C381 Underground Dark Fist
C381 Underground Dark Fist
Being able to endure hardship, not being afraid of pain, being talented, attracting Zu Hu's attention and taking her as a disciple, cultivating the Outter Martial Boxing, was not something an ordinary person could endure.
"I didn't even know, I should have helped …"
Bai Xiaobei regretted that he had always endured the pain of losing his family members. He was curious as to why Wu Ziyi was so violent, to the point where she would never show mercy to drug dealers.
Lee Momo buried her head in Bai Xiaobei's embrace, and said with a low voice: "Will this ruin your and Ziyi's happiness?"
"I won't!" Bai Xiaobei answered without hesitation, but in his heart, he was also hesitating. How could he be willing to do such a thing?
After the excitement, Bai Xiaobei called Wu Ziyi. He had already reached home, and told Wu Ziyi to bring him along. After all, he did not become the Invigoration of Archaeus in Zang-organs, so he was still worried.
Almost every once in a while, the dignitaries, rich bosses, and gamblers of Qingdao, who were looking for a place to belong to in order to get rich, would come here every once in a while. And because of their deep background and the cooperation of the three mafia lords, this underground black market had been going on for several years without any problems.
With more than ten trusted aides in tow, Xue Baji drove five Mercedes-Benz cars full of momentum as he drove towards a luxurious five-star hotel, heading straight for the underground parking lot.
It was Bai Xiaobei's first time encountering such an underground building. The top two floors were clearly where the VIP seats were located, and below, were a few chairs. In the middle was a square stage, where two fighters were performing.
A huge screen showed the first contestant, Feldt VS Blue Face, with two pictures of the man with blond hair and blue eyes, and a man wearing a green mask.
Arriving at the upper area of the platform, Xue Baji's eyes swept across the crowd. When he saw a few familiar figures, his eyes turned cold.
It was obvious that there were quite a few forces in the upper echelons as well. Xue Baji's side was obviously a bit weaker, and the other two factions had quite a few people as well.
"The first round is already open to the public? Looks like there's a trump card behind us. "
When Boss Xue saw the green face on the screen, he could not help but be shocked. The green face was a third rate Outter Martial Boxing expert, with a strong body and immense strength. Even if it was him, it would still take a few rounds to defeat him.
This was the level he was at. It seemed like it would be more lively this time.
He went in below, but the inspection was strict. He checked the equipment and handed it over to anyone who might be related to metal. He took away the hairpins as well as the odd buttons on his clothes.
Bai Xiaobei understood, he was probably afraid that someone would take a photo and spread the news, after all, everyone here understood what was happening, it was a good place to amass wealth.
There were no such restrictions on the higher levels, so it was obvious that those who could make it up had their own guarantees.
"Brother Bai, is this the 'Black Fist'?" Lee Momo looked at the two people coming and going around below, and was also very curious.
Bai Xiaobei laughed: "That's right, this is Black Fist, it is completely different from the traditional fist fights, where the number of casualties in the Black Market Fist competition is extremely common. At the top of the game, almost every game is heavily injured and the death rate is high. Once you step onto the arena, there are only two choices: kill your opponent and cripple your opponent, or be beaten to a pulp by your opponent. "
Lee Momo was shocked: "If that's the case, then why are there still so many people participating in the Black Market Fist Competition?"
"Because of the money!" Bai Xiaobei said: "The high prize money is the most primitive motivation for a fighter to participate in the Black Market Fist Competition. There were no complicated rules in the black market boxing competitions. As long as one could win a few matches in a row, the fighter would quickly become rich. Although the prize money for the professional boxing king battle is very high, it is still inferior to the black market boxing king battle. "
"Wouldn't people die then?" Lee Momo obviously could not understand, wouldn't these people be risking their lives for money?
Boss Xue looked down and laughed bitterly: "Actually, in the past, I was just a fighter with a black fist!"
"Oh?" Bai Xiaobei was surprised: "You're already at Second-rate Expert, and you still want to fight against him? Would there be an opponent like that? "
"Of course!" Boss Xue clenched his teeth and said: "There is always a first class Internal Martial Boxing Expert who is short of money, and a first class Internal Martial Boxing Expert who is suspicious of how he owes others a favor and appears in the underground dark fist. I have met one before and when I just stepped into Second-rate Expert, I was also very happy, but who would have known that I would be easily defeated!"
"First-rate Expert …" Bai Xiaobei laughed dryly. A first rate Internal Martial Boxing Expert going up to beat him up? You can't even kill me with a bullet, aren't you bullying me?
