The extraordinary daily life of people with super powers

People living in the upper city can hardly imagine that in today's society, there are still products such as telephone poles, bungalows, etc.

The theory was confirmed, which further strengthened Liu Ming's idea. If he didn't intend to overthrow this society, how could someone like Master Skeleton know so much about life in the lower city?

According to what was written on the advertisement, Liu Ming made a phone call.

Soon, several big men in short-sleeved shirts and shorts arrived at the meeting place they had agreed to meet.

"Are you the one who wants to fight?" Ding Qiang was a little stunned when he saw the thin high school student in front of him.

The other party on the phone was so confident that even a veteran like him was fooled into believing that the other party was an expert.

I didn’t expect that the real person is a “bamboo pole”.

It's not that Ding Qiang judges people by their appearance, but in fighting, with the same skills, a heavier person has an advantage, and a heavier person means he is stronger than you.

Otherwise, how could there be different levels of division?

"Brother, is he here to make fun of us?" a younger brother nearby spoke up.

"How about a beating?"

Several people felt that they had been cheated. Seeing that the other party was looking at them with a strange look, Liu Ming quickly took out some papers from his pocket and handed them over as Tang Ansheng said.

Everyone gave some, and Ding Qiang, who was obviously the leader, gave more.

"Something interesting." Liu Ming said.

Ding Qiang looked at the "meaning" in his hand, and his expression eased: "Brother, if you really want to fight in the underworld, it's not easy to fight in the underworld. If you're not careful, you can easily get hurt."

"If you really need money, you can go and move bricks."

Considering it a small matter, Ding Qiang immediately turned into a caring older brother and tried to persuade Liu Ming earnestly.

Nowadays, most of those who dare to fight underground boxing are poor guys who are short of money and are trying to fight for a future with their lives.

Only a very small number of them want to challenge themselves, and all of them are masters in the fighting world.

But Liu Ming doesn't look like the latter at all.

"It's okay, just help me arrange it." Liu Ming shook his head, his eyes revealing determination.

Seeing this, Ding Qiang stopped trying to dissuade him. After all, they were not related to him, so for the sake of the money, he just said a few words.

No matter how much you say, people may still blame you.

There is so much diversity among human species these days.

"Okay then. My name is Ding Qiang, you can just call me Brother Qiang."

Ding Qiang said, "What weight class do you want to fight in? Judging from your weight, you can only fight in the featherweight class at most."

There are similarities and differences between underground black boxing and fighting competitions on the market.

The same thing is that they are both divided into weight classes. After all, weight is an advantage, and the organizers hope to see a scene of equal strength, which makes it easier to make money.

The difference is that underground boxing doesn't have so many rules.

"Of course, we allow competitions to move up a weight class, but not down a weight class."

Liu Ming shook his head and said, "I want to fight without restrictions."

"..."

After a moment of silence, several younger brothers behind Ding Qiang burst into laughter.

What does no-holds-barred fighting mean?

It can be called an underground black boxing meat grinder and an arena of death, with a mortality rate as high as 20% and a disability rate as high as 50%.

It is a synonym for blood.

You little guy dare to go?

Ding Qiang waved his hand to stop his younger brother from laughing, and said, "Unrestricted fighting is indeed the most profitable, but for most people, it is a road to death. Only those who are desperate will participate."

"I don't think you're desperate."

Liu Ming shook his head and said, "Just make the arrangements. I want to participate in the competition as quickly as possible."

He said it so firmly that Ding Qiang didn't say anything more. He could only look at him deeply and then said, "Okay, I can arrange a show for you tonight."

"As for the rules of unlimited fighting, take a look for yourself."

Ding Qiang took out his cell phone and showed Liu Ming the rules of unlimited fighting.

The reason why he was so attentive was that the other party borrowed his name to participate in the competition, and if he won he could get a part of the prize money, which was equivalent to a commission.

This is the bulk of the income for people like Ding Qiang.

He has been in this business for many years and has several boxing teams under him, all of which are composed of extraordinary masters.

Unfortunately, there is always someone stronger than you.

Ding Qiang's team hasn't achieved enough results for a long time.

Originally, Liu Ming would not show up in person to deal with newcomers like him, and would instead contact them through his subordinates.

But the other party sounded so confident on the phone, with the intention of recruiting experts, that Ding Qiang personally took action.

I didn't expect to meet a guy who was looking for death.

Yes, "seeking death".

Unrestricted fighting, even a ruthless person like Ding Qiang doesn't dare to participate.

The 20 percent mortality rate he mentioned is an average. For newcomers, the mortality rate is probably as high as 50 percent, a terrifying number.

But these are just numbers on the surface. Ding Qiang understands that numbers may look real, but they don't feel real when spoken out.

Most people would not believe that they are the 20%. More people would think that they are the chosen ones and the remaining 80%.

