Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 1514 Black Hand vs. Wukong Masked Man

Ten minutes flew by.

During this period, many hot-headed people, influenced by Fat Tiger's words just now, immediately ran over to add points.

Some people still think that Black Hand is more powerful, but some people think that the Masked Man Goku is more powerful after seeing his performance just now, and they took out all their points to place a bet.

It's like gambling, the risk is big, but the reward is also big.

As long as you succeed, your worth will double.

When they thought about the fact that if they succeeded they would get double the points, their blood started to boil.

Many of them have never thought about what would happen if they invested all their assets and failed, and they don't want to think about it.

Isn't that what gamblers think?

Just think about the good side, not the bad side.

Even if their minds tell them that they might lose everything if they lose, they are already so carried away that they will even try to control themselves from thinking about the bad consequences.

Ten minutes are up.

Ding Ding Ding ~
Fat Tiger walked into the octagonal cage while knocking with a piece of iron in his hand.

When everyone's attention was focused on himself, he handed the iron sheet to his subordinate who had followed him and took the loudspeaker from him.

"Ouch!"

He went crazy for a while, then shouted to everyone with an excited look:

"The exciting moment has arrived. Now we are going to the finals."

"No more nonsense."

"Please invite our black hand!"

clap clap clap!
Amid the applause, there was a cheer from the survivors supporting the Black Hand.

"Wow wow wow!"

"Black hand! Black hand! Black hand!"

"Black Hand will win!"

Black Hand walked up to the ring slowly and threw the towel around his neck to the audience as he walked up.

Fat Tiger nodded to Black Hand and continued to shout through the loudspeaker:
"Please welcome our masked man: Wukong!"

"Goku!"

There were also many survivors in the audience who supported the masked man, and after seeing Goku, they shouted loudly.

Tatata!
The masked man Goku was still in the same outfit, wrapped tightly all over.

Black Hand looked at his opponent who was less than three meters away from him and thought to himself: I finally get to face him.

When the ring competition was held these days, he had no interest in anyone else but this mysterious masked man.

After so many battles, no one has ever seen the true face of the masked man.

Facing this Goku, he also felt a lot of pressure.

Unfortunately, cold weapons cannot be used.

Can only fight with bare hands.

He was upset that he couldn't use the butterfly knife he was best at.

But there is no way around it. All dangerous cold weapons must be handed in when entering the trading market.

Moreover, if cold weapons are used in battle, the mortality rate will be very high.

If cold weapons were used without restriction in this ring match, many people would probably die.

Both of them were looking at each other. The masked man looked at the black hand in front of him with a vigilant look in his eyes.

The man in black gloves in front of him gave him a strong sense of threat.

The two looked at each other, and the air froze.

A solemn atmosphere enveloped the octagonal cage.

Fat Tiger glanced at the black hand and then at the masked man.

Originally, as Black Hand was their man, he could have used his power to directly let the masked man fight with him after he finished the fight.

Black Hand got enough rest, while the masked man did not, so as one gained strength while the other lost, his chances of winning are very high.

But was rejected by the confident and proud Black Hand.

He doesn't want to do anything pretentious like this; he just wants to be realistic.

Even if his skills were not as good as others, he accepted it.

Fat Tiger stood between the two of them, feeling a little depressed.

So he quickly shouted: "Okay, Black Hand vs. Wukong, I declare it official."

He drawled, "Begin."

Boom!
The octagonal cage door is closed.

Black Hand stands on the left and the man with the Goku mask stands on the right.

Black Hand suddenly said, "Take off the mask and fight."

The man in the Goku mask ignored him and stared at Black Hand's lower body.

He moved slowly, keeping his body in a posture ready to attack at any time.

Not getting a reply from the masked man, Black Hand's eyes turned cold.

If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished. You put on a mask and fight with yourself. What's the point of pretending?

I used to admire this Goku, but now it seems that he is a bit pretentious.

Show off! I'll let you show off.

With a move of his body, Black Hand rushed towards the masked man at an extremely fast speed.

Elbow!

Black Hand's elbow attack was blocked by the masked man's arm in the next second.

Blackhand kicked the masked man in the groin with his knee.

The masked man stepped back and took a few steps.

Avoid this extremely risky combo. If you get kicked in the lower abdomen, your balls will be smashed.

