"Come on! Why doesn't this guy fight back?"
"This guy...could he be fixing the match?"
"What? Fake match? No! I have put all my wealth on Xu Guang!"
Compared with the previous competition, the fighting arena was extremely quiet at this time. Of the two teenagers on the ring, only one was making moves one after another, while the other was constantly dodging, his eyes never leaving a certain direction in the fighting arena.
"Xu Guang, I asked you, can you be more serious! Everyone is watching!"
Since Xu Guang came on stage, almost all the people on the stage stopped moving and looked this way, doubling the pressure on the young man who spoke.
"Hit you!" Xu Guang didn't even look at the speaker, his eyes still stayed in the distance.
"If that's the case, then don't blame me!" The young man who spoke was still a little unhappy at being slighted by others, and his hands turned into fists and claws to grab at the opponent!
This move seemed ordinary, but it was dangerous. Although Xu Guang dodged the fist and claw attack, he still felt pain on his body, and there were a few blood marks on his shoulders.
"How do you say this? The brave will be starved to death! Brother, I have already calculated so cleverly that Xu Guang will definitely lose. Now you can believe it, right? Hahaha..."
A guy with small eyes curled his lips to the back of his head, showed the note in his bag that read "Xu Guang, defeated" to the people in front of him, and let out a burst of "piercing" laughter.
"What a wonderful plan? Is it possible that you can guess the outcome of anyone's outcome?" Someone suddenly asked from behind.
"Of course!" When someone asked, the guy with small eyes was even more proud, "All the victory and defeat are written in my bag! As long as you agree to divide 30% of the money you win after the fight. I, I will open the bag of tips for you and get a glimpse of the secrets!"
"Oh? Then help me see what the outcome will be if that person over there takes the field?" The man behind him stretched out a hand and pointed at the two figures on the opposite side of the fighting field.
"Huh?" Although the eyes didn't widen a lot, the expression of surprise in the small eyes could still be seen, "Are you talking about the third lady?"
"No, I'm talking about the person next to her." The voice behind him said calmly.
"Huh..." The little eyes breathed a sigh of relief, and the pair of small eyes became more concentrated, "This looks like Zhang Sheng's face..."
"What? Could it be that unfamiliar faces don't fit into your category of secrets?"
"That's not the case..." Little Eyes chuckled, "In fact, we have already predicted the outcome, but this guy's face... requires extra money!"
The woman laughed dryly and turned her head away with her small eyes. Then she shrank her neck, her eyes widened, and she stammered: "Da... eldest son..."
It was Meng Yuan who spoke. He and Meng Shan had actually been here a long time ago. They just noticed that the on-court was more lively than off-court so they joined in. However, they did not expect that there would be an unexpected gain.
"Hmph! Winning or losing is a normal thing, but there are always scoundrels like you who use it as a bet to make things that are just and fair become dirty! If something like this happens next time, what will happen to you? I know it in my heart!" Meng Yuan looked gloomy and scolded him coldly.
"You've taught me a lesson, Mr. Young Master!" Little Eyes nodded, tearing the so-called tips bag to pieces, and a bunch of ghostly drawings fell out.
Someone curiously took a look and saw that it was filled with various winning and losing situations. It was obvious that all possible situations had been taken care of, and only then did they realize that they had been deceived.
"What are you doing? Sit down, the fight is not over yet, how can I allow you to wander around?" Meng Yuan squinted at the situation, scolded him, and found a place to sit down. Then he winked at Mengshan.
…
"Xu Guang! I know I am no match for you, but I hope you can give me some respect!" Although he hurt the other party, the person who spoke did not pursue the victory, but jumped back to his previous position.
"Respect?" Xu Guang finally looked away from the distance. He raised his fingers and touched his body a little, and the blood flow in those wounds immediately stopped. .
"Respect must be earned by oneself, he does not need rewards from others..." Xu Guang murmured
murmured.
"What did you say?" The other party didn't hear Xu Guang's words clearly and frowned slightly.
"It's nothing..." A smile appeared on Xu Guang's face, "It was my fault just now, but next time... you have to be careful!"
"Oh!" With an exclamation, the one who originally had the upper hand was defeated by a few moves. He was knocked off the ring by Xu Guang's sleeve and almost fainted.
Although Xu Guang won, there was no joy on his face. Instead, he found a nearby place to sit cross-legged, his eyes flashing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Naturally, some people were happy and some were worried about Xu Guang's victory, but because Meng Yuan was still sitting next to him, they couldn't show it, so they could only wink at each other and communicate secretly.
"How about it? Brother Xiaohua, are you willing to go up and give it a try?" Meng Shan appeared behind Hei Xiaohua and Ronger at some point and said with a smile.
But at this time, Hei Xiaohua had a livid face and said nothing.
"Brother Xiaohua? Are you okay?" Feeling the trembling on Hei Xiaohua's body, Rong'er naturally felt worried, "Brother Xiaohua, if you feel uncomfortable, we can leave now."
Originally, Meng Yuan asked Meng Shan to come here because he wanted to encourage Hei Xiaohua to go to the fighting arena and experience the frustration caused by the disparity in strength. But when Mengshan saw the latter's situation, he couldn't bear to force others into trouble.
"Hahaha... Brother Xiaohua, don't be embarrassed, I was just joking." Meng Shan laughed.
"Who... is that person?" Hei Xiaohua ignored what Mengshan said and raised her hand to point at the guy who just jumped off the ring.
