The coach said slowly.
Most countries in the world have banned such competitive games that are "cruel", "inhumane" and even challenge "human ethics".
But there will always be exceptions.
In some countries on the edge of civilization, there are still such competitions.
Those are all small countries whose names might take a lot of effort to find on a map.
They have no industrial development, no geographical connections, and no resources.
We can only go astray and legalize these extreme projects to attract tourists.
This is no different from that country in Europe where as long as you are willing to pay, you can become the king.
but......
Unlike what most people think of high risk and high reward, the prize money in this kind of competition is not high.
A few thousand dollars at most.
Human beings have enough stimulation from the sensual dogs and horses.
In these fringe countries, there is no civilization, which means there is no legal system - these things do not mean that they are printed in a booklet and there are a few people pretending to hold the booklet, even if they have it.
The wealthy are not happy to come here.
Capital will not favor this kind of thing that has no benefits, cannot make a lot of money, and will cause big trouble for itself.
No one with status will participate in this kind of competition.
As the coach said, wouldn't it be good to become a professional player? There's more money, more fame, a brighter future.
Even if you really want to exchange your life for money, mercenaries are a better choice than this.
There are curious people, but not many.
Most of those participating in the competition are desperadoes. They have no legal status. They are non-existent people in a sense, or professional players who have been banned for life. They only know how to fight.
"No one in China has participated. I have only heard of these when I was studying abroad." The coach looked serious, "Mr. Chen, with your status, there is really no need to do this."
"If you are really short of money, I guarantee you that now you will take charge of it for our boss."
"We will give you a basic salary of 20,000 yuan per month, training expenses, accommodation in a single room, and a daily meal quota of 130,000 yuan. We are all responsible for it."
"If you are not satisfied, we can negotiate no matter how high the price is."
“We really want you to become part of our club.”
He spoke with certainty.
The other coaches didn't object or show surprise, they all thought it was natural.
Chen Jing is worth their investment.
For someone with such high physical talent and learning talent, let alone seeing it with his own eyes, even if we look through the history of fighting, among the thousands of famous fighters in modern times, we may not be able to find anyone who can match him.
Don’t say invest hundreds of thousands or even one million in the early stage, it’s just several million.
Everything will come back doubled the day he becomes the boxing champion.
And they believe that Chen Jing will never become an ordinary boxing champion.
He is destined to leave his name in history, and may even become the most undisputed boxing champion of this century - just like Powell did to the long jump.
"It's not about money." Chen Jing shook his head.
He is not a rich man.
But the obsession with money is not that big.
He said softly and firmly: "I just want to challenge myself."
The coaches sighed.
what's up......
This man is as stubborn as an iron bull.
"If you really want to, I can help you get in touch." The coach said silently, "In the past few days, let him send a few videos. Then Mr. Chen, you can take a look."
"That kind of life-and-death fight may not be as beautiful as you think."
Chen Jing grinned: "Okay, thank you then."
He stood up and prepared to continue exercising.
Several coaches did not give up persuasion. Their professionalism allowed them to restrain themselves from lengthy speeches, and they only mentioned it casually.
It would be a shame for such a good young talent not to pursue a career.
They didn't persuade.
Only the coach who was willing to contact Chen Jing was not very impatient.
He sees many young people like this who are looking for excitement.
But Ye Gong is very fond of dragons. No matter how nice the words are, if they really put the reality in front of them, they will definitely retreat.
He planned to ask his friends abroad to create some exciting videos.
He was beaten to death on the spot.
For those who are not beaten to death, the rest of their lives will be miserable.
Coupled with the post-match life of some professional boxing players - yachts, beauties, and spending money like water. Fighting is the most lucrative personal event.
Good and bad are all determined by comparison.
He didn't believe that if these things were thrown out, Chen Jing would still be unmoved.
At noon, Chen Jing stopped training, took a shower at the club, returned home, put on his helmet, and logged into the game.
Go straight to the city lord's mansion.
Meng Aman was at work. When he saw Chen Jinglai, he dropped what he was doing and hurried out.
"You're here."
"I almost couldn't help but look for you."
Chen Jing looked at him: "What's wrong?"
Meng Aman shook his head: "Last night, I pulled out the files on the recent incidents of vicious beasts hurting people and killing people, and made statistics. Starting from half a month, the number has been slowly increasing. It's just a frog boiled on a low fire. I Failed to notice.”
"How's it going? Have you decided what weapon to choose?"
"Axe." Chen Jing said concisely.
Meng Aman was surprised: "How could you think of choosing that one?"
He was stunned for a moment, thought of something, and said in a strange tone: "You must have chosen the ax because no one has used it before, right?"
There was no reason, he just thought so.
I always feel that this is the train of thought he can come up with.
Chen Jing rolled his eyes: "No, I went back to discuss it yesterday and the ax is more suitable for me."
"It can be used as a blunt instrument or a sharp instrument."
Meng Aman touched his chin, his face wrinkled with scars: "None of my men can use an axe."
"I can find someone to teach me." Chen Jing said.
Meng Aman raised his eyebrows: "Your sect is really full of talents."
"Just wait, I'll get you the axe."
He ran away and came back soon holding the brocade box.
Chen Jing opened the box and picked up the ax.
The weight was heavier than he expected.
The jade handle is not slippery, but feels adsorbed when you hold it, and it even changes subtly according to the shape of your hand.
He tried a few swings.
The rustling wind has its center of gravity in the front, so even without much effort, it can cause considerable damage based on its own weight.
"Still satisfied?" Meng Aman smiled slightly.
Chen Jing nodded and inserted the ax into his lower back clumsily: "It's not bad."
"Don't let it go like this, it's easy to hurt yourself." Meng Aman shook his head, "Forget it, it's afternoon now, and I won't be able to leave the city later."
"I'll make you an ax sheath first."
"Tomorrow morning I will have someone go to your house to find you and then start hunting?"
Chen Jing carefully took off the ax again and said, "No problem."
Meng Aman seems to be very good at this.
He took a piece of tanned leather, measured it with a simple wooden ruler, cut it with a knife, and then sewn it with tendons of unknown identity.
Easy to make with just one ax sheath.
The strap is not long and just fits under the left armpit.
The ax surface was tightly wrapped, and two bags were fixed and suspended. The head is under the handle, and the tail of the handle is stuck an inch or two on the waist. Apart from being slightly uncomfortable with something under his arm, he didn't delay his actions.
Removing the ax is also easy.
You can pull it out by twisting the lock with your right hand.
"His hands are quite dexterous." Chen Jing marveled. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to believe that a tall and thick man who looked like he could tear a tiger apart could do such delicate handwork.
"Practice makes perfect." Meng Aman shook his head, "I make all the clothes at home."
Chen Jing looked into the yard: "Where is my sister-in-law?"
He had wanted to ask this for a long time. When he came yesterday, he didn't see his family.
I came today and still haven’t seen my family.
Meng Aman's face stiffened for a moment, he blinked and curled up the corners of his mouth, and shook his head gently. There was no emotion in his tone, and he was as gentle as his movements: "She has died long ago."