The evildoer failed to gain his advantage and became even angrier.

Rush forward, lift your knees, turn your waist, kick out with your hands, and rotate with your toes as the axis.

A perfect sweep kick!

The masked man stepped back again. He had retreated to the very edge of the octagonal cage and bumped into the iron frame of the cage. He had nowhere to retreat.

"Muay Thai!" the masked man said in a low voice.

Black Hand ignored him and continued his attack.

He got close, thrust out with both fists, and at the same time, rammed his knee into the Goku masked man's stomach.

There were three parallel lines, and the masked man was pushed to the very edge, unable to retreat, with almost no space to hide around him.

And because he was moving backwards, his position was very passive and he was not in a good position to face the Black Hand's attack.

Just when Black Hand was about to knock him down, the masked man grabbed the iron railing behind him, used both hands to support his body in a parallel state, and kicked with both feet.

Using the power of the octagonal cage, he kicked the black hand.

Black Hand saw the two feet kicking towards him and quickly changed his movements.

The two fists that were originally stretched forward were instantly raised upwards, and the masked man's flying kick was blocked with his forearms.

Black Hand took a few steps back, his lips curled coldly, and using the advantage of his large position, he immediately rushed to the left and leaped up before the masked man could adjust his posture.

Elbow the masked man in the stomach.

Block.

The masked man blocked it with both hands and his palms felt numb.

He fell to the ground and quickly got up.

"Interesting." The masked man whispered.

Then he began to take the initiative to attack.

"You're just in time." Black Hand shouted.

Bang bang bang!
The punches hit the flesh, and sometimes they hit the octagonal cage, causing it to shake and clang.

They attacked alternately, fiercely and swiftly, punch after punch, like thunder exploding.

From the perspective of an outsider, both of them have great power.
They were all extremely ruthless, tricky and blood-pumping.

Their bodies rushed forward like a locomotive, punching, kicking, elbowing, kneeing, and attacking with all their strength.

Before he knew it, the masked man's hat was blown off and his upper body clothes were torn into strips of cloth that looked like beggar's clothes.

And at the torn place, you can vaguely see blood on it.

Heishou's eyes were swollen, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his calves were trembling.

This was kicked by the masked man just now.

Up to now, the two sides are evenly matched.

This battle made everyone in the audience extremely excited.

"It's so exciting! I knew it was worth the trip. I think the showdown between Black Hand and the mysterious masked man is the best!"

"That's true, but up to now, there's still no winner. It looks like both of them are evenly matched."

"No, your Wukong's head is swollen."

Under the light, the audience in the distance saw that the head of the Monkey King masked man had pits and holes all over it, as if it had been smashed.

But people who were closer to the ring could see that it was not smashed, but burned.

There was not a single hair on his head, and unlike his smooth bald head, it was covered with scars, and the wrinkled scars looked very ugly. Li Zhengping watched the two men fighting, swallowed his saliva, and asked Da Pao:

"Brother Pao, can you beat them?"

Da Pao curled his lips and said, "Just kidding, of course I am..."

"Can't beat it!"

"I'm not a professional in this field. My major is interrogation."

Li Zhengping looked at Li Tie. Li Tie did not answer him, but his eyes were a little stern and thoughtful.

He was not shocked by how good the fighting skills of these two people were, but because of the fighting style of these people, especially the wild dog, seen in the past few games.

They are so fucking reckless and cruel.

This is the true characteristic of the strong ones who survived the apocalypse, bloodthirsty!

"Big brother."

"What's the matter?" Li Yu looked at Li Tie.

Li Tie's eyes were a little serious. "I suggest that we regularly pull people from the team in to fight a few times. The combat team is better, but the militia team, I feel, lacks a bit of blood."

Li Yu's eyes lit up slightly.

This is true.

Through these survivors in the Octagon, they hone those within their own ranks.

Guns are one thing. Having a gun naturally eliminates the need for close combat.

But this fearless and ferocious attitude must be honed.

Sometimes, a gun isn't enough.

Weapons and equipment are the basis, but if everyone in the team has this kind of fierce and ruthless spirit, like a group of hungry wolves, it will enhance the combat capability of the entire team.

Willpower is very important.

"Yes, that's a good idea." Li Yu nodded with a smile.

"Go back and pull them over and give it a try. Winning or losing is not important. What's important is to let them feel this."

