Move! Move quickly!
He was roaring in his heart and his face was ferocious. In just half a minute, too many things had happened.
In Abbas's eyes, the first few people who rushed onto the ring were already fighting in a ball.
Fortunately, there are still some basic rules for this martial arts competition, allowing everyone to hand in their weapons in advance. Only contestants can apply to receive it and then immediately board the ring.
Otherwise, I am afraid that the moment the lights go out, the entire venue will turn into the most brutal meat grinding battlefield in the Middle East.
Wealth and honor are found in danger, and life and death are lost in danger.
Huge risks often mean there are also huge opportunities. After all, the bigger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish!
Everyone is trying their best, and taking action is the most vicious killing technique. In this situation, if you don't take action with all your strength, you will be disrespecting your own life. In an instant, you will become a stepping stone for others to succeed. There is only one fate for losers, and that is death.
"ah!"
"Help!"
"Damn, what happened! Turn on the light!"
"Who touched my butt!"
The entire venue was filled with demons dancing wildly, falling into complete chaos.
Some people didn't know what happened and thought it was just an ordinary power outage. They clamored for the organizer to restore the lights immediately.
But they didn't know that the host had already escaped from the tunnel in advance. The organizer, the Black Wolf Club, is playing a trick, and it has completely ruined its reputation. It's still the same kind of thing, and it suddenly became famous abroad and internationally.
As the initiator, the puppet master who had just set off a big firework, her face was red with excitement. She was the best at causing destruction and making fire.
Let's fight, let's fight quickly, that's it, use the knife, we are all children of the world, if you can do it, don't curse.
Standing aside, she enjoyed the show in front of her with great interest. This was much better than watching Abbas show off alone in the ring before.
By the way, where is Abbas who was so arrogant and domineering just now.
The puppet master's eyes glowed red, and her specially modified electronic eyes were not affected by the EMP at all. She quickly found herself on the ring, as if she was the hardest worker in a petrified state.
He was pushed to the ground, and in less than twenty seconds, dozens of people stepped on him one after another.
For the first time in his life, his resolute and unyielding face showed the footprints of countless people.
Half a minute is not long or short.
The moment after the brain restarted, Abbas stood up. He let out a thundering roar to the surroundings with astonishing momentum. He must vent the boundless anger in his heart. These scum dared to trample on his handsome face, and he would make them pay with their lives.
However, he didn't wait for him to show off his power.
The next second, a figure flew over his head quickly, and actually stepped on his resolute face again.
At the same time, a majestic force came from this 48-yard foot.
There was no precaution, it was so sudden. This sudden kick directly knocked back his violent voice.
His body instantly lost balance and nosebleeds spurted out. Abbas looked unwilling. This real man who had been extremely arrogant and domineering before and crushed more than a dozen top players without a single defeat actually passed out before he even landed.
In the dark environment, no one would miss such a good opportunity. Under the psychological stimulation of luck, more people rushed to the ring crazily, and hurried over based on the location of the giant eagle feathers in their memory.
Abbas, who had killed many people all his life and crawled out from the dead, never dreamed that he would not die on the most dangerous battlefield, but would instead be trampled to death on the spot in extreme agony.
It must be said that it is a naked irony that a generation of strong men, the invincible one-on-one king in the ring, ended up in such a miserable state.
But the man who was passing by and giving him a kick had already focused on the priceless treasure in front of him and the three enemies blocking him at the front.
One man was holding a sword in both hands, wearing a knight's armor, his eyes were firm as iron, and his whole body exuded a faint glimmer.
One person is wearing a pair of extremely sexy golden leather shoes, a white custom-made suit, and an unusually cool hairstyle. He is none other than Ouyang Yu, one of the Twelve Yuan Chen killers.
The last one was completely covered in a black robe, wrapping herself tightly. From her slender and graceful figure, she could vaguely tell that she was a young woman.
