Here, the Lord said this is a good thing

Chapter 113 Boxer, boxing match, death?

Ye He, who flew up from below on a silver disc, dispersed the re-condensed black smoke not far away with a shot, and then stepped onto the rooftop.

Under Ye He's control, Camelot turned into silver starlight and fell on Christine.

Soon Camelot found out for Ye He that Christine was not hurt at all, but just passed out together with the descendant of Kappa Dropa in her body.

The clothes on her body were also intact. It seemed that Christine was captured by "Anna" before she even had time to resist. She didn't even take out her flesh and blood awp.

Ye He waved his hand casually, and the silver disc unfolded under Christine, carrying the girl to the First Hotel.

When Yulia saw the unconscious Christine, she should have known what happened. At the worst, Yulia would ask Katarina for help. It was not a big problem.

Then, the only problem here is "Anna" that has re-condensed and formed further away.

The magic bullet didn't seem to cause much damage to "Anna", and she didn't even run away immediately. At this time, "Anna" was looking at Ye He with an expression of gritted teeth.

The night in Shigwig has fallen, and the moonlight falls from the sky, illuminating Ye He, who has a calm face. The effect of the god-given body on his body makes every inch of his skin and hair tips glow with a hint of sanctity. The light looks extremely dazzling.

Even "Anna" showed an expression of amazement towards such a holy Ye He, but Ye He's raised gun without hesitation immediately caused her newly aroused appreciation to fall to the bottom.

"What an unlovable man!"

"Anna" pouted and muttered.

Seeing that "Anna"'s body showed signs of turning into black smoke, Ye He did not pull the trigger immediately. He showed a playful smile to "Anna" and said:
"You're quite cute. Why, do you want to keep playing?"

"Ha ha."

"Anna" grinned. This was a cruel smile that the genuine Anna would definitely not show. Anna's eyes would not be filled with violence like hers, as if she was ready to kill someone at any time.

But this "Anna" unexpectedly "matched" Ye He very well. Ye He also grinned, revealing an expression that was much crueler and more violent than the other person. A stream of bloodshot eyes was visible to the naked eye. , the original holy temperament is gone, leaving only pure madness.

This kind of killing intent inspired by the bloody storm, the madness soaked in the sea of ​​​​blood, is not comparable to the superficial violence of "Anna".

The expression on "Anna's" face had stiffened. She really couldn't imagine how she could face a being that was more "fierce" and "crazier" than her.

"monster!"

She cursed in a low voice at Ye He who exposed his true nature, but when the word came out of her mouth, it sounded like she was showing weakness.

"Thank you."

Ye He accepted "Anna's" praise unceremoniously, spread his hands to Anna, made a gesture as if he was ready to accept "Anna" and rushed into his arms, and said:
"Come on, keep playing, I still have a lot of time to spend with you!"

"roll!"

She yelled for Ye He to get lost, but this "Anna" immediately turned into black smoke and disappeared on the spot.

She escaped.

"it's a pity……"

Ye He closed his eyes helplessly and shook his head.

When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to his harmless and holy appearance, his nature had restrained, his madness had faded, and he looked as handsome as ever.

It didn't take Ye He much time to "dissuade" the afterimage of the witch. In fact, he had never seen any lunatic. For this kind of guy who was fond of inflicting pain on others to please himself, Ye He was more able to deal with it.

Who told her she still had sense?

However, as long as this "Anna" still thinks about targeting Delisi and Anna, sooner or later she will appear in front of Ye He, and sooner or later she will still become Ye He's "fun".

One "fun" is gone, but Ye He still has more "fun".

He came to the edge of the rooftop and looked towards the Lower City Boxing Association's territory.

Counting the time, the boxing match held by Jarvis should be about to start, right?
I haven't played the Afterimage of the Witch yet, so Ye He can still go and meet the "God of Death" for a while.

He won't be lonely!

……

A fat figure appeared at the entrance of a small alley and simply walked in.

His body was so fat that he almost filled the entire alley. He was none other than the manager of the boxer who took drugs during the day, Sartre.

