missed, and he was obviously more anxious. His roar echoed throughout the venue, and the attack became more violent.
Chu Feng was never in a hurry, his eyes under the mask only locked on the butcher's offensive line, and he looked calm and calm.
"Hey hey, take it easy, I don't think you can breathe anymore." Xiaofeng stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Luo Zhouzhou.
Luo Zhouzhou quickly pushed his hand away and said, "Don't block me."
Xiaofeng laughed and said, "Okay, it won't stop you, but you have to remember to breathe."
Audiences, wanting only to see the blood splatter, began booing impatiently and rhythmically shouting: Blades! kill him! sharp blade! kill him!
Someone around Luo Zhouzhou booed: "Sharp blade, you are really like a mouse today, a mouse hidden in the gutter."
Luo Zhouzhou turned around angrily and shouted: "You are the mouse, the mouse who only dares to hide under the stage and yell!"
The man was stunned and wanted to reply, but after seeing his silver mask, he just sneered, "It turns out to be a fanatical follower."
"If you call him a mouse again, I'll hit you." Luo Zhouzhou threatened fiercely, and the eyes under the mask were rounded.
Seeing what the man had to say, he bared his teeth again, "Or bite you to death."
The man was about to laugh, when he saw Xiao Feng standing up behind him, he swallowed the laughter again, and sat down without saying a word.
Luo Zhouzhou narrowed his eyes and waited for a few seconds. Seeing that he was no longer yelling at Chu Feng, he turned his head and continued on the stand.
The butcher's face was convulsed by the shouting. He concentrated all his strength on his right hand and smashed it hard at Chu Feng.
Chu Feng had just finished blocking his foot, but his figure was still not stable. Seeing that the punch was unavoidable, the audience screamed with excitement.
There was a hideous smile on the butcher's face, as if victory was in sight. After knocking down the sharp blade, he jumped up again, slammed it down heavily, grabbed his neck and twisted it.
You can hear the crunch of the neck bone breaking in your hand.
Suddenly, he felt a flash in front of him, his fists were lost, the sharp blade in front of him was no longer in place, and he couldn't hold back the attack and continued to move forward.
In a short moment, his heart froze, and only two words came to his mind.
Done.
"Bang", the butcher kicked in his vest.
He flew out into the air and hit the ground heavily, making a muffled sound.
He resisted the pain and sat up quickly, with a fist approaching his face in his constricted pupils.
With a click, the bridge of the nose suffered another fierce blow, and blood spurted out.
The butcher jumped up and let out an angry roar. His eyes were covered with blood and he couldn't see clearly, only rushing towards the black shadow in front of him.
Chu Feng no longer defended, he launched an attack.
Just like a leopard ready to go, after exhausting the energy of its prey, it finally put away its teasing thoughts and prepared to bite the throat of its prey.
His punches and kicks were full of power and fell heavily on the butcher. After a while, the butcher just held his head and had no power to fight back.
He spat a mouthful of blood, knelt precariously on the ground, panting, "I admit defeat."
Chu Feng had already raised his fist and was about to smash his head down.
Hearing this, he put his hand away and stood up slowly.
When the audience saw this scene, they were already crazy, and they all climbed on the stools and shouted sharply.
Luo Zhouzhou was trembling with excitement. He grabbed Xiaofeng's arm and said incoherently, "He won, he won."
Xiaofeng smiled and said, "I told you not to be nervous, he will definitely win."
Chu Feng raised his hands, circled the ring, and greeted the audience with a smile.
His naked upper body was covered in sweat, glowing with bronze light, and half of his face under the silver mask was as handsome as a god.
The butcher sat on the ground and looked at him bitterly.
Just when everyone thought that the sharp blade was about to leave the ring, unexpectedly, he suddenly jumped up and then fell.
Kneeling on the body of the butcher who fell backwards, he slammed a heavy punch on his chest.
After the "bang", it was the crisp sound of broken ribs.
"Four ribs, help you return it to the person just now." Chu Feng retracted his hand and said close to the butcher's ear.
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