Boss Xue nodded: "It is indeed First-rate Expert! The black market boxing competition required the contestants to master pure killing techniques. A contestant who relied solely on their techniques to win and lacked a killing move could not survive. On the other hand, many power-type contestants were limited by the rules in the other fights, so they could perform well here. The black market boxing competition will also be hidden in the heart of the cruel feelings of the people to be vented. The vast majority of black market boxers do not intend to engage in this profession for a long time. They have the mentality of gamblers and always believe that they can win until the end! "
As he finished speaking, a look of regret surfaced on his face as he said, "My junior brother, a third-rate Internal Martial Boxing Expert, actually died at the hands of an ordinary person. Because he was lenient, she allowed her opponent to take the opportunity to blind him and kill him."
Clenching his fists tightly, he stared at a group of people sitting in a VIP seats far away and said, "This is Black Fist. Some people are lucky to have managed to leave the black market boxing arena at the right time, and many have already fallen on it forever. Black market boxing is the touchstone of all fighting techniques. There is at least one thing about this cruel game that other boxers would never be able to do: choose the most practical technique. Any impractical techniques would be exposed in such a life-and-death battle. There's an old saying in the black market boxing competition: No one makes a joke about their own life. "
Bai Xiaobei became silent. Third-rate Internal Martial Boxing Expert, if she was careless, it was possible for him to have a breakthrough in her cultivation. A third-rate Internal Martial Boxing Expert might be stronger than the Outter Martial Boxing Expert in terms of fighting strength, but if she was careless, it was not that much stronger than ordinary people.
"Truly cruel. It's still better to fight in a proper match. Although there are times when one would be bleeding from a fight, there are very few deaths." Lee Momo felt her scalp tingling. The group of spectators below who were wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves were all drugged, screaming and killing from time to time.
"The last thing the orthodox fighting world wants to admit is that the level of black market boxers is really high. Because they were the only ones who truly relied on their own strength to escape from the threat of death. It should be true. If you don't believe it, it is normal. The best explanation is that there is more than one place on the internet that has been mentioned: There is a portion of the world that thinks itself to be a "proper boxing competition." The cruelty of Black Market Fist is the shame of the entire fighting world. Therefore, many people would spread the rumor that the Black Market Fist is fake. "
The Boss Xue smiled bitterly, and revealed some secrets. Indeed, it was impossible for inner masters to fight with fake fists, and Internal Martial Boxing Expert did not hold back when fighting, because if she was not careful enough, she would die, so how could she fight with fake fists? On the other hand, in the official competition, where the referee was about to go up every now and then, only Outter Martial Boxing Expert could not raise her breath.
"Beat him to death! Beat him to death!" Below, the boxer in blue pants fell to the ground. The other boxer struck him like crazy, but no one stopped him. On the contrary, the atmosphere became even more fervent.
After a while, the blue boxer stopped moving. The two men immediately dragged him away. Obviously, he was still breathing. However, it was hard to tell if he could be cured.
The victorious fighter brandished his fist in excitement and shouted out loud. He had won, survived, and received a lot of rewards! Naturally excited.
"Why is he so happy? He almost killed someone! " muttered, he was not used to the environment here, so he leaned on Bai Xiaobei.
"Whether they win or lose, they get $200 thousand, the winner gets another $1 million, and the winners get their bosses, experts, and audience supporters all raise" money "to help heal their wounds after the game. However, if he divided the money among the boss and the coach, he would be able to get around 30%. However, to him, it was a huge amount of money! If ordinary people were to obtain it, they would be able to live in peace for many years!
Boss Xue was very clear that this was the reason he made money in the past, to exchange for medicinal herbs for his own sect, and to return it to his sect. It was just that he found out that he would die sooner or later at this rate, and followed a big boss.
However, Xue Eight Finger was a kind person and did not covet the money of these hooligans. He had more and more subordinates, and gradually became a big power. It also made it more and more convenient for him to earn money.
"Then can he take the money and leave?" Bai Xiaobei felt that if he had the money, there was no need to find excitement. He could get beaten to death at any time.
"No!" Boss Xue shook his head: "It's not easy to become a black fighter, it's not as easy to be a black fighter. After entering this circle, you can't be black either, sometimes you can't even if you want to leave."
Under the restrictions of the rules, the fighting concepts and techniques were for the "points benefit", and hence, "merchant fighting". The only purpose of the black fighter's arena was to kill the opponent and cause the opponent to lose the ability to resist, not to win "territorial or economic benefits" — points. So the black boxer's fighting philosophy and technique is "warrior fighting". At the peak of his potential, the black boxer emphasizes strength and heavy blows, "one hit kill" and the hardness of his limbs. In order to hone their strength, they had to do squat exercises no less than weightlifters every day, and many of the scattered players in the country were still doing the backward squat exercises). The weight of squatting was above 400 KG for high-level players.
In order to hone the body's toughness and ability to resist attacks so that they could survive on the arena, they had to undergo intense combat training every day. The amount of pain they had to endure far exceeded everyone else's. In order to improve his physical strength, Black Market Boxers needed to perform daily aerobic training. Long distance running, sprinting, climbing stairs and jumping rope required them to maintain at least 15 minutes of continuous fighting skills. This was unimaginable for a normal competitor.