Jarvis did not revoke Sutter's agent's license. After all, everyone could see that it was indeed a misunderstanding. As long as Ye He did not pursue the matter, his career would not end abruptly.

But the idiot who caused him heavy losses is dead, and he needs to quickly rediscover a potential boxer, otherwise it will be difficult for him to maintain his life.

Arriving at the door of a small room at the end of the alley, Sartre, whose face was still very ugly, stretched out his hand hard and knocked on the upper edge of the door.

"Snapped!"

A piece of brick next to the door was taken out from the inside, a pair of eyes appeared in the darkness, glanced at Sartre, and then put the brick back again.

Then the small door was opened from the inside, and the owner of those eyes just now, a fat woman who was as fat as Sartre, blocked the door with her body and stared at Sartre's face indifferently.

"Why are you still here? Do you want to kill me?"

The woman seems to know Sartre. If you look closely at their faces, you can see that apart from their body shapes, they have exactly the same face. The woman and Sartre are actually twins!

"It was an accident! My dear Sam! An accident!"

Sartre screamed in grievance, and he took a step forward. The bellies of the two fat men were almost touching each other. Sartre seemed to want to show some family closeness to his sister Sam, but their body shapes did not allow them to do so. .

"leave me alone!"

Sam pushed Sartre roughly. She glared at her brother dissatisfied and continued to yell:
"Even if those big shots don't want your life, you are still harming me by coming here! What on earth do you want to do?"

"Let me go in, go in and say, oh, here's the two thousand pounds I owed you!"

"Tsk..."

As soon as Sartre took out the gold pound, Sam's eyes fell on the gold pound and couldn't move away. She reached out and snatched the roll of gold pounds from Sartre's hand. She pinched it casually and confirmed the gold pound. The amount is correct.

Her mood seemed to improve. Although she still glanced at Sartre viciously, she still stepped back and made way for Sartre to enter.

Walking into the door, the space suddenly opened up. Even with the presence of these fat twin brothers and sisters, this gym-like indoor space still seemed spacious enough.

A simple wooden ladder connects the first and second floors. Except for a narrow corridor, the second floor has closed room doors. There are many people moving around on the first floor.

There were about a dozen children gathered on a wrestling field, practicing wrestling in pairs, while three or four older teenagers were running around the entire indoor space.

In the center of the open space on the first floor, there is a simple arena.

Two boxers wearing full armor were sparring in an orderly manner on this ring. The sound of "pap-pap-pap" hitting the protective gear was endless. Judging from their postures, they were fighting decently.

These boxers and teenagers are training hard here, sweating like rain, filling the huge indoor space with a sultry smell of sweat.

Sam's place is actually a training base for boxers, a training ground!

"Want someone new?"

Seeing Sartre's eyes locked on the ring as soon as he came in, combined with the disaster this unlucky brother suffered today, Sam could easily guess his purpose.

"Yes, yes, as per the old rules, you will not be short of dividends. Do you have any good ideas?"

Sartre nodded quickly to his sister with a smile on his face. He knew his sister very well. Although she was a little more concerned about money than people, as long as he didn't owe her money, she would still be kind to him.

"Hmph! What else could you come to me for? Your drug-addicted fool has not been able to see you for a year and a half since he started making money! Wait!"

Business still had to be done. After expressing his dissatisfaction, Sam walked towards the wall aside, where several ropes connected to the upper floor were hung.

She stood in front of the rope and picked, and Sartre's voice sounded from behind her: "The more potential, the better! I want to start from scratch, not on the 456 stage!"

"Nonsense, the "God of Death" is not dead yet!"

Sam snapped back at Sutter again, and then she tugged on the rightmost rope.

A dull ringing sound came from upstairs, and soon there was the sound of the door opening.

"Sam's mother?"

A pretty girl stuck her head out from upstairs and looked at Sam suspiciously.

She also saw Sartre, who looked exactly like Sam, and she only found it very interesting to see this man who opened his mouth inexplicably at her.

"Shut your mouth! I know what you idiot want to say!"

