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Chapter 62 The Game Begins

The Saint waited alone in the waiting room. This was the last peaceful place for all debtors to enter the ring. He seemed to be able to feel the ubiquitous oppression in the room.

He can hear the tranquility in despair of the person who was cheated into the gambling game and suffered the catastrophe before his departure, he can see the courageous fear of the person who generously died for the seriously ill relatives, and he can smell the reluctance of the person who has nothing behind the madness.

The saint sits on a sofa in the middle of the room, constantly adjusting his posture, as if reproducing the posture used by the poor man who once sat here.

He listened to the cheers and shouts coming from outside the door, and he knew that it was the voice of evil. The people here have been brainwashed by evil, and what they desire is wrong.

The saint pulled the sofa to the mirror, looked at himself, and slowly took off his clothes. His face, neck, chest, waist, arms, back and thighs were all covered by tattoos.

He touched his left chest, where the holy words were written: "We are surrounded by enemies but not trapped, perplexed but not disappointed, persecuted but not abandoned, overthrown but not perish."

The saint knows how powerful Ogda Okanda is, but he is not afraid. He is protected by God, and the Lord's warrior will not be defeated by the evils of the world.

He made a cross in front of the mirror and prayed for the souls of the dead here: "Enter through the narrow gate, for the gate is wide and the way is wide that leads to destruction, and there are many who enter; Narrow is the gate, and narrow is the way, and few find it."

The saint took out a tactical uniform from his bag, put it on himself, and took out two cross daggers only [-] centimeters long from his bag, which were his weapons.

The Death Fighting Grand Prix allows debt contestants to carry cold weapons, because Ogda himself is a war machine, and his fists are even embedded with impact horns to increase lethality.

The saint inserted the cross dagger into both sides of the belt, and picked up a string of fine chains and wrapped them around the palm of his hand. At the end of the chain was a long sharp blade in the shape of a scorpion tail hook. The saint stuffed the sharp blade into the cuff.

Finally, the saint picked up a pair of cross-shaped knuckles and put them on his fingers. After hesitating, he put on a pair of sunglasses and looked around.

"Our priest is a sullen man, and he even prepared a pair of sunglasses! When he dies, we'll put this video on the Internet and sell it, and we'll definitely make a small profit!"

In a secret monitoring room, several strong men from the Violent Bear Gang were laughing and joking. Their task was to monitor the debt contestants to prevent them from killing themselves in advance or bringing some contraband to the stage.

"The unemployed man who had a mental breakdown and ran naked in the lounge last time, only [-] people bought the rights to broadcast it. Now people are not interested in this kind of video." Another security guard held a barbell in his hand, one left and one The right one works the biceps.

"Forget it, let's record it first, let's pay more attention to him." The security guard who had spoken before shook his head, and turned to watch the fitness video on another screen.

The saint scanned around with his special glasses, determined the position of the camera, turned his body slightly, and blocked most of his bag.

The bottom of the bag contained two old-fashioned plastic explosives that were pressed into thin plates as cushions. The saint skillfully took out the combination of the detonator and the plastic explosives from his pocket, used his electronic watch as a timer, and then closed the bag. The bag was intentionally or unintentionally placed at the base of the wall.

According to the structural diagram, there is a power distribution station behind that wall. If it is damaged, it will take at least 3 minutes for the power consumption of the entire fitness plaza to switch to the backup circuit.

At this time, the saint heard the host outside introducing his name loudly, took a deep breath, and sat back to his original position.

Ten seconds later, there was a quick knock on the door, and a big black man poked his head in with no expression on his face, and said coldly as if announcing a death sentence, "Father, it's your turn to play."

The saint moved his hands and feet, and felt his heart burning. He knew that this must be God's affirmation of him!
Passing through a dark corridor, the big black man stood motionless in front of a door, and then slammed the door open, dazzling light and deafening cheers entered the corridor like a shock wave.

The saint felt that he was pushed hard by someone. When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing on one side of the boxing ring, and both sides were separated by iron fences. The crazy audience seemed to be watching monkeys in a zoo. Shout out to the saints.

"Damn boy, Ogda will make your head pop out of your ass!" A fat man wearing a hat with a boxing champion LOGO, with popcorn in his left hand and a beer glass in his right, shouted at the saints: "I crush you!" You can't last 100 seconds for 20 yuan! Just die!"

"Come on! You can do it! For God! For God!"

Saint thought that if there was a hell, maybe it would be like this, and he escaped a few beers and went straight to the ring.

Then, as the lights flickered in and out of the venue, a BGM with a strong rhythm sounded. On the other side of the boxing ring, the boxing champion Ogda slammed into the door with a loud roar, roaring out like a wild beast!

"Me! Ogda!" Ogda stood in the middle of the passage, staring at the audience around him, as if he was judging life and death, the place where his eyes passed was silent, and finally shouted again: "Kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Tens of thousands of spectators shouted together with Ogda, and even formed a rhythmic sound wave.

Ogda looked at the Saint with a rebellious face, only to find that the Saint was still standing there firmly, unaffected by anything.

A grin appeared on Oggda's face, he hadn't met such an interesting opponent for a long time!
Under the guidance of the host, Ogda also stood on the boxing ring. With a height of more than two meters and high bulging muscles, he looked like a dragon coming out of a myth.

The saints in black tactical uniforms are like the knights who challenge the dragon in fairy tales, and there is a high probability that they will be disembowelled by the dragon in the first round.

"I have nothing to say. There are no rules here, no referees, and the fight will not end until one side completely loses consciousness. Now I announce the fight!" The host looked at Ogda with vigilance, and he had already walked to the ring The edge only shouted: "Start!"

Ogda rushed directly towards the saint like a castle, fists bigger than a casserole collided with each other, sputtering bursts of sparks: "Death!"

"Here I will face death, only to return the sin to the evildoer." The saint stood still and made a sign of the cross.

(End of this chapter)