Virus Throne

Dickap glanced at Baturu and said disdainfully: "Old rules, you can't use awakening skills, neither strengthening nor superhuman skills."

Ronal explained in a low voice, "There are often competitions between training camps, and awakening skills are too lethal. Therefore, it is forbidden to use awakening skills in training camps."

Xu Youran nodded and looked at the white man Tom opposite. The fighting posture he put on was very professional. Maybe he was a boxer or MMA mixed martial arts player before.

Everyone in the No. 13 training camp knew that Baturu had practiced Jiu-Jitsu for several years before awakening, so they had no objection to him fighting.

The trainees of the two training camps dispersed and made room for the two people in the middle of the training ground.

Tom and Baturu were both tall and strong players, like two meat mountains, staring at each other with a fierce look.

Before becoming an awakener, Tom was an ever-victorious general in underground black boxing. After becoming an awakener, he was also particularly good at close combat.

When participating in underground boxing matches, Tom had killed many opponents. At this time, his eyes revealed murderous intent, and he swayed left and right and rushed towards Batululu quickly.

Batululu had a solid foundation in jiu-jitsu. He slowly moved his feet and waited for Tom to get close. He was determined to take down the enemy in the first round even if he was hit by a few punches.

But he underestimated Tom's cunning and skillful skills. When the two of them fought each other.

He realized that when he wanted to fight close to perform jiu-jitsu, Tom did not give him this opportunity.

Tom's movement speed was too fast. He stepped on the butterfly step, moved forward and backward freely, and always nimbly avoided Batululu's hug and throw.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Tom's heavy punches kept falling on Batululu's head, making him dizzy and dizzy.

He couldn't compete with Tom in terms of skills, so he could only fight and get beaten. Batulu resisted Tom's heavy punches and pressed forward step by step.

The cunning Tom relied on his flexible steps to dodge and hit Batulu's head.

The trainees in the No. 13 training camp also saw that it was not good. Batulu would definitely be finished if he continued like this.

Everyone started to make a noise, yelling and whistling, trying to stimulate Tom and Batulu to fight hard.

Tom, a veteran of underground black boxing, would definitely not be led astray by these people, and he would still output steadily as always.

Batulu himself knew that it was not good, but he was not a fool. He consciously adjusted his position slowly and pushed Tom towards the crowd in the No. 13 training camp.

The movement in the training ground soon spread throughout the No. 13 camp, and the trainees who were still in the camp ran to the training ground.

More and more people gathered, and with the new trainees, there were more than 60 people gathered in the No. 13 camp.

Everyone was shouting and yelling, trying to irritate Tom, but it had no effect.

Batululu, who was beaten dizzy, glanced at Tom from the corner of his eye and found that Tom seemed to be not far from the people in the No. 13 training camp.

"Ah!" He roared, and was hit hard on the face with a straight punch. A flash of gold flashed in front of his eyes, and he almost fainted.

But he finally seized an opportunity. He pounced fiercely, and Tom retreated and dodged habitually.

Unfortunately, he forgot the problem of the venue. Behind him were the students of the No. 13 training camp.

The black boxing matches he had participated in were all held on standard boxing rings, surrounded by ropes and fences.

But now he was on the training ground, and there were still people from the enemy behind him. Seeing Tom beautifully dodge Batululu's pounce.

The students in the No. 12 training camp cheered, but before their cheers fell, they turned into scolding.

The students in the No. 13 training camp saw Tom retreat in front of them and was about to hit everyone.

"Fuck!" "Shit!" Several students raised their feet and kicked Tom's butt mercilessly.

Tom, who had just dodged a pounce, was still thinking about which angle to hit Baturu from next.

"Swoosh..." Tom, who was kicked several times on the butt, was kicked out and fell directly into Baturu's arms.

"Fuck!" Tom roared, raised his right fist and was about to hit Baturu with a hook.

Baturu was waiting for this opportunity, so he would never miss it.

His whole body was directly pressed against Tom, making Tom's right fist fall empty.

Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu is world-famous. Once Baturu, who is good at Jiu-Jitsu, gets close to him, the consequences can be imagined.

"Bang!" The two entangled and fell heavily to the ground, one tried his best to perform Jiu-Jitsu, and the other madly returned a heavy punch.

The students of the No. 12 training camp were furious when they saw that the other side's spectators were so shameless.

They all started to curse, and the people in the No. 13 training camp were not willing to be outdone. Dozens of people from both sides quarreled.

Seeing that a large-scale melee was inevitable, their number was less than a quarter of the opponent's, and they would definitely suffer.

Dicap frowned, raised his right hand, and said in a deep voice: "Shut up!"