Sam cursed fiercely at Sartre and waved, and the girl upstairs quickly ran down the wooden stairs and came to Sam's side.

She was wearing a tight-fitting garment that looked a bit like a sports bra, exposing a lot of her fair skin.

But on her not-so-tall figure, the lines of her muscles are extremely obvious. She also has six-pack abs, and her whole person looks full of a sense of condensed strength.

Of course, this doesn't keep Sartre's mouth shut, because she is a girl, a young girl!

Even a manager like Sartre, who is used to seeing boxers fighting and boxers being beaten to death and maimed in the ring, can't imagine such a little girl going into the ring with those arms and her waist. Thick man boxing.

He felt that Sam was going too far. Even if it was just to tease him, he felt that Sam was going too far by training such a girl to box.

"Tsk... Idiot! Ash is the best boxer here. Your idiot may not be her opponent without taking drugs.

Also, I am a woman!These are the children I trained, it’s not your turn to look at me like this! "

Sam's angry scolding brought Sartre back to his senses. He was stunned for a moment and looked at the girl named Ash again in surprise.

"Mom Sam, is he your brother? Are you finally willing to let me "out"?"

Ash remembered what some of his companions had said. Sam had a brother who was a boxer's manager. She and the others were orphans adopted by Sam. Apart from being a training base for boxers, this place was actually not a big place. Small orphanage.

It can be seen from the name Ash calls Sam and her close attitude towards Sam. Although Sam behaves more viciously than Sartre, in the eyes of the children, the phrase "Sam's mother" is still Quite sincerely.

"Yes, yes! Are you happy? You are an immature little leopard!"

Sam rubbed Ash's head roughly. She waved towards the wrestling ring in the corner, and a boy sent her two coats in a sensible way.

The particularly large coat was put on Sam's body, and the other was thrown to Ash by Sam.

Ash happily put on his coat. This was a coat that represented that Sam's boxers were allowed to "go out" and officially went out to boxing matches!

"Let's go! I know you don't believe it. Let's go see Ash's first battle together! You will understand what treasure you picked up today!"

Sam pushed Sartre, who still had something to say, out the door. She wanted to accompany Ash to witness Ash's first battle, and also to prove to Sartre that she was not messing around.

Ash still followed the two chubby brothers and sisters happily. She looked at the street of Shigwig with some excitement. This was not the first time she left the training ground. Sam did not prohibit them from leaving, but only to himself. The "first battle" was full of interest.

Sartre, who was walking in front, couldn't help but look back at Ash frequently. Every time he wanted to say something, Sam slapped him back.

Sam would not allow this stupid brother to hit her little leopard. Even if Ash would not be hit by Sartre's few words, the first fight was very important. It was related to a boxer's true fighting spirit and confidence. .

From Sam's attitude towards Ash, Sartre also sensed Sam's confidence in Ash. Even though he was very dissatisfied, he decided to suppress some unpleasant words first and see if Ash had the ability to box. .

The three of them came out of Sam's training ground, walked through two streets that were not too long, turned into an alley that seemed to be frequently passed by, and came to the back door of a building that looked like a theater. .

Some uncontrollable shouts and cheers, as well as hoarse curses, came from the building.

This is an underground boxing venue of the Boxing Association.

Although Laurent's official body did not explicitly prohibit it, everyone knew that the official did not like to allow this kind of boxing match to take place on the stage and affect various official fighting competitions.

But this kind of underground boxing match, and even the boxing betting model derived from it, as well as related personnel like the Satsam brothers and sisters, are a series of terrible profit-making industries.

Not to mention boxing gamblers, even many nobles are interested in this kind of physical boxing. With their participation, this kind of underground boxing match has the confidence to continue to be held.

Sartre knocked on the back door, which was quickly opened by a burly man sitting near the door. The sound and heat waves inside the building, mixed with the unimaginable hormonal breath, immediately poured out from inside, blowing the air. Even the little face turned slightly rosy.

She saw the scene inside the building through the gap between the brother and sister's fat bodies.

