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After moving his arm, the man felt that it felt good. "

He took out a cloth belt, handed it to Zhao Wuji, and said apologetically, "Sorry, if you want to go in, you have to cover your eyes."

This was out of the need for confidentiality, and Zhao Wuji could understand it, so he didn't have any dissatisfaction, and took the initiative to tie the black cloth belt.

There was darkness in front of him, the man grabbed Zhao Wuji's arm and guided him to walk forward.

Zhao Wou-ki seemed to be stepping on a piece of muddy and soft ground. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he found that the ground under his feet had become extremely tight. It seemed that he had already entered the room.

The environment around him was silent at first, and what lingered at the tip of his nose was a smell of corroded wood.

Gradually the air, the surrounding air became gradually fresher.

And Zhao Wou-ki's ear also started to have movement, it was all kinds of voices.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, it turned out that it was a man who reached out and pulled the black cloth off Zao Wou-ki's head.

Zao Wou-ki was already in another space at this time.

This is an extremely vast hall, the ghost knows how he came to this hall.

There are now no less than fifty people standing in the hall.

These fifty people are all fierce, with cold eyes, and people of various skin colors. At this time, everyone is gathered together to enter the Siberia training camp.

Although there were voices at the scene, it didn't seem noisy. It was even said that there was an invisible order among the crowd.

At the front of the hall, in front of a long table, a ferocious man with wrists as thick as an adult's calf was sitting at the table. He was playing with a saber in his hand, looking at all the recruits from all over the world in front of him. Sneered silently.

Zao Wou-ki was mixed among these people.Quietly observe the surrounding situation.

The fighters were not talking to each other at this point, just staring at the unusually strong man in front of the table, who was in charge of their registration.

After a long time, the man spoke up.

His voice was like ice, giving people a bone-chilling coldness.

Many boxers shivered. After all, they were facing people from the Siberian training camp!

Siberia training camp, the holy place for all boxers in the world.

"Welcome, boxers." The man grinned, but no one could sense his kindness.

"My name is Max, the person in charge of recruiting students this time."

None of the boxers made a sound, and most of the boxers were a little afraid of their eyes, but the crowd still shot out their fiery gazes.

Max smiled meaningfully, as if feeling these gazes.

"I understand your fanaticism, but before starting the process of recruiting students this time, please invite those boxers who do not have a recommendation letter to come out, and someone will send you out. Remember, it must be recommended by the training camp and other coaches. Letters are useful, understand? Alright, let's start."

There was a commotion in the crowd, and after a while, among the fifty boxers, more than a dozen boxers walked out of the crowd unwillingly.

"Why, it's not fair to put us out just because there are no references!"

A brown-haired boxer resisted unwillingly. His words resonated with the other boxers who also had no recommendation letters. They vented their dissatisfaction together, completely forgetting what kind of place this is.

"Hehe." Max smiled coldly, "I can't even get a letter of recommendation, and I want to go to the training camp. What a dream!" Max's voice sharpened, and the faces of the boxers who appeared below changed. white.

"However, based on the principle of tolerance, the training camp has long promised to give you a chance." Max's tone changed, and the boxers looked at Max with doubts on their faces, waiting for him to clarify their doubts.

look around at them for a moment...

Max waved his hand, and immediately behind him came out several boxers, strong or thin, with cold eyes and determination, and the difference between them and the boxers present was obvious.

With a sinister smile on his face, Max pointed at those fighters and said, "You can participate in the Siberia training camp, that's fine! The fighters standing in front of you are all losers in the Siberia training camp, and you only need to beat any of them." people, they were allowed to participate in the Siberian training camp."

Smiles immediately appeared on the faces of the boxers, and they were all eager to try.

"However, your next actions must be your voluntary actions, life and death are at your own risk, are you willing?"

"Yes, yes." The brown-haired boxer jumped out of the crowd with a look of excitement.

Max waved his hand casually, "Since it's your own principle, then you can randomly choose a boxer from among them as your opponent, and if you beat him, you can become a boxer in the Siberia training camp."

There was no lack of temptation in Max's voice, and he kept referring to that boxer, those boxers who didn't have a letter of recommendation.

"No problem!" The brown-haired boxer came to the group of boxers, from the first to the last, from the strongest to the thinnest, his face fluctuated, hesitantly, finally gritted his teeth, and chose the one The shortest boxer ever.

To be honest, his choice can be said to be not wrong. According to common sense, the explosive power, punching speed, and strength of a strong boxer are naturally superior, so choosing the thin boxer can be said to be a wise choice.

Max smiled even more, as if he was about to see a good show.

The boxer was no taller than the shoulders of the brown-haired boxer, who was a full head taller.

The thin boxer walked out of the ranks, stood in front of the brown-haired boxer expressionlessly, and looked at him coldly.

"Hehe." The brown-haired boxer smiled arrogantly, gesticulating and provoking with his hands.

