We must make it clear that the brave man is a loser, and so is the devil.
Of course, today's brave men may not be so brave. After all, the brave men in the past would not make money wantonly and cheat. And the current Demon King doesn't look so "Devil". After all, a "beautiful girl with white hair, red eyes, and no mouth" who looks like a human aesthetics doesn't look like a Demon King at all.
What's more, Torrea's reputation now far exceeds that of Zhou Li. After all, she was previously a subordinate of Magnum III, a veteran feudal vampire, and her reputation was also good. But what cannot be denied is that in the beginning, Torea's essence was the Demon King, the Demon King used to fight the brave.
So, even if you, the brave man, are cheating, I, the Demon King, can’t cheat too much.
"Talent: Dislocation·Eight Virtues (You don't need to have any virtuous heart, nor do you need to have evil thoughts. The purer the user's mind, the stronger the cultivation talent will be.)
"Talent: Dislocation·Ultimate Benevolence and Benevolence (You don't need benevolence or kindness. The purer the user's mind, the stronger the power increase will be.)"
"Talent: Dislocation·The dust of this world (to seal)"
"Talent: Upright·Extremely pure (you are the purest)"
This is pure cheating without any modification or disguise. Just like there was a book in the past where the hero's ability was to kill someone named Zhang San, while the heroine's ability was to make someone change their name to Zhang San. Tailor-made, cheating behavior without any cover. The same is true for the blessings from the gods on Torea. They didn't even bother to add a restriction or negative effect. It was pure lazy behavior.
However, in fact, if it were just like this, Torea might not be able to kill this not-so-smart boxer with one move like now. After all, only physical strength is allowed in this arena, not professional abilities. Therefore, even if the god shamelessly plays a lot of tricks on Torea, she will not be able to kill him so easily. It will take at least three moves to kill him.
A body from another world…
Torea didn't look at Skoda who was lying flat. She just stared at her white and pink right fist, feeling a little dazed in her mind. In fact, even if there is no trick played by the gods on her, as the hope of a planet, Torreya, who has had every cell precisely controlled since birth, still has extremely strong talent and physical fitness.
"you…"
The referee on the side did not react for a moment. According to the rules, he needed to count dozens to confirm whether the opponent fell to the ground. But everything happened too fast. He looked at Torea blankly, and then at Skoda groaning on the ground. It took him a while to react.
"10!"
The referee rushed forward and started counting down. After hearing the countdown, Skoda stood up despite the pain all over his body. He shook his hand, his face full of solemnity, without any contempt. And Torea didn't take advantage of this to attack, she just waited for Skoda to adjust her body.
"I surrender."
Raising one hand, Skoda said loudly: "I surrender!"
In fact, the moment Skoda turned over after hearing the countdown, it began to regret it.
Please, this is just one move, so what if I get up? A second time?
Skoda did not comfort himself with excuses such as "I was careless" or "she attacked me sneakily". He was very confident that the white-haired girl in front of him was invincible, at least there was absolutely no chance for him to defeat her. Just based on his confrontation with her just now, Skoda identified this matter.
Therefore, when he discovered that Torreia was not prepared to pursue the victory and hit herself on the floor again, Skoda breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately chose to protect himself wisely and surrendered.
Others around him didn't react until the referee's voice sounded. The talented boxer was subdued by an unknown woman with just one move. But they didn't boo or ridicule. After all, Torea had truly shown her strength. She was a warrior worthy of everyone's respect.
"What a newborn."
"Yes, you are really a newborn."
"How could this be done?"
"Is this still a person?"
However, in the silver group not far away, many Tariq people gathered around a ring and pointed at the brutal battle inside.
On the circular ring, a man wearing a black windbreaker and a strange mask on his face was beating the opponent's boxer with exquisite and continuous moves. After a wonderful set of combos, the man ended this pitiful one-sided battle with a beautiful flick.
Then, everyone booed.
In fact, it is not surprising that these audiences expressed contempt for this kind of behavior of men, because anyone with a discerning eye can see that the man in the windbreaker on the stage is not a silver-level professional at all. He must be a gold, no, at least a platinum-level professional. By. Whether it is offensiveness, strength or speed, it is impossible to be a silver-level professional.
This guy is abusing food, no one cares about him?