The huge space was filled with extremely excited boxing fans. In the middle of the crowd, a brand new ring was set up there. Two bare-chested boxers were fighting. Blood and teeth were flying, and the sand on the outside of the ring was scattered. On the stone ground, the cheers of the boxing fans grew louder.

Sartre, who had long been accustomed to the atmosphere here, buried his head and was about to go in, but the burly man guarding the door did not give up his seat as usual and still blocked the door.

Sartre was shocked, thinking that what happened to his boxer still burned him, and Jarvis was ready to "out" himself.

But the sturdy man just pointed to a sign on the side, and then handed over a thick notebook and a pen.

The sign reads: Register your name at the entrance.

Register name?

Sartre was a little confused. When did underground black boxing matches have such rules?
What’s the point of registering a name?Also, this gatekeeper knew Sartre, wouldn't it be nice if he gave himself a name?
There was so much noise inside that the gatekeeper didn't say anything meaningless, he just shrugged at Sartre.

"Snapped."

Sam patted Sartre on the shoulder. Just register your name. This new rule is not troublesome.

She took the book from the gatekeeper, turned it to the blank space, and wrote the names of Sutter, Sam, and Ash.

Ash on the side looked at the notebook filled with names in Sam's hand in surprise. After watching Sam write his own name, he handed the notebook to the gatekeeper, and the gatekeeper gave up his position.

After following the two brothers and sisters into the building, Ash felt that he had lost his hearing as the noise more than doubled. Ash was a little confused as to why so many people came to watch the boxing match.

However, the warm atmosphere and the sultry hormonal smell quickly made the girl's eyes light up.

A feeling of wanting to hit something emerged in her heart, making her look at the Sartre brothers impatiently.

After arriving near the ring through a small passage reserved for "insiders," Sartre conveyed his wishes to several referees sitting behind a long table through sign language and gestures, and then registered his and Ash's names. It's on the referee's book.

Sam suddenly turned around and hugged Ash into his arms, shouting in her ear: "It's good! My little leopard! When you get to that place, beat down everyone who dares to stand! Beat them!" It doesn’t matter if you die! Beat! Beat! Do you understand?”

"Um!!"

Ash nodded vigorously, making Sam smile with satisfaction, and rubbed her head vigorously.

The chubby "coach" untied a rope from his wrist and tied up Ash's hair with his own hands. Then he patted Ash on the shoulder and motioned for her to go to Sartre, who was waiting for her to pass.

The boxing match in the ring came to an end. A man with blood on his face and several missing teeth won. His opponent had fallen to the ground. Except for the opponent's manager, all the boxing fans and spectators were watching for his victory. Victory cheered, making him feel no pain in his body as he raised his fists high.

After the two boxers left the ring, the cheers of the audience became much quieter. Several well-trained cleaners rushed to the ring with rags and quickly wiped away the blood and wiped away the teeth and everything else.

The cleaning work of the arena was over in half a minute, and after another ten seconds, a man holding a wooden sign high stepped onto the arena.

Ash, who was standing next to Sartre, looked at the man with some confusion. The sign he was holding read an incomprehensible noun: egg.

"You'll know just by looking at it. Get ready to play." Sartre saw Ash's curiosity. Every time he brought new people over and showed them this strange sign, they would always show the same puzzled expression.

Like a chick that has just emerged from its shell, it is still full of curiosity about this cruel world.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the rules are the same!" the host on the ring shouted hard. The audience was rare and quiet, and his voice was loud enough, so it could be heard throughout the audience.

"Next! It's our "egg session"! What emerges from the egg is a chick? Or an eagle? Let's..."

"We'll see!!! Oh oh oh!!!"

The audience cooperated and accepted the burden thrown by the host, and the overwhelming applause started again.

After the host bowed to the audience, he circled the arena three times holding up the "egg" wooden sign, and then walked off the other end of the ring.

"It's your turn! Go ahead! Knock down everyone who's standing!"

At this point, Sartre can only place his hope on Sam not joking with him, which is probably not the case. Otherwise, an agent like him who pushes a weak little girl to fight will be torn to pieces by angry boxing fans.

