The extraordinary daily life of people with super powers

"Kill him, kill him!"

"Kill him!"

Liu Ming stood on the ring. He used to think Xuan Xing was very depressed, but at that time he was still a student and had various protection resources.

Now that I have left my student status, I understand what madness is.

People at the bottom work like slaves, while people at the top enjoy all kinds of resources.

Even though they were wearing masks, Liu Ming could see the crazy expressions underneath the masks from their dancing movements and wide-open pupils.

"No wonder Master Skull, a senior executive of Yanxing Company, couldn't stand it anymore and chose me."

"These people are just wasting resources in this world."

The resources of Xuanxing are decreasing. If aerospace technology cannot be developed, another habitable planet cannot be found.

Then there is a high probability that the Fifth World War will come, which will consume the population.

War has little impact on the top leaders, and the only ones who suffer are people in the lower city like Liu Ming.

Liu Ming's awareness became more obvious, and he felt as if he had achieved spiritual sublimation.

I have a deeper understanding of Bajiquan and breathing method.

If it were in a virtual game, the system might prompt him at this time, [Congratulations to player Sun Moon Sect Leader for comprehending Bajiquan. Your current level of comprehension is: Advanced].

If Tang Ansheng were here, he would just give a thumbs up.

Isn’t this the legendary epiphany?

The reason why it is said to be a legend is because Tang Ansheng has never seen it. He only heard about it from Long Zhan and saw it in books.

Should we say that the protagonist has something special about him?

Liu Ming no longer cared about his subordinates, jumped off the stage and walked to the backstage, where Ding Qiang was waiting.

"You...really gave me a big surprise." Ding Qiang had a complicated look on his face.

He knew the man opposite him, although he was just an ordinary boxer, but it was incredible that Liu Ming, a guy who looked like a newcomer, could defeat the opponent with one punch.

"Your money has been transferred to your card."

Due to the privacy concerns of the gentlemen, most areas of the underground black boxing venues do not have surveillance cameras installed, most people entering and leaving use pseudonyms, and masks are distributed for free.

As for Liu Ming's card, it was an uncertified black card that Ding Qiang handled. With this kind of card, anyone can withdraw money as long as they have the password and card number, without going through facial authentication or pupil recognition.

"Please buy some things for me and the money will be deducted from the card."

"what?"

"Some medicinal herbs."

Practice martial arts, practice martial arts, and then smash this shitty world into pieces!

Chapter 5 Wow, this is muscle! (k)

In his first rookie debut match, Liu Ming fought very easily. After all, his opponent was not very strong.

But even if he is not strong, he is still a professional boxer who can knock down his opponent with one or two moves. Ding Qiang has a new respect for this "skinny bamboo pole" whom he had not been optimistic about at the beginning.

"These herbs... can be bought." Ding Qiang looked at the prescription in the other person's hand. He recognized most of the ingredients on the prescription. They were medicines for replenishing qi and blood.

Although I can’t name a few of them, they look familiar.

"You can buy one. If you need it urgently, I can give it to you tomorrow night." Ding Qiang said.

In fact, with the money in Liu Ming's card, it is enough to buy some medicinal materials, but if he wants to arrive tomorrow night, he will probably have to add some more.

But he is more optimistic about Liu Ming, and this amount of money is equivalent to an investment.

"It's troublesome." Liu Ming said.

"You are too polite, just call me Brother Qiang."

Ding Qiang smiled and said, "When do you want to play the next game? I will arrange it."

"Any time is fine?" Liu Ming asked. Are there many participants in the unlimited fighting here?

"of course not."

Ding Qiang explained: "You are a newcomer, so you can arrange many events in a short period of time, but the fastest time is one day."

"As for those seniors who are famous and powerful, their appearance fees are higher, and because of their fame, more guests come to see them, so the organizers need to spend more time promoting them."

"Because they are strong, there are few people who can match them. We can't assign them a weakling, right? That would make the fight too boring."

“The guests will be dissatisfied.”

"So there might not be a match every ten days or half a month."

Liu Ming nodded. He finally understood why the so-called unlimited fighting was so popular. The most important factor was money.

The "guests" here like to watch exciting death fighting events because it can make their numb hearts beat.

Therefore, paying more money is not a problem.

The organizer can use this to make money, so he will naturally be willing to meet the other party's needs.

There is even a high probability that the organizer is just a white glove, pushed out by the people behind the scenes, and most of the money they earn has to be handed over to the boss above.

As for the boxers who participate, they naturally do it for the money.

This society has long been trapped in the vicious circle of money supremacy.

"There is great terror between life and death." Liu Ming has experienced this sentence written in the book.

It's completely different from the life and death struggle in virtual games.

⒊yi ② ba Yisi doctor san guilt

He was just facing his first ordinary opponent, but his adrenaline surged and he became excited all of a sudden.