His nephew Decathlon was furious and said anxiously: "Uncle, they are cheating!"

"Don't say it anymore, it was Tom's own carelessness. Next time someone bumps into you, you can fight back!" Dicap looked at Hadilon with a gloomy look.

"Whatever you want." Hadilon spread his hands indifferently.

At this time, the two people fighting on the ground had already decided the winner. Sure enough, after entering the ground battle, Jiu-Jitsu was still better.

Baturulu had already used a naked choke to control Tom tightly, and Tom's face turned red and he was about to be unable to breathe.

Seeing that Tom was about to be strangled to death, the instructor of the No. 12 training camp raised his hands helplessly, "Give up, we give up!"

Ronal ran over quickly, "Batu, let go, they gave up."

Baturulu let go of his hand and collapsed to the ground. He had been hit by many heavy punches before and was also seriously injured.

Tom, curled up on the side, covered his throat and gasped frantically. He almost suffocated to death. He was also scared.

A student from the No. 12 training camp ran up quickly and helped Tom, who was almost exhausted, back.

Baturulu was also quickly lifted down by his companions. When he returned to his camp, he was greeted with cheers.

The people from the No. 12 training camp came to challenge aggressively, but ended up in disgrace in the first game.

Although the main reason was that the students of the No. 13 training camp had tricked Tom, it was ultimately a matter of inexperience.

Tom, who had recovered some of his breath, walked back and cursed loudly.

He lost so unfairly, he was tricked, but all the students of the No. 12 training camp felt so ashamed.

He came to challenge with great enthusiasm, but ended up being beaten.

Decathlon looked at Tom, who was almost carried back, and cursed with a gloomy face, "Waste!"

Dicap shook his head, "Forget it, find someone smarter."

Decathlon looked back at the people behind him, pointed at a black youth standing at the back of the crowd and said, "Buu, you go. Be careful, don't kill anyone!"

The black youth, who had been silent and half-lowered his head, raised his head with a "swish".

He was more than 180 cm tall, had a handsome appearance, was about 26 or 27 years old, and his eyes seemed to be dead and lifeless.

It was a look of extreme despair, as if the whole world was not worth mentioning in his eyes, and he was extremely disappointed with everything.

Hearing Decathlon's order, he did not speak, and walked to the field silently.

Like a vigorous black panther from the jungle, calm and composed, but with a strong breath of death.

When the trainees of the No. 12 training camp saw that it was Buu who came out, all of them shut up instantly, and made way for him, as if they were subconsciously avoiding Buu.

Many trainees on the opposite side seemed to know this black youth, and some even exclaimed.

"Majin Buu?"

"Fuck, why is it him!"

"Didn't they say he went directly to the core training camp?"

Ronald, who retreated to Xu Youran's side, explained in a low voice with an ugly face, "This guy is a professional killer, very powerful. He doesn't recognize his relatives and kills people like flies."

Then he turned around and looked at his own trainees, with a questioning look in his eyes, who should be allowed to play?

When the trainees saw the instructor's eyes sweeping over them, they all lowered their heads. This Majin Buu was too famous.

Before he became an awakener, he was a well-known killer in Rio de Janeiro. From high-ranking government officials to drug lords, as long as he was targeted, everyone would die.

The government had sent out troops, and drug lords had hired experts, but they were all killed back one by one by him.

Whoever sent the army, he would assassinate them after escaping.

Whoever hired the experts, he would not only kill the experts, but also kill all the employers behind the experts.

He once killed an important official of the International Patrol at the headquarters of the Brazilian International Patrol.

He also beheaded a well-known drug lord under heavy guard.

After becoming an awakener, he killed and robbed people, and was full of evil.

According to legend, he once sneaked up on a fourth-time awakener, and then escaped safely under the counterattack of the fourth-time awakener.

The fourth awakener had been chasing him frantically for several months. He was forced to join the cult to save his life.

Faced with such a murderer, who would dare to go on the field easily? What if Buu got excited and killed him...

"I'll do it!" With a cold snort, a thin and tall white young man came out.

"Charles?" Someone exclaimed, "Are you crazy?"

"Charles, come back quickly, you are not his opponent!" Someone pulled the young man, but failed.

"Charles, you..." Ronald rushed forward a few steps and stopped him.

"Instructor, don't stop me, he killed my whole family!" Charles' eyes seemed to be spitting fire, "This beast, dare to appear here today, I will not let him go!"

Angry Charles bypassed Ronald and walked towards Majin Buu, "Beast! Remember Steve? That's my father!"

Buu, who had been standing quietly on the field, tilted his head and said indifferently: "I killed too many people, I don't remember."