latent body

Chapter 26
According to the recommendation letter given by Zhong Jun, Ling Zihan can directly find Su Xiaoxiao, the owner of Hengwei Boxing Gym, explain everything and get care from her.

Ling Zihan intends to try the water first with his own strength.

This is not because of the stubborn self-esteem of the young boy, but because he has deeper considerations.

……

At ten o'clock in the evening, Ling Zihan entered the rest area behind the arena on time.

Several burly men in black leather jackets leaned or sat, laughing and chatting.They are all more than two meters tall, and every muscle on their chest and arms is full and strong. It looks like they have been remodeled, with heavy strikers installed inside, and bionic skin on the outside.

Ling Zihan's 1.9-meter stature seemed short among them. When he entered the room, he attracted a lot of attention. The black boxer badge worn on his chest eliminated most of the hostility.To some extent, this is equivalent to the passport of Hengwei Boxing Gym. Although he is not [-]% recognized by himself, he can pass unimpeded tonight, that is, during the competition period.

A very tall and strong man stood in the middle of the rest hall, pointed at Ling Zihan, and made an irresistible majestic voice.

"come here."

Ling Zihan walked over obediently, and the strong man crossed his hands across his chest. He was very satisfied with Ling Zihan's attitude, and then his eyes fell on the badge on his chest: "Number [-], Bronze Boxer. Let's go for an inspection first!"

All gyms have division ratings for their fighters.

The so-called segmentation refers to the four stages of primary body, adaptive body, strengthened body and heterogeneous body.Because the strength of the individual is too strong, the opponents in the boxing match are usually arranged in the same realm, that is, the newborn is against the newborn, the adapted is against the adapted, and so on, and there will be no leapfrog competition between the newborn and the adapted.

Gamblers who place bets are smart enough to throw money into the water for nothing.

As for the classification, it refers to the four strength levels of fighters A, B, C, and D in the same stage.A to A, B to B, the reason is the same.

In order to be fair, all fighters are inspected before the fight, and competitors are also checked for hidden weapons.Once a violation is found, the boxing gym has the right to deal with the contestants.

Ling Zihan walked to the X-ray machine, took off his coat and trousers, unbuttoned his thermal jacket, and stretched his arms and legs.

A man in black who was in charge of the inspection carefully compared the display screen, reached out and gestured towards the strong man: "Brother Biao, this kid is very clean and has nothing hidden. The test data is the same as that on his form, a grade C primary."

The strong man nodded, and casually threw a fighting shirt to Ling Zihan: "Put this on when you go out."

It is said to be a fighting shirt, but it is actually a "Y" belt made of artificial leather.The bifurcated parts on both sides are carried on the shoulders, and the thick part in the middle is placed between the legs to ensure that the wearer's body is exposed to the air to the maximum extent.

Ling Zihan didn't say anything, and silently took the belt, which couldn't be called "clothes" at all, and put it on swiftly.

This kind of silence is the most direct expression of honesty and obedience in the eyes of the strong man.He patted Ling Zihan on the shoulder with satisfaction, and said with a loud smile: "This is the standard fighting uniform in our boxing gym. Regardless of the simple workmanship, women like this style. You look good, even if you lose. There will definitely be a few thick and fat women who are willing to spend money on you, and then you can live comfortably even if you lie down all day."

These words immediately caused bursts of gloating laughter.

The brawny man glanced at the electronic timer on his wrist and ordered: "It's almost time, you will enter the ring as soon as you get ready. Remember, your name in the boxing gym is Wilderness Hyena, and your opponent tonight is Hell Demon. As long as you beat him, you can get fifty silver horns."

Ling Zihan nodded with a "huh" and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Luo Biao." The strong man grinned, "Just call me Brother Biao from now on."

……

Arena No. [-] is a medium-sized boxing arena.It can accommodate six hundred spectators.The architectural style and seat settings continue the overall style of the old era, the difference is that the boxing ring in the middle of the arena is circular, surrounded by fine and solid steel mesh.

This approach is to prevent the boxer from running away because of fear during a life-and-death fight.

As soon as Ling Zihan put on the leather fighting suit, he immediately aroused the interest of the audience.

They sat around the barbed wire fence, sizing up this newcomer they had never met like wild animals scrutinizing their prey.

"I haven't seen this guy before, probably new here!"

"It looks good, white and tender, and looks delicious."

"I don't like his damn handsome face. I'll buy an extra silver dollar for disfigurement bets... no, two silver dollars, and I want to see this guy's pretty face splattered with blood like a smashed ripe tomato."

