The extraordinary daily life of people with super powers

Although there are no surveillance cameras in most areas of this underground fighting arena, and even video recording is not allowed, there are still some on the ring.

I'm afraid most of the gentlemen in the audience couldn't help but record this thrilling death fight scene.

The organizers will not go against the money.

The leader of each team will also record the game and watch it repeatedly after returning to find out the opponent's weaknesses so that they can deal a heavy blow next time.

These are not unspoken rules, but are laid out in the open.

Ding Qiang patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, I have prepared several ultra-high-definition cameras, which can even see the pores clearly."

"This... doesn't need to be so detailed." Liu Ming was sweating profusely.

The two of them kept chatting, and Ding Qiang deliberately avoided talking about Buakaw, for fear of adding more burden to Liu Ming.

He went home last night and watched the two men's respective game videos all night long, and found that even if Liu Ming could not beat Buakaw, he would not be seriously injured.

If it's just a minor injury, the worst that can happen is you can rest for a few months and fight again another day.

"Maybe there are benefits. No one is an invincible general. If you can rise again after losing once, it will be of great benefit to your body and mind."

Ding Qiang thought: "Just based on the odds this time, who should I bet on to win?"

According to the handicap offered by the organizer this time, Buakaw's chance of winning basically crushes Liu Ming.

If you bet all on Liu Ming, you will make a fortune if you win, but you will lose everything if you lose.

To be conservative, we will definitely choose Buakaw.

Liu Ming didn't think as much as he thought, and said directly: "Put all the money I earned in the past half month on me to win."

"Um... okay." After hesitating for a moment, Ding Qiang nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry too much. I'm going up. We can't keep people waiting too long."

Liu Ming patted his shoulder and then walked towards the ring step by step, where Buakaw had been waiting for a minute or two.

There is no referee in this kind of death fight. As long as the bloody countdown in the center of the big screen reaches zero, it means that the death fight has officially begun.

At the same time, after the bloody countdown reaches zero, there is also a small countdown of ten minutes. Only after that returns to zero can you admit defeat and surrender.

Before this, even if you have no power to fight back and your opponent wants to kill you, no one will care.

Even the audience in the audience would just yell, "Kill, kill, kill," "Good kill" and so on.

"Are you the Emperor Ming?" Buakaw's accent was strange, and his words sounded very tongue-twisting, as if he was not a local.

No, Liu Ming suddenly remembered that this guy was not a local, not even from this country.

"So... right?"

Liu Ming felt a little embarrassed to suddenly acknowledge this title in front of others.

It's like when someone asks you if you are the "Dark Flame Envoy", and you answer yes, the feeling can only be described as using your toes to dig out a three-bedroom, one-living-room house from the floor.

Buakaw said: "I have watched your fighting videos, and you are very different from them, as if you are not on the same path."

Even though he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and has seen all kinds of fighting masters in his more than ten years of professional career, no one has ever made Buakaw feel so unfamiliar.

"My master taught me." Liu Ming said.

He was not worried about revealing Tang Ansheng's situation. After all, the latter did not say that he could not reveal his master's name, otherwise he would grind his bones to ashes.

What's more, since he has a master, if anyone wants to do something dirty to him in the future, they will have to consider the person behind him.

"Wow, is this what it feels like when there's someone up there? So comfortable." Liu Ming thought to himself.

He now has a preliminary understanding of the mentality of the villains in film and television dramas.

Even if he doesn't know anything, as long as he stands here and thinks of the Skeleton Master behind him, he won't be afraid of anything.

Not to mention he can also order some, which makes it even better.

"Hmph, if there's a chance, I'd like to meet your master." Buakaw said expressionlessly.

Liu Ming just wanted to laugh after hearing this. He could not even last two moves against Tang Ansheng, and Buakaw was at best at the same level as him, yet he dared to speak so arrogantly.

If you have never been beaten, you don’t know how difficult life is.

"We can discuss this issue after you win."

The two exchanged a few words, then stared at each other intently, waiting for the bloody countdown in the center of the big screen to return to zero.

"nineteen……"

"Eight, seven..."

It’s not uncommon for people to launch a sneak attack before the time has reset, but after they got off the stage, they were executed on the spot by the organizers to set an example.

After all, the rules are set by the organizer. If the rules are broken, it will easily make the organizer lose trust, which is not conducive to making money.

It is also because of this incident that no one dares to break the explicit rules anymore.

"Buakaw, kill him, I've staked my entire fortune on your victory!"

"Kill, kill, kill. Man has nothing to repay Heaven. Kill, kill, kill!"

"Buakaw, you are the strongest, no one can beat you."

There was a roar from the audience, and the closer the countdown got to zero, the louder the noise became, almost forming a wave.

This kind of environment can easily affect the mentality and spirit of the players, making them violent.

At the same time, some people with poor psychological endurance may perform poorly in this situation, and may only be able to demonstrate 10% or 20% of their full strength, thus leading to a miserable defeat.

Buakaw is a super old man and naturally knows how to regulate his emotions, cheer himself up, speed up the production of adrenaline, and make the whole person excited all of a sudden.

"Buakaw, Buakaw!"

"Invincible!"

The audience seemed to be betting overwhelmingly on Buakaw, but there were still people occasionally speaking up for Liu Ming.

"What do you know? Ming Huang is the strongest. He has never lost a game since his debut."

