After about a week of rest, Pan Yongsheng arranged for me to participate in the second game. This time, the audience applauded as soon as I went on stage. I think it might be because of the game that it had some popularity. This time the opponent was a white man, tall and big, probably more than two meters tall, and the muscles in his body were like carved by stones. I was 1.8 meters tall and like a child.

I saw that he did not wear protective gear, so I asked Pan Yongsheng why the other party did not wear protective gear. Pan Yongsheng told me that he would not wear protective gear, and he also said that if you want to wear protective gear, you can wear it, but he had no objection.

It seems that my strange request has hurt the opponent's self-esteem. I must let him understand that self-esteem is based on strength. He does not have this strength and wants to take into account self-esteem in front of me. I do this to protect him. Didn't this idiot watch the video of my last game?

At the beginning of the first round, this big white man attacked me hard, and I gave in everywhere, trying to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson without taking his life.

But this guy seemed to think I was afraid of him, and was reluctant to give in to me, and the tricks almost made me become a "eunuch" several times. I was a little angry. He made him a whirring uppercut with wind, kicking his left leg knee like lightning. He screamed and fell to the ground, and his body twisted into a ball. His left leg must have been broken, but I don't know if it was a comminuted fracture. The only thing in the world is fast is not broken! Because stem cells in my body can continuously divide and divide into myocytes, not only has my muscle cells more than ordinary people, but my muscle tension is several times that of ordinary people. Therefore, I am not only fast but also have abnormal strength.

The scene suddenly became crazy. The audience rushed to the edge of the boxing ring and grabbed the barbed wire and shouted at the bottom. I really don’t know why they were so excited.

Is blood and death so charming?

I took off the gloves from my hand and walked off the stage silently... I got the nickname "Mercy Death".

After two games, I seemed to have adapted to the on-site environment and no longer nervous. More importantly, according to the current physiological indicators of human beings, I think no one is my opponent.

But the dog-day man surnamed Pan always finds ways to mess with me.

Less than a week later, Pan Yongsheng forced me to participate in the third game he arranged for me. I don’t care. As long as he injects me on time, it’s great to find someone to vent after the injection.

The other party is a black man, less than 2 meters tall and full of tendons. I guess he weighs less than 200 kilograms. I don’t feel anything. Whether it’s 200 or 200 kilograms, I can’t walk ten rounds in my hands. I didn’t take him seriously, and I don’t think this big black guy is really a vegetarian. Don’t look like a black iron tower, but he punches and bounces very nimblely. So I put away my contempt and started playing tricks with him!

After twenty rounds, this big black guy was already out of breath and I punched three times in his chest. I was still showing mercy. I suddenly became impatient and didn't want to get entangled with him anymore. After avoiding his uppercut, I waved my right fist and smashed it to his ribs. Unexpectedly, this stupid guy dared to use his left fist to directly fight me head-on. He didn't know that my bone density is several times that of ordinary people? Didn't they study me before the game? This guy's left hand is a useless one!

But when our fists were connected, a piercing pain came from my right hand. Before I could react, he hit my chest with another punch, and another unbearable pain. I looked down and saw that five blood holes were pierced in my chest, and blood was still gushing outwards. My left hand was also pierced. When I saw that there was an iron finger condom on his hand, there was no idea when the four sharp thorns were not less than an inch long, but the surface was painted as black as his skin, and I couldn't tell if I didn't look carefully.

I staggered back to the boxing ring, leaning against the barbed wire and gasping.

In any case, you have used weapons, so you can just use a gun! Although there are no taboos in Black Fist, using weapons is absolutely forbidden.

Pan Yongsheng immediately expressed his protest, but the protest was ineffective. There was basically no referee in such black fist. The contestants checked and confirmed that they did not carry weapons before going on stage. Several bigwigs who organized the competition went on stage to check it out and said that the black guy did not carry any weapons. If I couldn't continue fighting, it would be considered abstaining.

Black Fist is really a black Fist! It's so dark! Even a sinister and shameless guy like Pan Yongsheng will be plotted against, but it was me who paid the price.

Pan Yongsheng insisted that I continue to fight, and according to the rules of black fist, the wound could not be bandaged. I had no choice but to continue to fight. My right hand was already rotten, and the blood flow of the four blood holes in my chest did not stop, making me run all over my body.

I gritted my teeth and endured the severe pain, put my right hand behind me, and continued to fuck with the black man with my left hand alone. There was too much blood flowing, and the pain continued to stop. My head was dizzy, and I was in vain for several consecutive punches, and I almost fell down. The black guy seized the opportunity to hit my wound. The pain almost made me faint.

The anger in my heart is also growing little by little, which makes my head dizzy. I know I can't hold on for long, and if I don't find another chance, I will definitely lose, and as long as I fall down, this guy will definitely attack me!

But now I can’t even stand steadily, so how can I find an opportunity?

If you are not kind, don’t blame me for being unrighteous!

When he attacked me again, I tried my best to fight him with my right shoulder. The black fist like a big hammer hit my right shoulder, and the wound that pulled my chest was so painful that I almost suffocated. I yelled, and my right leg kicked him hard at the hip with 100% force. With a scream, the black man's iron-clad body fell in front of me, twisted into a ball on the ring, and could never stand up again.

I finally couldn't hold on anymore, so I slowly fell on the ring against the barbed wire, and my eyes went dark and fainted...
Chapter completed!