No one really cares.
Even if the audience was very dissatisfied with the battle on stage and hated the challenger, they had to admit that this person did not violate the rules. Because it was only now that these people discovered that because they believed too much in human nature, there was an extremely important rule that was not written in the arena of their country.
Abuse of food is not allowed.
Yes, the South Avenue Boxing Gym, as the most prestigious competition venue in Tariq, actually has no restriction that "people of a certain rank must fight within the specified rank." In the rule sheet, the Nandao Boxing Gym clearly states that "you can participate in group battles across levels." The entire regulation is so that people like Skoda who have physical strength but lower professional levels can challenge higher-level existences without As for being bound by professional levels.
The starting point is good, but Zhou Li is definitely not a good starting point.
In fact, Zhou Li really just wanted to restrain the drunk butterfly at the beginning and prevent Torea from causing any unpleasant incident at the South Avenue Boxing Gym. But when he "inadvertently" glanced at the rules table and saw the boxing gym's regulations that "you can participate in cross-level fights", his purpose began to change.
For example, abuse food, and then let others marvel, and then accumulate energy.
Yes, Zhou Li's abuse of food was not just abuse of food, he had a purpose and premeditation. After all, if he wants the power of disaster to release "divine punishment" when needed, he needs to accumulate the "negative emotions" of others. Note that this negative emotion does not come from telling people cold jokes or arguing with others. If it were that simple, Zhou Li would have gone to the God Realm long ago.
The negative emotions required by the power of disaster refer to emotions such as "fear, reverence, surrender, anger, and resentment" that others have towards Zhou Li due to his actions. These emotions require Zhou Li to make breakthrough attempts before they can be accumulated.
If most people get this ability, their first thought is to either go on a killing spree or pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. This will not only accumulate the power of disaster, but also provide you with a sense of enjoyment. Although there are risks, at least you can improve yourself.
And Zhou Li is not an ordinary person. His brain circuit often has more twists and turns than others. But it was this turn that gave him many wonderful ideas.
Such as abusing vegetables.
It can also accumulate the power of disaster, and it's extremely enjoyable. The most important thing is that there is no risk of overturning. Apart from being easily denounced by angry viewers, it is a perfect idea of accumulating the power of disaster. Just after Zhou Li selected a lucky person for the experiment, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he was really a fucking genius.
Just by pressing a silver-level professional to the ground and beating him for three minutes, he gained a hundred disaster powers. You must know that the last time he transformed into a lower body destroyer in Magnum, he was threatened with a gun and an exploded egg, and he barely managed to obtain the power of disaster in his early one hundred years. But now, all he needs to do is pull a silver player with terminal cancer in front of him and beat him up for a round to get the same amount of disaster power.
Isn’t it beautiful? !
Of course, Zhou Li's acquisition of the silver was not in vain. He was not a devil, so he definitely wanted to give him some sweetness. Every time he fights, he will secretly release a force of disaster into the opponent's body to relieve the opponent's pain and injuries. At the same time, this will also bring a good physical improvement to the opponent, so...
These people who are gradually beaten to a pulp by Zhou Li will continue to be tortured by Zhou Li one after another, thus gaining a steady stream of disaster power.
Yes, Zhou Li is just fishing for sustainable harvest. He is not a devil. The devil has to have him tattooed on his back.
"Who else?"
Arrogant, domineering, without any warrior spirit. Zhou Li put his hands on his hips, looked at the people in the audience, and asked arrogantly: "I, Levi's, the number one boxer in Magnum, will challenge you Tariq people today. I want to see, you Tariq people What’s the difference between Gram’s silver and Magnum’s silver!”,
Damn, this guy is so mean.
At this time, everyone in the surrounding audience was filled with hatred. They don't understand why someone can be so shameless. But they also saw that this man's strength was not simple. For a moment, you looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't dare to challenge him.
"What's going on over there?"
Arriving in the exclusive lounge, Skoda was enjoying the recuperation service while looking at the commotion of the silver group not far away, and asked curiously: "Isn't the silver group always quiet? Why are there so many people gathered today? "
"Hey, just a shameless Magnum guy."
