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Chapter 61 Death Fight Grand Prix

"Ladies and gentlemen! Night City and all the viewers who are watching our show! The new season of Death Fighting Contest officially opens tonight!"

"A brand new competition system! Brand new points system rules! Challengers from all over the world, as well as debtors who are fighting to the death, gather here, at the cost of their lives, just to become the final winner!"

"Thanks to the generous investment of the muscle builders and the enthusiastic cooperation of the Federal Lottery Center, our prize money this season is as high as 500 million federal coins!"

"Old rules, before officially launching the bloody arena, we must first thank the sponsors from all over the world. They are the Jianlibao Group, which only makes guns that ordinary people can afford! Don't restrict gender so much, the same sex is also very sexy The big bird around the bar! From the United Fruit Group of the ultimate coffee industry in Paradise Island, the charming South America!."

The host reported [-] or [-] companies in one breath. Amidst the boos of the audience, the boxing champion Ogda slowly walked onto the ring with a golden belt in the shape of a tank track, amidst the flashing lights all over the sky.

Ogda's hair was combed into finger-thick dreadlocks, and the tips of his hair were dyed silvery white. With his black face, he looked like a lion standing upright!
"Roar!" The boxing champion yelled into the microphone: "This season, I will kill every opponent! No one will survive! Blood! Broken bones! Brain flow! And, death!"

Boxing champion Ogda's declaration ignited the entire venue, and the audience shouted frantically. Hei Grandet laughed with satisfaction, and the ratings were rapidly expanding like his assets!

God knows how much effort Zog spent to make Ogda memorize that line. His brother who is like a beast, pumps more compounds into his body every day than he drinks water. Sometimes Black Grandet feels that Ogda Da's brain may have degenerated.

When was the last time he heard his younger brother speak in a complete and calm manner?A year ago, or two years ago?

Black Grande rubbed the gold ring on his finger. He felt that he had a clear conscience. He gave Ogda everything he wanted. He was simply a saint of the Oganda family, better than his father who never appeared I don't know how many times.

He watched Ogda being brought back to the stage by seven or eight security personnel wearing heavy protective equipment, and he ordered with a smile, "Give him a few shots of sedatives. It's not yet time for him to go on stage. His heart can't bear the load."

Black Grandet has already begun to miss Rodrigoz. When that black-hearted doctor was around, no matter what type of prosthetic body, as long as you paid enough money, it could be delivered within a month at most.

After that lunatic Tang Ji killed Rodriguez, the prosthetic body market in the entire Night City was in turmoil, and Black Grandet found that it was actually difficult for him to buy cheap and easy-to-use second-hand products.

"I heard you appeared again? Could it be me?" Hei Grandet's eyes swept across the huge surveillance wall. Behind him, more than a dozen professionals were monitoring the entire fitness plaza through various technical means. Those who are auspicious are marked individually.

Black Grandet is confident. He is not a small character like Rodriguez. He single-handedly launched the Death Fighting Competition and successfully brought the Grizzly Bear Gang's fitness industry into the national market. He wants people and money With money, why should Tang Ji fight him?

That lunatic was just killing small characters like Rodriguez to scare people. Hei Grandet thought of this and suddenly thought it was a good gimmick.

The audience is tired of seeing Ogda beat office workers to death in the boxing ring. Perhaps next season, recruiting some gangsters from the streets to die will be more exciting for the audience?
Tang Ji observed the stadium in the distance with a telescope in the room he rented. There were tens of thousands of people coming in and out there, and he could hear the shouts inside across a street.

The TV behind him was also broadcasting the scene in real time. After Ogda was dragged away, the host introduced seven or eight challengers from all over the world, but the audience did not buy it.

Since prosthetics began to be put into practical use, traditional human fighting skills have been in crisis. A fighter who has carefully trained his body for 20 years may not necessarily gain the upper hand when facing ordinary people equipped with metal prosthetics.

Tang Ji himself has one, and he knows how strong this metal arm is compared to the physical body. According to the factory manual, the RHZ-III reinforced prosthesis can provide a grip strength of 270KG, and the single-arm deadlift limit is about 390kg.

Of course, the above data is entirely the data of the prosthesis itself. Most prosthetic implanters are limited by the fragility of the joints and cannot fully exert the effect of the prosthesis.

And those with severe prosthetic limb implants have long regarded human limits as nothing, such as the woman next to Faisal.
Tang Ji looked around at his prosthetic limb. Since he walked through the gate of hell in a daze that morning, this prosthetic limb has been wrong.

It has been more than a month now, and Tang Ji has not found the charging hole, nor has it been charged, but it is running without any abnormalities, no jams, no delays.

Tang Ji moved his fingers and gradually accelerated, and even phantoms appeared in the fingers in the air. This is another abnormality, it is too flexible.

The RHZ-III enhanced prosthesis is not a high-end product. The only thing worthy of praise is the material. It uses a composite metal skin, built-in micro-lattice bones, and fills the middle with carbon nanotubes as muscle fibers. Three generations of artificial nervous systems.

In essence, it is still an industrial product produced on the assembly line, and it is incomparable with those fine products made in the laboratory.

But now Tang Ji is sure that this thing is the same as himself, and there is an unexplainable accident.

He has never heard of a prosthetic arm that can react as quickly and flexibly as a real one. If he can play the piano, he can try to see how different it is from the original arm.

Tang Ji removed the prelude casually, and cleaned the barrel and cylinder bit by bit with a gun cleaning cloth dipped in gun oil. While patiently waiting for the saint to appear, he guessed where the current energy of the prosthetic limb came from.

"Now, let's welcome today's challenger, the young priest from Ohio!" The face of the saint appeared on the big screen behind the host, with a very personalized facial tattoo and the saint's blue eyes. Harvested a lot of female fans.

"He, for 25 federal currency, voluntarily stepped into the boxing ring to face the terrifying boxing champion! This is a challenge of 150 kilograms versus [-] kilograms!" The host shouted sensationally: "But no matter the result Anyway, this priest will leave a church for his hometown diocese! What kind of faith is this? What kind of pious preaching is this? You will watch this mass mixed with blood and death from a close distance!"

(End of this chapter)