What everyone wants to watch is a well-matched boxing match, not a strong man bullying a little girl. Even if there are no rules in the ring, at the very least, the audience will not allow the fight to be less than exciting.

Ash glanced back at where Sam was. Her mother, Sam, sat down for three people, which made the boxing fans around her miserable. However, after seeing Sam's huge body, she was shocked again. Dare not say anything more.

Seeing Ash's eyes looking over, Sam waved his fist at Ash fiercely. Her voice could no longer be heard, but Ash knew that Sam was telling her not to be embarrassed.

Several men with very unfamiliar faces to the audience had already stepped onto the ring, and Ash was the last one to run up.

When Ash took off her hooded jacket and let everyone notice that she, the "egg", was still a little girl, even the men in the ring were a little dumbfounded.

A tsunami of jeers and angry questions erupted in the audience. Some of the boxers who were also "Eggs" waved their hands to their managers below the ring, seeming to ask what was going on. .

There are no rules in underground black boxing. There is no distinction between men and women. The winner takes all. It is not that there have been female boxers with big arms and round arms, and some have achieved some fame.

It's just that Ash's figure looks too "weak", and those muscle lines can't hide her overly youthful face.

The other boxers in the preliminary round were all at least 1.8 meters tall. Their muscles were bulging, and they looked full of power. They formed a particularly sharp contrast with Ashe.

But the referee has rang the bell mercilessly, which means that they really have to have their preliminary boxing match with a little girl.

The audience booed and booed, making Sartre blush and want to bury his head in the sand and gravel under his feet.

On the ring, several men stood still. They looked at Ash at a loss, wondering whether they should continue this uncomfortable boxing match.

Bullying a little girl...even if you win...you are still bullying a little girl, which is very embarrassing for a boxer.

"Humph!"

A boxer with a sinister face was pounding his fists and walking towards Ash step by step, with evil intentions on his face.

Another boxer, who looked tall and strong, also approached Ash from the other direction with an expressionless face.

The bell has rung, and the enemy is in the ring. The two of them will not "care" for Ash like other boxers.

But what they were thinking in their minds was actually very different.

The man who looked very fierce and cruel was actually a professional black boxer who came to Shigweg from another city.

The first time he saw Ash, he regretted coming to Shigwig. The black boxing match here was too extreme. How could he send a little girl who was similar to his daughter to compete?

What he thought was that instead of letting others beat Ash, it would be better for him to use his force in a more professional manner to ensure that Ash would not be injured by himself.

After giving this little girl some painless pain, just send her off the ring.

This man has even figured out which area under the ring is "cleaner" and has fewer teeth, so that it will be less painful when Ash falls.

But the other taller man is not so gentle. What he likes most is bullying the weak. It is a rare opportunity to attack a weak girl "fairly and openly", and he will not let it go!

Seeing that someone had "the same thing" as he thought, the tall man quickened his pace and rushed in front of Ash in advance. He raised his fist and hit Ash in the face without hesitation.

"Surrender" is allowed in the ring, as long as you can shout it.

So his fists looked even more vicious, just to make Ash unable to speak first!

"asshole!"

The boxer who had a daughter was a step late and cursed in a low voice. He suddenly wanted to sneak attack this bastard.

"what!"

Sartre screamed in the audience because he noticed that Ash was completely relaxed and didn't even take a preparatory stance for boxing, as if he was scared to death.

"idiot."

A smug smile appeared on Sam's face because she was the only one who noticed that the muscles in Ash's right leg had tensed up.

She was scolding the idiot who attacked Ash!
Just when his fist was about to hit Ash's mouth, Ash's right leg suddenly lifted up, and a dazzling white light appeared on his tender white thigh!

The nearest boxer with a daughter could see it most clearly. Ash was wearing cloth shoes. He first dug into the chin of the man who attacked her, causing blood and broken teeth to spurt out of the man's mouth. Then she took the The man kicked so hard that he flew up!

fly!

The voices of the boxing fans suddenly disappeared. Everyone opened their mouths and looked at the man flying high into the sky in shock.