"Buakaw has lost twice, how can he be called the uncrowned king?"

"I think you guys don't understand at all. How much money can you make by betting on Buakaw to win?"

"Only if you bet on Emperor Ming to win can you make a lot of money!"

"If you don't even have the courage to bet on Emperor Ming to win, what kind of gambler are you?"

Some people's faces were instantly covered with blush, their eyes were bloodshot and mad, and they looked not like humans but rather like wild beasts.

"Three, two, one!"

With a sharp "beep" sound, the battle to determine who is the real king of this underground death black boxing venue officially began.

"Roar."

Buakaw growled, and his body instantly became agitated. He jumped up and down on tiptoe, with one hand protecting his chin and the other placed in front of him, ready to deliver a straight punch at any time.

This is a standard fighting move. The chin is protected because this place is very fragile. If it is hit, a dislocated jaw is only a minor concern. The important thing is that there is a high possibility of fainting.

Fainting in a death fight like this would be a joke if you called it suicide.

As for Liu Ming, he used the standard Bajiquan starting posture and looked like he didn't know how to fight.

That’s right, he doesn’t know how to fight, he only knows level eight boxing.

I have only learned Bajiquan for half a month.

If it weren't for the assistance of the gaming system, it would probably be just a fancy thing now.

Seeing him posing like a "newbie", Buakaw did not underestimate him. After all, he was a super rookie king with 20 consecutive wins, so he must have some skills. If he underestimated the opponent, he would only suffer a great loss.

"call!"

Buakaw took a small step forward with his left foot and moved his right foot slightly. Seeing him do this, Liu Ming subconsciously raised his left knee to prepare to intercept.

"Do you think I can do a sweep?" Buakaw sneered in his heart, "Sure enough, my fighting style is very different from most people's. I haven't learned the orthodox system."

He turned suddenly to the right and his slightly moving right leg exploded instantly, kicking out into the air with unimaginable force.

This is a back-spinning kick to the head, also called a turning back kick. The initial movement is very similar to a right leg sweep, which is quite confusing.

If this kick hits the head, fainting is almost certain. If it hits the temple directly, the possibility of death is also very high.

"It's too late. Poor rookie king." Buakaw felt a trace of pity in his heart.

At such a speed, he had no time to stop.

This move may seem simple, but in fact he has practiced it thousands of times just to kill the enemy with one blow.

When they first started fighting in the death fight, many people were not familiar with this move and basically suffered a miserable defeat.

Later, the more he won, the more he was studied by others. As long as he made the slightest move, people would be wary and no one would let him get so close.

"What a shame... huh?"

Before Buakaw could finish sighing in his heart, he saw Liu Ming slightly raising his right hand, trying to block the move.

"It's useless. I can break even a palm tree with my kick, let alone something as fragile as hand bones."

"Boom!"

It sounds slow, but in practice it only takes a moment.

Buakaw kicked out, and it seemed as if he kicked something extremely hard. In just a moment, a pain came from his right calf bone.

The horrific reaction force caused him to take a step or two back.

Looking at Liu Ming again, he was motionless.

"Impossible!" Buakaw opened his eyes wide, unable to believe what he saw.

"you you you……"

Not to mention human hand bones, even if it was made of iron, there should be a mark. How could this...

Liu Ming rubbed his right arm and said, "It still hurts. Your skills are better than I thought."

"I tried to block it with my legs, but I didn't react, so I had to use my hands."

"Oh, you want to ask me why I can block it, right?"

Generally speaking, a person's leg strength is several times that of their arms, so it is impossible to stop it under normal circumstances.

But Liu Ming is different. The medicinal bath he took these days has greatly improved his physical strength and his own power.

Although he has not reached the level of Ming Jin, his strength is very close. A casual swing of his sword can exert hundreds of pounds of force.

In fact, it is impossible to reach this level by just taking a medicinal bath, but for some reason, every time he took a medicinal bath, he would practice the breathing method, and his strength would increase by one level almost every time he took a bath.

"Master's breathing method is indeed extraordinary. This is not a martial art but a magic technique." Liu Ming thought.

It was this almost self-hypnosis that allowed him to reach a level of strength that was unimaginable for ordinary people.

This is what is called "flying bricks with great force".

No tricks, just brute force.

"Just now, you were the one who did it. Now it's my turn."

Liu Ming stepped on the ground with his right foot and exerted force suddenly. A "bang" sound was heard all around the empty arena.

And his whole body was like an arrow shot out of a bow, shooting out directly.

In just a few tenths of a second, he crossed a distance of several meters and appeared in front of Buakaw as if in a flash.

"You..." Buakaw was shocked. He couldn't believe that someone had such explosive power and wanted to fight back immediately.

But he only saw Liu Ming spread out five fingers and hit him on the head like a mountain falling down.

This is another killer move in Bajiquan. The force comes from the heels, flows through the waist, and passes through the fingertips. It is called "Pao Chui".

In ancient martial arts it is called "shaking the arms to knock the sky down, stomping the feet to shake the nine provinces"!

Just one moment brought huge psychological pressure to Buakaw.

With this speed and this power, Buakaw could not think of any other solution, nor did he have time to think. He just instinctively pushed his hands upwards, hoping to block it.

"boom!"

"Crack!"

A huge force was exerted, and a sound of bone cracking was heard. With Buakaw's experience, he felt a jolt in his heart and realized that his hand bone was cracked.