wear it lord god

Chapter 417 The Iron Warrior 14
Fortunately, he wasn't on the field, otherwise he would only be left with one head watching others fight, and every second that passed, his life would lose a second of vitality; every second would be suffering.

Think about the fact that the "chainsaw" was merciful to the three people just now, and only saw at the places that could be remedied, unlike the "iron claw", which crushed the other's head with one claw, and completely burped and caught a cold.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and this time the field was full of hardcore warriors, all holding heavy weapons.Either a big hammer or a big axe, each of which weighs at least half a ton, will always have broken limbs and debris flying up.

Finally, after 4 minutes, the whole game ended.

There was only "Iron Claw" left on the field. On the playing field full of severed limbs and blue biochemical fluid, he raised his giant sword and showed himself arrogantly and arrogantly, making the audience in the entire competition hall cheer for him. Victory applause.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" The thin man and the little oil barrel were so anxious that they were sweating, and in another minute, the "chainsaw" would be hopeless.

But "Iron Claw" still had an endless curtain call, but according to the rules, the staff couldn't come on stage to finish until the winner was finished.

Did this guy do it on purpose?

When the audience shouted a little weaker, it should be stopped at this time, and "Iron Claw" is finally over.

When he walked backstage, a group of staff immediately flocked to pick his head at the fastest speed.When you find one, you carry it and run to the backstage.

The thin man and the little oil barrel immediately escaped and ran to the backstage dedicated to warriors.

Others followed suit, and Xining also ran to have a look.

You can't enter, you can only be at the door. Fortunately, the people who ran past are all in normal shape, otherwise just a fat man can block the entire door.

Xining looked in from the gap, the backstage inside was much larger than the backstage of the sparring partner, and there were several times more treatment equipment and beds, all in a row by the nearest wall.

After the heads were picked up one by one, they were immediately plugged into the tubes of the oxygen supply device.And shouted at the head to see if there was any response.So it was very noisy inside, shouting and calling for help.

There is already a head declaring death, and there is no answer after shouting for a long time, and then the EEG cable is plugged in. If the brain does not respond to any fluctuations, then it is really dead.Then put this head on a special shelf next to it, and let the family members pick it up after everything is over.

There are already three pills on the shelf, and they are very eye-catching.

This was considered good, and one grain was thrown into a bucket next to it with a black cloth cover.It was a head that was definitely not claimed, and it was collected and sent to the crematorium.

Looking at that bucket, what does Xining think, it looks like a trash can, and it is black, a dry trash can!
The music sounded outside, it was a halftime performance, and the beauties danced, allowing the audience to relax and rest.

Xi Ning felt a lot, it was like singing and dancing on the outside, and the speed of life and death on the inside.

One head compensates 100 million, don't worry about the boss losing money.Because all samurai have bets, death will only affect the bettor's money, not the boss's business.Instead, the boss hopes that a few will die every time, so as to show the authenticity.But you can't die too much, so that there are no successors.

Supported by powerful medical means, "Chain Saw" finally opened his eyes and responded with a cry.And look at the display on the computer, not yet hypoxic.

Once lack of oxygen, it will cause irreversible damage to the brain, and the immortal will become a fool or a vegetable.At this time, the staff will pull the connection line, because the compensation for vegetative people and idiots is more than death...for example, the one over there.

Even though his face looked normal, Xi Ning still saw that the staff member secretly ticked off one of the connection lines with his finger, and the red area on the computer quickly turned white.After a while, the head was declared dead, and after the other wires were pulled, it was placed on a shelf.

What else can I do, go to the police, where is the evidence?There are casualties in the game, and it is normal for the head to survive for a while after being hit hard.

Those whose heads are kept, their bodies are being brought in.

It's a small forklift, and it directly shovels in piles and piles.

More than 20 assistants went up and started sorting.As for the samurai on the operating table, the worst one had only one head left, and the best one was half-shorted, shouting there one by one.Remind the assistant about where your body is.

"There's my arm, yes, the one I sprayed with red paint on...my foot, you took my foot..."

The assistants pick up pieces one by one, first pick up the big ones, place them next to the warriors, and then pick up the small ones.

With one stroke of the forklift, all the broken limbs and arms were swept in, and the field was cleaned up as quickly as possible for the next game.

The torso is still being sorted inside, and the host is already shouting excitedly outside: "Next is the speed warrior competition, please place your bets as soon as possible, and the bets will stop soon!"

Several samurai were coming out of their separate locker rooms. As the speed type, their stature was naturally much smaller than that of the strength type, similar to that of ordinary people, and some were even slender and abnormal, like short "skinny men".

Half of the samurai have full-time consultants and coaches around, nagging and adding or applying oil.And two of them asked their assistants to put some powder on their faces.

Men, samurai, make up fans... I sweated a lot.

Look at the face, oh my god, the powder is so thick that it looks like wearing a mask and heavy makeup, the only thing missing is a wig, which is the proper makeup of a noble man in the middle ages in Europe.

They almost didn't look at the row of samurai who were being treated. Even if they did, they just glanced at them and continued to walk outside the field without stopping.

The hosts outside began to announce the names, the number of games won, the current points ranking, and even the height and weight in the order of appearance.

Taking advantage of the introduction of the players, Xining returned to the original backstage and went to the door to watch the next game.

I finally know what a speed type is. Although there is no Flash, it is exaggerated to disappear in the blink of an eye, and that action is also "swipe~" like lightning.

If they run [-] meters, they can run the distance in four or five seconds.The power-type weapon was thrown, but before it was thrown, they might avoid it and stab it with a sword.

But the final game is not divided into groups, and the strength, speed, and mixed types with the highest points will eventually compete standing together.

The advantage of the speed type is that it is fast, but the biggest disadvantage is that the attack power is not strong.In order not to affect the speed, the weapons they used were swords that ordinary people could afford.Such a sword can hardly cause substantial damage to a powerful shell that is thicker than the steel plate of an armored vehicle.As for the strength type, as long as they hit them once, their slender bodies will be torn apart.

Everything has advantages and disadvantages.

Compared with strength-type competitions, speed-type competitions will not be shaken with every move.But dizzying, I can't blink my eyes, maybe after a blink, I missed how this guy died.

Xining's mouth was full of bitterness, just like that, how did she become a female warrior?
(End of this chapter)