"You mean Brother Xu Guang? Brother Xu Guang is Brother Xu Guang!" Ronger answered quickly.
"Xu Guang?" Hei Xiaohua frowned.
"Brother Xiaohua? Do you know this person?" Meng Shan noticed that Hei Xiaohua's expression was a little strange and asked hurriedly.
"He... looks a lot like an old friend I know." Hei Xiaohua gritted her teeth and said, "I hope I admitted my mistake!"
As he said that, Hei Xiaohua suddenly looked at Meng Shan and said seriously: "Second Young Master, I think... no! Please let me compete with him!" Hei Xiaohua's heart was burning, and he had never been so impatient to confirm. one thing.
"Brother Xiaohua, you have also seen the strength of Brother Xu Guang! Not to mention you, even the eldest and second brothers will not win easily!" Ronger said in time, "discouraged".
"Ahem... The third son is right. Xu Guang's moves are really weird. If it were under the martial arts competition, the result is really hard to say..." Although Meng Shan is the second son of the clan, he is rare. The blind confidence of an ordinary family with their eyes above their heads.
"Second Young Master! Please let me compete with him!" Hei Xiaohua said firmly, "As long as you allow me to compete with him, no matter what your request is, Hei Xiaohua will agree to it!"
Meng Shan's face turned bitter when he heard this. It turned out that the slovenly guy in front of him had actually figured out what they were thinking.
"Brother Xiaohua, we admit that we brought you here because we had other ideas, but we don't want to harm you because of such selfishness!" Mengshan explained hurriedly.
"Second Young Master! Please let me compete with him! If you don't agree again, Hei Xiaohua will have no choice but to kneel down for you!"
"Okay, okay! Why don't you think I'm afraid of you?" Meng Shan suddenly felt a headache, "But Brother Xiaohua, there are rules in this fighting field! Regardless of winning or losing, each person can only participate in one fight per day. !unless…"
"Unless what?" Hei Xiaohua was worried that there would be many changes. Hei Xiaohua didn't want to wait until tomorrow. When she heard that there was still a chance of improvement, she hurriedly asked.
"Unless... it's a fight to the death!" Meng Shan gritted his teeth, "This fight to the death is simply a wheel battle. As long as you can stay on stage for an hour, you can tell the clan leader a wish! And of course this wish can be ignored. Rules, choose anyone as your opponent!"
Because the rewards for this deathmatch are very tempting, deathmatches are not uncommon. They happen every once in a while, and Mengshan is already used to it.
Although death battles have occurred many times, as far as he knows, there seems to have never been anyone in history who can truly complete a death battle, except for the clan leader and his father...
Think back to the beginning
My eldest brother and I have also participated in a death duel, but the physical exertion of this death duel is really beyond what ordinary people can bear. They managed to hold on for half an hour before having to jump off the stage.
Fortunately, I am already much better than my peers. Although I failed, it is not a shame...
"So brother Xiaohua, don't worry. I will discuss it with my eldest brother later and ask my father to let you stay in the clan for one day. At worst, let you stay in the clan tomorrow...brother Xiaohua?" Before Meng Shan finished speaking, he saw that Hei Xiaohua had already taken a quick step. He rushed out and jumped onto the nearest ring.
Seeing the third figure beside them, the two people who were preparing on the ring were slightly startled, with doubts on their faces.
"Brother, have you entered the wrong arena?" The two said in unison.
Hei Xiaohua never expected that there would be someone sitting on this ring, and she also looked embarrassed: "I'm really sorry, do you two know which ring the death match is in?"
"A fight to the death...hahaha...cough cough cough cough!" Before the man could finish his words, he suddenly choked on his saliva and coughed repeatedly, and then rolled down the ring.
Although the other person didn't react as violently as the former, he still had the same look on his face as if he was looking at a joke: "Of course you can fight to the death anywhere. Since you want to fight to the death, we will give the ring to you! Take care!" As he said this, this person He jumped off the stage.
"Death fighter, leave your name!"
In his ears, an old voice suddenly sounded.
"Black little flower..."
"Oh?" The old voice was a little surprised, "Strange, why is your name not in the family register?"
"Because I'm not one of yours..." As he said that, Hei Xiaohua suddenly became worried: "Isn't it that if I'm not one of yours, I can't participate in a death duel?"
"Nonsense! People who are not from my tribe can't even enter the fighting arena, so how can they participate in a fight to the death?" The old voice shouted in a low voice, and then changed the topic: "But... you have some courage, I think. Let’s see if you are a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, or are you just too self-confident to risk your life?”
"..."
"Mengshan! What's going on?" Sensing something unusual here, Meng Yuan couldn't sit still and flew directly from the stage to Mengshan's side.
"Brother..." Seeing Meng Yuan, Meng Shan stopped: "Brother Xiaohua said he wanted to challenge Xu Guang, so I told him the rules of the fighting field. I originally planned to let him come back tomorrow, but who knew I hadn't said this yet? After saying that, he jumped onto the ring..."
After listening to Meng Shan's explanation, Meng Yuan also knew that the latter was indeed not to blame for this incident.
"Then why didn't you tell him in advance that for foreigners, this fight to the death is completely different from us?"
"Different? What's the difference?" Meng Shan looked confused, "Isn't this death battle just a normal wheel battle?"
"If that's all, what's there to worry about?" Meng Yuan smiled bitterly and said, "It seems... today we are finally going to see a real fight to the death!"
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