It wasn't until he was approaching the steam lamp on the roof more than ten meters high that the momentum of the man's flight weakened, and then he suddenly fell from the sky, falling on the ring like a dead frog.

The spurting brains and blood formed a neat semicircle under the man's body, which seemed so straightforward.

"Kalala, clack!"

Ash, who twisted his neck and made a sound of bones colliding, took a boxing stance towards all the opponents in the ring.

The girl waved her fist enthusiastically, creating a fist shadow with afterimages in front of her, and waved her fingers at all her opponents.

"Gudong."

The boxer with a daughter who was closest to Ash swallowed, turned around and jumped off the ring without hesitation.

After stepping on the relatively clean gravel land and returning to his agent, he folded his arms with peace of mind and waited for the referee's decision.

Just kidding, he has a daughter, it’s just a preliminary match that didn’t go right, what’s the point of risking his life?
Following his demonstration, the other boxers looked at me and I looked at you, then turned around and got off the ring, all moving in unison and in one go.

Although everyone is an "egg", your "egg"... the problem is very serious, and you can no longer compare with the "young eagle".

The audience still remained silent. Many people's eyes were a little blank, and there were also a handful of audience members whose eyes burst out with astonishing light.

They are regular attendees of underground boxing matches. Based on past experience, they feel that they are witnessing the birth of a boxing queen!

"Ah? Why did everyone run away?"

Ash looked towards Sartre under the ring with some dissatisfaction. She saw Sartre's mouth widening and he stared at her in shock, as if he had seen some monster.

Behind Sartre, the referees had rushed out from behind the long table. Some people were surrounding Sartre asking questions, while others approached the ring and looked at themselves seriously.

The referees who were close to the ring also looked at him strangely, as if they were confirming something. After looking at Ash for a long time, they suddenly looked at each other in surprise, then turned back to the other referees and shook their heads.

Then these referees got together and discussed in a low voice. Ash heard some words such as "It's not... a magician" and "There is no demon...".

"Idiots! Remember! This is my Sam's daughter! Ash! She's human! But she's also my Sam's little leopard!"

Only Sam shouted loudly to the referees in the audience, where she smiled wantonly, glared viciously at Sartre with bright eyes, and then looked gently towards Ash.

This little leopard is the most dazzling one among her adopted children. She is very edible, but also very strong. She may have some non-human blood, but it doesn't matter. From today on, she is...

Suddenly, Sartre's expression froze on his face.

Her eyes widened, looking towards Ash and behind Ash in horror.

The buzzing audience also noticed something unusual on the stage, and the audience suddenly started shouting and cheering again.

"Ok?"

Sutter and the judges noticed something was wrong with the crowd and looked toward the ring.

Then, a trace of uncontrollable fear suddenly appeared in their eyes.

At some point, at a position opposite Ash on the ring, a strong man wearing an executioner's mitt, with gray skin on his bare upper body, and eyes like a dead man stood up.

"grim Reaper"!Appeared suddenly!
The person he found...could it be Ash?

"Ash! Come down! Come down!"

Sam shouted hard to Ash, with a look of fear and anxiety on her face, but her voice was drowned by the noise from the audience and could not reach the ring at all.

"Come down! Come down!!!"

Sartre, who also realized the problem, rushed to the edge of the ring and desperately waved Ash to get off the ring.

This very powerful girl is his treasure!How could he be killed by the "god of death" in the preliminary round!
"Huh? Go down, can I go down? Is it over?"

Ash finally understood what Sutter meant. She was about to walk under the ring when suddenly, there was a violent breaking sound behind her head!
She immediately squatted down and rolled away to a safer position. Her quick movements and reactions allowed her to successfully avoid Death's leg sweep.

When this lifeless, corpse-like executioner man came into view, Ash couldn't help but tremble violently in his heart.

Ash couldn't explain what it felt like. She just subconsciously felt extreme physical discomfort towards the God of Death!
Just like... a living creature... No one can stay calm when facing the god of death, with the feeling that life can be taken away and devoured at any time.

Ash's body trembled involuntarily, and she subconsciously stood up and took a boxer's stance towards the God of Death.