The doctor applying medicine carefully applied medicine to Skoda's wounds, and at the same time complained to him: "The man's name is Levis, he is said to be a Magnum man, and he came to meet Tariq's warrior. But this man is very ignorant. Takeru, who obviously has platinum strength, took advantage of loopholes to participate in the silver category and defeated several silver-level boxers."
"This kind of person is too shameless."
Skoda was stunned for a moment. He really never thought that someone would fight Silver with the strength of Platinum. Isn't this a sign of self-degradation? As a good old man in the boxing gym, Skoda frowned and asked in confusion: "No one cares about him?"
"Hey, don't mention it."
The doctor waved his hand and said with a wry smile: "Most of the platinum boxers today are not in the ring. The few high-level boxers are also competing with the little white-haired girl just now, so they have no time to care about him."
"Forget it, let me go."
Hearing this, Skoda did his part. He stood up, moved his shoulders, and then asked the doctor: "How long can the last painkiller last?"
"five minutes."
After getting the data, Skoda narrowed his eyes and began to observe Zhou Li, who was competing with an unconvinced silver boxer.
Ah.
"Five minutes is more than enough for a person like him who has weak boxing, random defense, loose steps, and slow reactions."
After confirming that the Magnum man named Levis couldn't box at all, Skoda twisted his neck and prepared to deal with this ignorant boy.
"Mr. Skoda, your right arm needs a hot compress to eliminate congestion. Why don't you wait for a while? It's not too late to apply it after the medicine has heated up."
The doctor looked at Skoda. Although he was proud of Skoda for stopping Levi's shameless behavior, he was worried that if the ointment was not applied immediately after heating, the effect of the ointment would dissipate quickly.
Hearing this, Skoda smiled confidently. He opened the door, turned his back to the doctor, and said sternly: "Warm the medicine first, lead me to a quick victory, and then apply hot medicine on me."
"good."
Infected by Skoda's arrogance, the doctor was full of enthusiasm, clasped his hands and said seriously: "Please go, I will heat up the medicine for you right now."
"Who among the mob dares to fight against me?!"
At this time, Zhou Li felt the continuous power of disaster in his body and began to become more and more arrogant. He sat cross-legged on the railing and shouted loudly: "I thought Tariq was a hero, but I didn't expect it to be anything more than this."
"You dare to be so arrogant just because Platinum and Brilliant Boxer are not here on weekdays. If you wait for our Platinum and Brilliant Boxer to come, I wonder if you dare to be so arrogant?"
The audience in the audience couldn't help it. They had never seen such a person kicking his nose and face while jumping high. They shouted and accused Zhou Li angrily.
"Oh, you let them come? I won't change my name when I stand, I won't change my surname when I sit down, Magnum Levis, I'm here to pull up to the ring and wait for your platinum and brilliant boxers."
Zhou Li sneered, his disdainful look made the audience feel angry even through the mask. But now those high-level boxers are not here, and these people feel extremely aggrieved.
At this moment, a rich voice sounded in the ears of these people like the sound of nature.
"I come."
Everyone looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a man with a muscular body and a perfect figure slowly walking from a distance. I saw that the man was wrapped in bandages, and a strong smell of herbs kept coming, but it could not hide the man's edge as a boxer.
The visitor is none other than the platinum level boxer - Skoda.
"It's Skoda! This kid is in trouble!"
"But it seems like he just lost a game and was injured. Is that okay?"
"Believe in Skoda, he is the pride of our Tariq people."
Amidst the discussion and admiration, Skoda slowly turned onto the ring. He looked at Zhou Li who seemed to be getting serious, raised the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice:
"I challenge you."
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Three minutes later, with a ding sound, the doctor took out the hot ointment from the stove and placed it on the table.
"I wonder when Mr. Skoda will end the fight."
Because he needed to pay attention to the ointment, the doctor could not be distracted by the battle not far away. He could only stare blankly at the steaming ointment on the table, waiting anxiously.
dong dong dong
Just then, there was a knock on the door. The doctor immediately stood up excitedly, opened the door, and said happily: "Mr. Skoda is really powerful. This medicine has just been warmed up and is still hot, just right..."
Looking at the half-dead Skoda placed on a stretcher in front of him, the doctor's original words were swallowed once they reached his lips. It took him a long time before he could speak out.
"It's just ready for use."