"it is good."

As they were talking.

The Black Hand in the Octagonal Cage fought with the Goku Masked Man several more times.

Heishou wiped the blood from his nose and looked at the Goku masked man whose mask didn't fall off after he punched him several times. He became ruthless and decided to take off the mask.

rushed over again.

He pretended to take off his mask again, but kicked the masked man in the stomach the next second.

The masked man blocked again.

Black Hand's attack came again, pretending to take off the mask again.

The masked man had been cheated many times, so this time he ignored the trick and punched the mastermind in the nose.

Black Hand did not block, but let him hit his nose.

He grabbed the masked man's mask tightly with both hands and pulled it down hard.

Tear!

The mask on the masked man was tied very tightly, and the pull left two bloody marks on his face.

The black hand fell backwards, his nose was broken and blood splattered.

But he laughed.

"I'm wearing a Nima mask. I dare not show anyone what I look like."

The masked man was a little flustered when his mask was taken off, and quickly covered his face with his hands.

But when he covered his hands, he found they were covered in blood.

The burning pain on his face made him realize that when Black Hand roughly took off the mask, the sharp edge of the mask had cut his face.

His face was once burned by fire,

My whole head, no, my whole body was burned.

It looks extremely ugly.

Before the end of the world,

He used to save people, to save those in the fire.

He left the chance to escape to others, but he himself lost the best opportunity to escape and was burned by the flames, resulting in 90% burns on his skin.

He had a narrow escape, but if it weren't for his good physique, he probably wouldn't have survived.

After surgery, it still couldn't be repaired.

The nurse in the ward looked at his eyes strangely and refused to give him a mirror.

One day, he secretly found a mirror and looked at his ugly self in the mirror and couldn't accept it.

Many people say he is ugly, but he doesn't really care.

What he cares about is whether the people he cares about care about his face.

As a man, it’s okay to be a little ugly. Responsibility, justice and courage are more important qualities.

But what broke his heart was:
No one he saved ever said thank you to him.

After that incident, the few people around him who already had some time to spare began to distance themselves from him without him noticing.

The people he cares about say they don’t care about his injury, but they actually do care.

One day he heard his girlfriend talking on the phone behind his back, saying that she would have nightmares every day when she slept next to him, and that seeing his face when she woke up was like being in love with a zombie.

Even when he went to a convenience store to buy something, even if he wore a mask, the clerk would look at him strangely when he looked up and saw his scar.

When he went to the movies, children would be scared and cry, and adults would look at him with disgust.

Wherever he went in public, he would be looked at with fear and vigilance.

He asked himself what he had done, and he felt that he had done nothing wrong.

Shouldn't we go and rescue those people?

Maybe I really shouldn't have gone to rescue him. If I had, I wouldn't have gotten hurt.

My girlfriend won't leave me.

I can also live a normal life.

But there is no if.

He wanted revenge, but he didn't know who he should take revenge on.

He shut himself in, staying in a house and rarely going out throughout the year.

Occasionally, at three or four in the morning, he would go out for a walk.

The night makes him feel free, he likes the night.

He didn't like the strange, disgusted, and horrified looks people gave him; they made him feel stupid.

I used to be so stupid!

Suddenly one day, he stayed in his room for two months without going out. He ordered takeout, but the delivery man didn't come.

The call didn't go through, he was hungry, and walked out.

I found that the world has changed.

It's become different from before.

He found that now he seemed to be able to go anywhere.

The end of the world is great.

However, he hates when others take off his mask.

Especially the passive one!
A wrinkled and ferocious face, with two bloody scratches on the cheeks due to scratches.

The whole face looks like a demon from hell.

Black Hand stood up with a smile, raised his head and saw his horrifying face, and his smile disappeared like the tide.

"Um, I don't know what's wrong with your face."

The Wukong masked man stared at the black hand.

Tear!

He tore off his upper body clothes which were like strips of cloth.

His upper body was exposed.

Wrinkled and pitted, as if it had been fried in a frying pan.

There are scars crisscrossing each other, and not a single piece of healthy skin.

There was still blood on it.

Ferocious and terrifying.

The masked man with the Goku clenched his fists and made a crackling sound as he took a step forward.

Towards the black hand.

A heavy step!
It seemed as if the octagonal cage was shaking.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"you!"

"Should!"

"die!"

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)