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In his line of work, the most taboo is to talk about deep things with people you just met. He understood this principle very early on.

Ding Qiang didn't say anything, and the younger brothers beside him didn't say anything either. They just stared at Liu Ming silently.

Liu Ming looked at his phone silently.

"Unrestricted fighting, as long as you don't bring any weapons and go on stage with your bare hands?"

"The definition of a weapon is very broad and things like pepper spray would be considered a weapon."

Pepper spray counts as a weapon, which seems hilarious.

But behind every funny rule there is at least one real case.

Maybe there have been contestants who have used pepper spray as a weapon before.

Liu Ming then looked down.

"If one side surrenders or completely loses the ability to fight, then it loses the match."

"There are no restrictions in the game, it's truly unlimited."

"Competitors cannot admit defeat or surrender in the first ten minutes."

The first rules were fine, but when Liu Ming saw the last one, he understood.

Now I understand why the mortality rate is so high.

You cannot admit defeat in the first ten minutes. If the gap between the two players is too big and the opponent wants to kill you, you must hold on for ten minutes.

I guess the organizers are afraid that some people will give in and surrender right at the start, making the game less entertaining.

After all, this competition is also for the gentlemen out there.

What they are most interested in is the truth.

There were some miscellaneous rules at the end, and Liu Ming read them one by one.

"Have you finished reading it? You still have a chance to regret it now. After you sign the contract, if you want to regret it, don't say that I am heartless, Brother Qiang."

Ding Qiang's voice seemed cold, but it was actually a final warning to Liu Ming.

If the "small gift" given by this kid before was not quite good, he would not care so much.

"There's also a contract?" Liu Ming was surprised, thinking it was so formal.

Ding Qiang shook his head: "Underground black boxing is illegal, and the law naturally does not recognize this kind of contract. But you have to understand that a contract is just a piece of paper to some people."

"Signing a contract is not for some trivial reason, but to give some gentlemen an excuse."

"Some of the gentlemen who came to watch the game were kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see others being forced."

This is quite clear.

Some gentlemen are kind-hearted, but after signing the contract, it is no longer forced but "voluntary". Since it is voluntary, you can't blame them.

After all, some people want to quit after surviving a fight and seeing the cruelty of underground black boxing, but things are not that easy in the world.

We have to fight on despite the odds.

"I'm giving you a minimum contract, win seven games, or play in 21 games. If you complete either point, you can choose to quit, or continue to play."

When Liu Ming took a look, he was shocked. This was equivalent to selling one's body.

It is basically impossible for a newcomer to win seven games.

As for participating in twenty-one games, breaking arms and legs all the time, it's too difficult.

He who managed to survive and exit unscathed is truly a lucky man.

"And this is the minimum requirement. If we hadn't followed what Master Skeleton said and given benefits at the beginning, the other party would have probably taken a different contract."

Liu Ming asked, "I want to ask how the money is calculated."

"If you want a quick match, we can schedule one for you tonight."

Ding Qiang said, "You are a newcomer and you don't have any record. Your appearance fee is only 10,000 yuan. If you beat your opponent, you will get a bonus of 30,000 yuan."

It sounds high, just the entry fee is 10,000, and there are 30,000 if you win, a total of 40,000, which is comparable to the income of most families in the downtown area for half a year.

But this is money to buy your life.

This sounds not expensive.

"The higher your winning streak, the more appearance fees you will get and the bigger the prize money will be."

For some reason, Ding Qiang initially thought that this guy was looking for death, but he had not seen the other party show any fear until now, so he couldn't help but feel expectant.

"Everyone is afraid of death. To be so calm, you must be a madman."

"This guy doesn't look like a lunatic. Could it be that he really has something?"

But this is just a guess. Ding Qiang prefers to believe in science and believes that weight equals combat effectiveness.

But this did not stop him from explaining the whole story and doing the other party a favor.

He is a thousand-year-old fox, so he still has some little thoughts.

"The player with the highest appearance fee in this region is Buakaw, who gets 10 million for each fight."

Of course, the appearance fees and bonuses that Ding Qiang mentioned are all based on unlimited fighting. The other competitions are of much lower levels, so the two are not comparable.

After Liu Ming finished reading all the content, he returned the phone to Ding Qiang and said:

"Arrange it for me, as quickly as possible."

…………

"boom!"

On the ring, Liu Ming, wearing a bronze mask, defeated his opponent with a single ground-to-sky cannon. From the time he entered the ring to the end of the fight, it took no more than three minutes.

There is only one chance to take action.

It has been too long. This underground fighting arena has not seen a newcomer with such quick and decisive moves.

The audience, standing or sitting, wearing all kinds of masks, immediately went crazy and shouted one word loudly.

"bright!"

"bright!"

"bright!"

Some were so excited that they even shouted: