C220 The Abyss of Terror
C220 The Abyss of Terror
"I've seen him fight quite a few times. He's indeed very powerful, his attacks are almost all dead hands. It seems like this month's King of Fighting is most likely his." Third Prince also nodded and replied.
"But after fighting so many rounds, you should be unable to take it, right?" Another noble said.
"I've seen his information, his experience makes people feel terrified. He participated in no less than a hundred death fist fights around the world, and he almost always killed his opponent. The most shocking thing is, before he participated in the fist fights, he came out of the abyss of terror." One of the nobles shook his head and said in a deep voice.
"The Abyss of Terror? One of the world's two major killers, secret service personnel, and bodyguard training bases, it was said that less than 1% of those who came out survived. "That's too scary!" Another noble exclaimed.
The Terror Abyss was one of the two major training bases in the world. It was established during the first world war and did not belong to any country, and what was cultivated there were all the top talents in the world, and as long as you wanted to pay for it, you would be willing to train them, but there was only one condition, those who entered the Terror Abyss had a high death rate, but there were still many countries that were willing to secretly bring their agents to train them. As long as they survived, there was a high chance that they would become the king of the secret agents.
Of course, such a terrifying place would never participate in national disputes. They were only responsible for nurturing it, otherwise how could countries tolerate the existence of such a terrorist organization? They would have joined hands to use missiles to eliminate it, and some ignorant organizations also wanted to subdue this abyss of terror.
The most famous one was the terrorist organization 'Destroyer', which was ranked third in the world. There were more than three thousand of them, and they were even equipped with all kinds of heavy weapons, but they were all lucky to not die, and wanted to recruit the 'abyss of terror' to assassinate their other heads of state. Thus, on that night, all three thousand of them were killed in one night, leaving not a single survivor.
At this point, if the Terror Abyss hadn't done something out of line, the countries wouldn't be willing to offend the Terror Abyss. After all, the Terror Abyss had trained world-class bodyguards and secret agents for many heads of state.
Hearing Third Prince and the others' discussion, Ye Ling couldn't help but be curious about the Dreadful Abyss. What kind of place could actually train killers, secret agents, and bodyguards, especially two opposing entities like killers and bodyguards, to be able to be trained in the same base at the same time, it had to be a novel experience for Ye Ling, and if he had the opportunity to check it out, he would be able to understand the secrets of this world. If it was in the past, he wouldn't even dare to think about such things.
The next contestant to fight is the Demon King Satan, who won thirty consecutive rounds. All thirty matches will be filled with killings, and the losers will not be spared. Until now, no one has been able to survive the punches of the Demon King. Gentlemen and ladies, please welcome the Demon King's arrival with your craziest screams. The commentator shouted excitedly.
His body was densely covered with wounds, and there were even some unusually hideous scars. When he jumped onto the stage, the entire arena burst into enthusiastic applause and screams, and was more than twice as passionate as the former fighter. The excited noblewoman couldn't help but get wet, and his underwear and bra flew everywhere.
Although the two of them understood the rules of the Life and Death Contract, the referee still said it, and after explaining it again and again, the referee quickly ran down the stage, because there was no need for the referee to participate in the Life and Death Arena, not to mention the matches were all prepared to kill. If the referee was accidentally injured, the referee might very well die on the spot, and no one would want to stay there.
At the start of the match, Iron Fist Bao Xiong took the initiative. With a roar, he rushed forward towards the Demon King Satan, who gently moved his feet and avoided Bao Xiong's fatal points, then waved his hand and struck out. His punches were very fast and without any delay, his figure was stable and orderly, as he repelled Bao Xiong with a punch.
However, Ye Ling could tell that the Demon King Satan was just warming up because he seemed to be playing with Bao Xiong. After warming up, the Demon King Satan's smile was very evil. After watching the Demon King Satan's match, he knew that this meant that someone was doomed.
"I'm sorry, I'll take the ten million euros tonight." The essence of the fist technique was displayed to its fullest extent as it continuously moved forward and unleashed its shocking fighting strength, making Bao Xiong unable to retaliate. Of course, Bao Xiong was not weak, but unfortunately, he met the Demon King Satan, which immediately made Bao Xiong feel powerless.
Peng! Bao Xiong was sent flying by the Demon King Satan's punch. He landed heavily on the arena, blood was flowing out of his mouth.