Both the power and speed of the punches are far beyond what they have been before.

If he hadn't had the sense to hold back at the end, the other person might have been beaten to death by him.

But even so, the opponent suffered at least a broken bone.

"It suddenly occurred to me that I could open a market here, right?"

Liu Ming suddenly asked, which startled Ding Qiang. He looked around and found that there was no one around. Then he quietly leaned close to Liu Ming's ear and said:

"The organizers don't allow boxers to open handicaps. You should understand the reason."

"Yeah." Liu Ming nodded.

If boxers can open the ring themselves, then there will often be cases of match-fixing, which is not conducive to the organizer making money.

“But in fact, some very confident boxers will privately find someone to buy their victory.”

"The organizers also knew about this and basically turned a blind eye. Anyway, they couldn't refuse it."

"And do you know who has the biggest handicap?"

Liu Ming frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "Organizer?"

Ding Qiang gave him a look that said, "You know what I mean," and said, "That's right."

Come to think of it, how could the organizer give such a lucrative business as being the banker and setting the odds to someone else?

This kind of underground death boxing is usually accompanied by gambling, which is caused by the evil nature of human beings.

Liu Ming knew after a little thought that the real source of money for the underground black boxing was probably the income from the opening of the market. As for the so-called ticket revenue, it was probably less than one-tenth of it.

"From now on, use half of the money I earn to buy medicinal herbs, and bet on me to win the other half."

"You are..." Ding Qiang frowned.

I thought to myself, you are such a big shot, even the king of this area, "Buakaw", might not have such courage.

Everyone has a different fighting style, so it is very likely that they will restrain each other.

Some have an open and aboveboard style, while others specialize in shady sneak attacks.

You may win against the former, but you are likely to lose against the latter.

Even though Buakaw has fought in more than 40 games, he has only lost two so far, both due to some shady tactics.

"And there is..."

Ding Qiang has been in this area for ten years and knows the cruelty and shamelessness of the underground death boxing.

Even if someone is really invincible and has no rivals here, the organizers cannot just watch him keep winning.

Probably at some point, he will "communicate" with the contestant and ask him to lose the game on purpose.

Then before the game starts, there will be crazy publicity, so that a large number of customers will bet on him to win, and the organizers will make a lot of money.

Of course, it is communication in name only, but in reality it is a threat.

Ding Qiang doesn’t know about others, but this was the reason why Buakaw lost one of the two times.

Because at that time the opponent's strength was not enough to threaten Buakaw.

"Okay, I hope you won't regret it." Ding Qiang didn't persuade him.

Persuasion will not work in this kind of situation. He will only understand after he falls.

"Arrange the game for tomorrow."

In a life-and-death fight, Liu Ming seemed to grow up in an instant, transforming from a green student to the experienced man he is today.

"can."

The next night, the death fight came as scheduled. This time, Liu Ming's opponent was a burly man with a scar on his face.

From the information provided by Ding Qiang, the opponent can be ranked in the middle among all the boxers in this death fighting arena.

Don't underestimate those who are just in the middle. Those who can survive to this day are all very capable. If these people were pulled out to fight a life-and-death battle with some fighting champions on the market, most likely the latter would die.

"You haven't even grown all your hair yet, and you want to fight in a no-holds-barred fight?"

"If you get on your knees right now and stick your butt up, maybe I'll consider letting you go?"

“Ah, hahahahaha!”

The scarred burly man grinned and laughed. The audience in the audience did not get angry when they heard the dirty words, but became even crazier.

"Kill him, Scar Zhao, you are the strongest."

"Fuck him!"

"If you really do this, I will reward you one million!"

Liu Ming listened to these words with a blank expression on his face, but he clenched his fists even tighter.

A few minutes later, he, wearing the bronze mask, was still standing on the stage, while the scarred man was lying on the ground, his life or death unknown.

The whole place was silent.

"boom!"

Liu Ming jumped off the ring, ignoring the thunderous roar behind him, and walked straight towards Ding Qiang.

"Arrange the next one as quickly as possible!"

He couldn't wait. It was only a matter of time before the people from the Li Group found their new address. It might take ten days, half a month, or even tomorrow.

He must earn a lot of money in the shortest time possible while training himself to be the strongest.

Ding Qiang was shocked as he watched him easily defeat his opponent again and his self-confidence that was about to soar into the sky.

"Is this another Buakaw?"

"Buakaw was such a person back then. Could it be that I have found a treasure this time?"

Ding Qiang witnessed the rise of Buakaw, who was also a thin young man who was usually taciturn and did not look like he had strong strength at all.

But once he gets on the ring, he is the uncrowned king, making his opponents terrified.

Liu Ming seems to be following this trend now.

Ding Qiang immediately replied: "I will arrange it now. By the way, I have already bought your herbs and placed them in your room."