"Come on, let's have a fight, let you see how good I am." He continued to stimulate the thin boxer.

The skinny boxer took a step forward, but didn't make any movements, just staring at him.

The brown-haired boxer was a little terrified by him, his face grimaced, and he took a big step forward.

"Fall down!" The brown-haired boxer made an uppercut, with fisting wind, and hit the thin boxer's chin fiercely.

"bang"

Blood trickled from the corner of the boxer's mouth.

Finally, the thin boxer launched an attack, but when he attacked, the empty door was wide open, and there were flaws all over his body, as if anyone could defeat him.

But, is this really the case?

The brown-haired boxer punched him again, but the thin boxer's figure changed, and he clasped the brown-haired boxer tightly with a strange movement, making it difficult for him to break free.

The brown-haired boxer was startled, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell heavily to the ground, carrying the skinny boxer who locked him tightly.

He fell on the ground, his face twisted, struggling desperately, but he couldn't move.

He suddenly became nervous, the only thing he could move was his fist, so he desperately rained his fist on the skinny boxer's head.

Once, twice.

I don't know how many times it was hammered...

The skinny boxer didn't move at all, but locked the brown-haired boxer more and more tightly.

The brown-haired boxer's face turned purple. Although his hands were stained with the blood of the skinny boxer, he was on the verge of death.

The skinny boxer still didn't move, and blood flowed all over his head.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Finally, the brown-haired boxer stopped moving, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He eventually suffocated and died in a disgraceful manner.

dead, just like that.

Unbelievable, the rest of the fighters stared wide-eyed, as if they wanted to remember the scene in front of them, so as to distinguish the real from the fake.

At this time, the skinny boxer stood up as if nothing had happened, and he returned to the place where he was standing.

And behind him, that corpse, died with regret!

He has not seen the true face of the Siberian training camp, and he has not won a place in the world boxing.

He died just like that, and in just a short while, he died just like that.

how so?It's hard for everyone to believe it.

Max smiled triumphantly: "Do you understand now? In our Siberia training camp, even the most humble fighters are not simple. Each of them has their own good side, and most importantly, they Not afraid of death!"

Max stood with his hands behind his back, his voice raised sharply.

He pointed to the boxer who was still bleeding from his head and said: "Due to his size, he can't compare with those heavy boxers, and he can't kill with one blow in battle, but he is not afraid Death, we taught him a lock technique, as long as you are locked by him, even if you attack his empty door, as long as he is not dead, then you will die."

"Don't be afraid of death." Zhao Wou-ki chanted this sentence and nodded slightly. It seems that this Siberian training camp has its own unique features.

"How about it, do you want to continue? If you don't want to, you can still go." Max asked, pointing to the remaining fighters, and then Max pointed to those fighters who had letters of recommendation: "You too, want to You can go now."

Someone moved, and they looked at a person who was still alive just now, but turned into a dead body in an instant, feeling a little sad in their hearts, and at the same time realized the preciousness and fragility of life.

They have made a choice, at least this choice they think is right, at this moment!

The fighters who came out were all those who did not have a letter of recommendation, but none of the fighters who had a letter of recommendation moved, because they had already deeply understood the cruelty of the Siberia training camp, so they were already prepared for all this.

Although it was difficult to accept, they could bear it in front of them. After all, the letter of recommendation in their hands was hard-won.

"Very good, you can go." Max pointed at the boxers who asked to leave, and assigned several peripheral members to take them away.

"So, you are all ready to fight with them, you have to remember it for me, it doesn't matter whether you live or die!"

Those boxers who remained nodded solemnly, and walked towards those boxers who were standing there, waiting to be selected as their opponents.

Max nodded his head slightly, and continued to observe the competition below.

After a brutal fight.

More than a dozen boxers were killed and injured, and everything on the scene stimulated the attention of everyone present.

However, there are exceptions.

The two fighters were standing, and Max looked at them with an imperceptible smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, and he kept nodding.

A boxer has absolute strength and can kill with one blow. This boxer is naturally affirmed by Max, but Max appreciates the other boxer more.

His opponent is not afraid of death, but he is even less afraid of death.

He and his opponent died earlier than anyone else, and he persisted until the end, so he won.

In Max's mind, strength can be obtained through acquired training, but this kind of unafraid spirit that can be tapped for development is more important. "What's your name?" Max asked the fearless boxer.

"Aaron, Alan Kens."

"Okay, you're fine." Max said to A Mai with certainty.

It's just that no one noticed the lingering haze in the eyes of the one-hit-kill boxer.

ps: There were ten walls in front of him, and Zao Wou-ki shattered them with one punch and another. He didn't find a box until he shattered the last wall. Then, when he opened the box, red light radiated everywhere, and auspiciousness descended from the sky.Zhao Wou-ki took a closer look——red ticket! ! !good!The author hides aside and begs for votes