The passage opposite the boxing arena opened almost simultaneously, and a middle-aged man with similar height and build to Ling Zihan walked out.He has dark skin and is also wearing a suspender-type leather combat suit, but his body curves are far less even and smooth than Ling Zihan's. His skin is also very rough, and his facial features have no characteristics.

Simply put, it doesn't look good.

All kinds of comments from the audience flooded in like a tide.

"This guy is really ugly."

"I think he should have a plastic surgery, gouging out one eye, so that he can maximize his best overall temperament."

"What's that? A sleek, beautiful hound against a hell crawler?"

"That's enough. I'm starting to look forward to tonight's C-level match. The actual strength of the two sides doesn't matter. It's worth betting just by looking at the looks of the players."

Women make up about a quarter of the auditorium.

Ling Zihan finally understood why Luo Biao said in the lounge, "There must be a few thick and fat women who are willing to spend money on you."

"Hey baby, come down and let me touch you."

"Take off immediately after beating, and let me taste your tender skin."

"Here's two silver dollars, take that damn belt off you, and let me see your pecs and balls."

"Three silver dollars for an evening. Come on baby! Mama loves you."

These women are really crazy.They were gorgeously dressed, and they could be seen as expensive high-end goods at a glance, but they just made all kinds of obscene gestures at Ling Zihan.Even those who didn't speak or shout stared at him maliciously, looked at every muscle on his body, and at the same time thought about which posture should be used to draw closer and strengthen the intimate contact between each other.

The start signal still continued the practice of the old era: a guy wearing the same style of leather combat uniform, with a burly physique, more chest hair than hair, and legs far more luxuriant than chest hair, stood next to a giant gong with a diameter of more than one meter in his hand.

The eyes of the middle-aged man on the opposite side were full of ferocity and murderous intent. He strode across the red dividing line in the center of the arena, and rushed towards Ling Zihan with a crazy aura as if he was going to eat people.

The people who come to this kind of place are all for money, and no one would think that fighting to the death is to send love and do charity.

Of course Hellstriker wasn't his real name.Just like the name "Wild Hyena", it's just a name temporarily arranged by the casino for boxers.

The middle-aged man was thoroughly irritated by the one-sided attitude of the audience.

Unlike a life-and-death match, an equal match between fighters of the same level means that both sides can survive.This means that the winning party can not only get fifty silver horns as a reward after the game, but also get a tip from the audience on the field.

The woman who clamored to give two silver dollars was really rich. As long as Ling Zihan fulfilled her request and took off the dispensable belt, he could get one silver dollar in return.

The same was true of offering him three silver dollars for an evening with that woman.The premise is that Ling Zihan can bear the other party's pimple-filled face and fat waist as thick as a bucket.In this way he would get one silver dollar and fifty silver dimes.

The reward is divided into half and half with the boxing gym, which is exactly the same as the rules at a certain point in the old days.

From entering the arena to the present, the middle-aged man has not received any applause from the audience, and no one has made any demands on him. This made his inner expectations for the game drop to freezing point in an instant.

I'm going to kill you bloody bastard!

I'm going to smash that handsome face of yours into a complete joke.

I...I want to smash you into pieces!
This is not a dire deterrent to kill.

Boxing gym is a place where reason and rules are spoken.

Since the signing of the equal playing agreement means that no one can be put to death during the game.

Smash... the word literally means it.You can do anything to the player's body as long as the opponent's main control center, the brain, is safe.

Rip off his arms, remove his thighs, tear open his belly and pull out all kinds of internal organs... As long as there is an extremely cruel bloody dance and the audience gets great psychological satisfaction, they will automatically filter out the fact that "you are ugly" and throw gold coins and silver coins into the boxing ring without hesitation.

This is a crazy performance that is extremely exciting to watch the game, and it has nothing to do with winning or losing.

The middle-aged man stared at Ling Zihan with red eyes, feeling an unspeakable pleasure in his heart.

This is obviously a waste who wants to come to the arena to make easy money.I have seen a lot of young people with creamy looks like him who look no different from the stars of the old era.They can do nothing but please women.Just one punch down and it knocks the shit out on the spot.

The middle-aged man is sober, and this contempt comes from a strong foundation of strength.

According to the rules of the boxing gym, as long as you win ten games in a row, you can be promoted from a bronze boxer to a black iron boxer.

Further up, followed by silver, gold.

(End of this chapter)