When the audience saw this situation, they all screamed. Large amounts of paper money fell from the sky, some clamoring to kill him, while others calling Bao Xiong to get up. The more bloody he got, the more people's desire for violence was aroused.
The Demon King Satan smiled as he jumped into the air and aimed a side kick at Bao Xiong's neck. In a stage without weapons, where bare-handed hands are the easiest way to kill a person, if the neck is too high, it would cause one to choke and cough up blood on the spot. When the audience saw this situation, they all sighed and thought that it was over, some people wanted to buy Bao Xiong to beat their own chest, but most people were still excited, including Third Prince and the others, but of course, there was also the unhappy Angel.
The ribs on Bao Xiong's chest were broken on the spot, and he vomited out a large amount of blood. At this point, Bao Xiong also knew that he was going to die if he did not fight with his life on the line, so he used all his strength and threw a punch towards the Demon King Satan. Unfortunately, in the Demon King Satan's eyes, he was already close to death, raising his leg to push him back, then with a violent leap, his knees landed on both sides of Bao Xiong's head, and as the Demon King rotated in the air, Bao Xiong's neck broke off on the spot, smashing his tall body onto the arena without making a sound.
The entire audience was stunned for a moment, and in the next second, fanatical cheers broke out. On the ground were the citizens of their own right, the ones who had transformed into devils, seeking stimulation. When someone died in front of the audience, the shock would be different from the shock in a normal fight, stimulating their world, giving them a different experience.
The moment Angel saw Bao Xiong die, her face turned pale and she glared fiercely at Third Prince.
"Why didn't you tell me that tonight is a death match?"
Although Angel had seen the fighter who was beaten to death long ago, the first time she saw him, she vomited for a long time. If Third Prince told her earlier, she would have been prepared.
"There's no other way. Who asked the Demon King Satan to kill his opponent?" Third Prince spread his hands and smiled, then reached out his hand to take the money from Angel.
"Angel, money!"
Angel had no choice but to take out a cheque worth 10 million euros and give it to Third Prince. Not only did they gamble in the underground hall, Angel, Third Prince and a few other nobles also made a bet.
Looking at the bet between them, Ye Ling shook his head and looked back at the arena. Judging from the previous match, the Demon King Satan indeed had some skill, and Ye Ling could tell that he had not used his full strength yet.
This time, it was an eastern face, although it was about the same height as the Demon King Satan, but it had lost a lot of weight. Furthermore, it was a bit older, around forty years old, and very soon, the two of them began to fight.
"The martial arts of the heavens?" Satan laughed sinisterly, licked his lips, and said:
"Do you know what is the most trashy skill in the Abyss of Fear? When he first came in, we were all about the same strength. After he chose the Heaven King's martial arts, he fell behind us by more than a level, and after three months, he was tortured to death by me. So, the Heaven King's martial arts style is just like you, it's just like how you used it this time. "
After hearing what Satan had said, the middle-aged man couldn't help but be angered. Although he was ashamed of his master for earning such money with the Wing Chun, the imperial martial arts were actually being humiliated on the stage. As long as it was a man of the imperial court who was a little bit more courageous, he would be angered upon hearing these words.
"Are you angry? It's a pity that you won't have the chance. " Satan sneered when he saw the middle-aged man's anger.
Satan charged forward, and in the next second, to the shock of the middle-aged man, kicked him in the chest. The man immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the stage.
When the audience saw how the Infernal King, Satan, had so easily finished off the boxer, the middle-aged man who had just won could not help but curse out loud.
"And here I was thinking that celestial martial arts would be very powerful. Damn, it turns out that I'm just a dog."
"The Heaven's Empire Kung Fu is indeed trash. I will definitely not buy any of the Heaven Dynasty's competitors."
"This can already be considered an instant kill! "Even worse than Bao Xiong. As I said, how could a weak chicken like Tian Chao possibly win? I was really shocked when I bought it!"
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All sorts of insults were heard over the cheers.
"Who said that the Celestial Empire's martial arts are useless?" A murmur drowned out all the noise.
The audience was stunned and looked towards the source of the sound.
He saw Ye Ling standing on the stage pillar like a demon god, his fighting spirit surging! The audience also focused their attention on the ghost-like young man. He had a tall and slender figure with a unique aura. He stood there like a towering mountain. The pressure he exuded was so oppressive that it struck fear into the hearts of the people.