Mo Jianghe's eyes narrowed, and he could tell the actual strength of the people in front of him with just one glance, and he suddenly felt a vigorous fighting spirit rising from his body.
These three are undoubtedly his fierce rivals.
Of the seven or eight people who rushed forward at the beginning, in the blink of an eye, only three of them were left.
The three of them joined forces to block other people who were charging madly regardless of their own safety. At the same time, they were also highly vigilant to each other and were on guard against each other's sneak attacks at any time.
For a time, a short and fragile balance was actually achieved.
The knight's swordsmanship was superb and he had many killer methods. The black-robed woman wielded a steel whip with great force, tearing the air with a thunderous crackle.
The unlucky ones who are close to the encirclement are rarely able to take one of their attacks. If you're lucky, you can still cry out, but there's just one part missing from your body. If you're not lucky, you lose your life and turn into an inconspicuous corpse on the ground.
Screams, roars, blood flying, broken muscles and fractures could not stop their charge. Driven by desire, more people followed to join this horrific hell like a meat grinder.
Everyone has only one goal, and that is to compete for the giant eagle feathers!
With the help of countless heads and shoulders, Mo Jianghe's body jumped up like a roc spreading its wings. The dark environment did not have a great impact on him. His master-level martial arts perception allowed him to clearly identify the dense smoke of energy above the ring that was almost substantial.
The moment he landed, looking at the dead bodies on the ground, Mo Jianghe frowned slightly, and for a moment he felt quite touched, remembering the conversation he had with his master Zuo Lin.
"It is not the behavior of a gentleman to kill evildoers with a knife!" This is the master's point of view.
Zuo Lin only had three apprentices in his life. Instead of teaching martial arts techniques and continuing the inheritance of Youshen Baguazhang, he focused more on the study of traditional culture.
He is obsessed with proofreading ancient texts every day, studying various classics and Taoist scriptures, polishing his knowledge, and practicing the Taoism from the ancient sages.
In Mo Jianghe's eyes, as his master got older, he had long abandoned his ambition for fame and wealth, became indifferent, and lost his enterprising spirit in martial arts. Even if I hold a copy of the Tao Te Ching all day long, I can still read it with gusto and feel dejected.
It is a pity that the state of martial arts cultivation has reached its end, and there is no possibility of improvement.
In his prime, Mo Jianghe has always been diligent in pursuing excellence. On his way to the top, he has already understood one truth:
Killing is the first purpose of martial arts, and fighting for life is the first essence of martial arts.
The way of martial arts lies in one word, that is struggle!
Compete with heaven for destiny, compete with earth for power, compete with others for victory. Only by winning the battle can we continue to surpass ourselves.
Different from gentle methods such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting, which pursue the improvement of spiritual realm, the way of seeking Taoism in martial arts is more intense and direct. In the battle, between life and death, it seeks deeper understanding to achieve self-transcendence. , the human purpose of sublimating life.
It was precisely because of his consistent insistence on his martial arts that Mo Jianghe came into contact with the most comfortable martial arts realm.
Mo Jianghe doesn't know how high he can climb, but he will never stop as long as life continues. Even if this path of seeking the truth is like approaching a cliff, if you are not careful, your body will be shattered into pieces. Just like the corpses here, they can only serve as a ladder for others to step onto.
Although many times, fighting with others is not his original intention, but life is like this, people can't help themselves in the world.
Just like the situation before us, there is only one giant eagle feather, and so many people want it. Some risk their lives for the sake of wealth, while others follow orders and complete tasks. The reasons are endless, but there is always only one loot they desire.
This also means that there is only one winner.
He needs the feathers of the giant eagle in exchange for a chance to climb to a higher peak. Anyone who stands in his way will become his enemy.
Things in the world are so simple. In many cases, there is not so much good and evil, right and wrong. It is the struggle of all things that makes the world always full of vitality.
When dragons fight in the wild, their blood is black and yellow. A loud shout shook everyone, "Let's fight!"
Mo Jianghe boldly joined the battlefield.