But she found that her arms were still shaking and her fists just couldn't squeeze out the strength.

Sartre at the edge of the ring was already pale.

It's over, Ash didn't have time to leave the ring!

Under the "gaze" of the God of Death, she will soon, like other boxers beaten to death by the God of Death, completely lose her fighting spirit, and even her will to survive will disappear!

"No...can anyone save her?"

Sartre shouted desperately and helplessly. He did not dare to climb onto the ring. He did not dare, because if he climbed up, he would be regarded as an opponent by the God of Death and be killed without discrimination.

The God of Death on the ring ignored the fat man who didn't dare to go into the ring. He had already taken steps and was approaching Ash step by step.

The closer she got to this man, the more inexplicable terror Ash felt. Her body became weaker and weaker, and soon she couldn't even assume a boxing stance.

The audience in the audience were still cheering enthusiastically, and they could not feel Ash's fear and helplessness.

When Death first appeared, many boxing fans became his supporters. These uninformed boxing fans still thought that Death was a "star" boxer launched by the boxing association!

Escape...can I still escape?How to escape?
Can't escape...

As Sartre understood, Ash inexplicably gradually gave up hope of survival and couldn't even turn around and escape.

She relaxed her muscles and stood there blankly, like a condemned prisoner waiting for the guillotine to fall.

A hand suddenly stretched out from behind Ash, grabbed Ash's neck, and threw the little girl off the ring.

This is Ye He's hand!

Ye He took Ashe's place, stood on the ring, and faced the "god of death"!
Sartre and Sam, who rushed over from the audience, helped up Ash who fell to the ground. They walked past Jarvis and others and thanked Jarvis profusely.

"Don't thank me. I don't dare to go on that stage. You should thank Mr. Ye He."

Jarvis, who accompanied Ye He, did not expect that Ye He would directly face the god of death. He explained without taking any credit, but kept his eyes on the ring for fear of missing some exciting scene. .

"Who is this?"

"Oriental?"

"Ha! He's going to be killed by Death!"

The audience who didn't know why was still reveling in the carnival. It didn't matter who wanted to face the God of Death. Anyway, they could all see a "wonderful" killing show!

"I... I'm fine!"

After getting off the ring, Ash felt her body quickly regaining strength. She pulled Sutter and Sam to stand there, and looked back at the ring with the brother and sister.

That god of death... gave her an experience she would never forget. Ash wanted to know how the oriental man who saved him would face the god of death.

Ye He kept a smile on his face. If he could hear Ash's thoughts, Ye He, who was in a good mood, might reply to her: "Just face it like this!"

He was smiling. In fact, he was not immune to this man's ability to make people lose the desire to live. Ye He also felt the feeling of being near death and infinitely close to death.

But unfortunately, Ye He is too familiar with this feeling!
He even felt that this feeling made him miss it a little!
Even if death really comes, Ye He is sure that he can face him without changing his expression!

What's more, the man in front of me... no, this corpse is just:
[Corpses contaminated by fear seeds]

That's it.

This man must have been to the maze on the mountainside that was blasted out by Ye Heyi, and brought out the seeds that symbolized the emotion of "fear" from the maze.

It's just that he didn't know why he died, and he didn't know why, but his body was contaminated by "fear" seeds.

Corpses, death, fear.

The fear of death.

Is this why he can make boxers such as Ash lose their ability to resist?
So how did he appear in the ring?
A corpse... The prompts on the personal panel are not deceiving. He is just a corpse and has no consciousness at all.

Behind him, is there a guy controlling him like a puppet?

"call!"

No matter what Ye He was thinking, the corpse had already raised its fist unceremoniously and smashed it towards Ye He's face. The fierce fist seemed to smash Ye He's head directly with one punch, so fierce.

"boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

A wisp of white smoke came out of Colt's gun. Opposite the gun, the body with its head smashed and three big holes in its body was slowly falling.

If it were a living person, Ye He might still be interested in warming up and moving his hands.

Forget about the corpse.

　A mute corpse is not a good corpse.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)