The lobby of Gruesome Madness. The exterior of the building was bloody. Although it wasn't splendid, the decorations had a different kind of elegance. Walking in it gave people an indescribable sense of comfort. The murderous aura in the staircase seemed to be suppressed.
The fat shopkeeper walked briskly to the front desk, put his arms on the desk, and said to the beautiful waitress, "Hi, Lisa, I brought someone who wants to play Gruesome Madness."
Lisa, whose hair was dyed blonde, glanced at Qin Fen and no longer paid more attention to him. She lowered her head and opened the safe to look for the number plate.
She had seen too many young people like Qin Fen who dared to come to Gruesome Madness because they thought they had some skills.
If one had no other specialties other than fighting, then the only way to survive in the Golden Triangle was to enter places like Gruesome Madness to earn money and be discovered by the military scouts under the generals. From there, they would be able to live a better life.
"This is your number …" Lisa looked at the number in her hand that was stained with blood and was stunned, "Number forty-four …"
Hearing this number, the fat owner's face was even more happy. He patted Qin Fen's shoulder, "There's an elevator over there, you go down first. I'll be there soon … "
Qin Fen pinned the number tag that was stained with the blood of god knows how many people to his chest. He walked into the elevator without looking back.
Lisa stared at the changing floor number on the elevator and rolled her eyes at the fat owner, "How can you still laugh? That's the unlucky number plate number forty-four. It seems that no one who got this number plate has ever escaped the misfortune of being killed in their first fight. If he loses, you can only earn a little introductory fee. If he wins, you can still take a cut … "
"I know." The owner looked at Lisa's half-open meatball that revealed a deep cleavage and swallowed his saliva, "Do you have time tonight? Let's have dinner together, how about it? "
"Dinner?" Lisa pushed her big breasts with both hands, "Vincent, what you want to eat is not dinner, it's me, right? I'm very expensive. "
"Cheh …" Vincent rolled his eyes at Lisa, "Expensive? Forget it if you don't want to eat. Tonight, I have a woman who tastes better … "
After Vincent finished speaking, he didn't even look at Lisa as he moved his slightly plump body towards the elevator.
Compared to the mature Lisa, he preferred the silent woman next to Qin Fen. Her figure, skin, and appearance were excellent! If only he could get that frosty chick on his bed …
When Vincent thought of Lin Ling's sexy and energetic figure, he couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in his lower abdomen.
When Qin Fen walked into the second floor of the basement, he immediately heard a noisy shouting. The thousands of seats were already filled with people. These people were waving tickets and beer in their hands. and were staring excitedly at the only ring in the center of the floor.
There were two martial artists fighting on the ring. Except for firearms, any other cold weapons could be used in this ring. Even if you had enough money to buy a vibrating electromagnetic knife, no one would prohibit you from bringing it to the ring.
At this time, the two people on the ring were both five-star meteor level martial artists. They didn't choose to go to the ring empty-handed. One of them was holding a single blade in his hand, and the other was holding two iron rods. However, these two iron rods had hundreds of half-inch long iron thorns on them.
If such a weapon were to hit a person's body, the result could be imagined how terrible it would be.
At this time, both of them were already covered in blood. Before Qin Fen walked out of the elevator, these two had already staged half a brutal fight.
Qin Fen walked toward the number plate near the ring while looking at the two people on the ring seriously.
It could be seen that these two middle-aged men were not on this kind of life and death ring for the first time. Whether it was the aura emitted from their bodies or the ruthlessness and decisiveness of their attacks, they were far stronger than those in the recruit camp who only did basic training every day.
The two were not on the same level at all.
Qin Fen believed that if he hadn't experienced several life and death battles and trained with several drill instructors every day, he would have died within ten moves. He had only trained hard to attain the strength of a five-star warrior. If he were to fight against anyone in this arena, he would definitely die within ten moves.
Life and death were the most tempered.
It not only tempered the body, but it also tempered the will.
When he arrived not far from the ring, Qin Fen discovered that the people sitting in the first row were not spectators, but people like him who had number plates hanging on their chests.
These people had solemn expressions on their faces. They weren't affected by the roars of the surrounding environment at all. Each one of them was very calm as they watched everything that was happening on the arena. They needed to study these two people. No one knew if the person who survived on the arena would become their next opponent.
Qin Fen came to the number plate table and took off the number plate hanging on his chest and handed it over.
The person in charge of the number plate here was a man with a face full of stubble. When he saw the number plate handed over by Qin Fen, his eyes suddenly emitted a bloodthirsty glow. The corner of his mouth carried a hint of ridicule as he said, "Kid, your luck hasn't been good lately, right?"
Qin Fen squinted at the life and death battle on the ring that was nearing its end and replied casually, "Terrible."
The stubble man had an expression of "I didn't see it wrong" on his face. He entered the number forty-four into the computer and said, "When do you plan to go? Familiarize yourself with the environment first? Or … "
"Familiarize yourself with the environment first. Can I go for the last match before lunch?"
Qin Fen looked at the bloody scene that appeared on the ring. His tone was still very calm as he answered.
Now, the martial artist who used a single blade on the ring was already dead. His brains burst on the ring, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness.
Until the last blow, he had the upper hand. However, he didn't expect that the two seemingly solid iron rods were actually hollow! There were actually iron chains inside! At the critical moment, the iron thorn-covered rod suddenly turned into a nunchaku. The chains were stuck on the blade and smashed his head.
The winner wasn't happy about this victory. This time, he used his final trump card to win. His opponent in the next match would definitely guard against this move.
When the stubble man heard Qin Fen's request, he shook his head again and again and laughed, "No wonder you are the one who drew the unlucky number. Even the requested match is an unlucky match. Look up at the big screen, your opponent is there, number fifty-four. "
"Look!" Someone suddenly shouted in the noisy crowd, "Finger Demon Butcher! Fifty-four is the Finger Demon Butcher, his opponent has been decided. "
Following this shout, the noisy crowd went silent for a moment, and then became even louder and more noisy.
Qin Fen took the number plate and turned around. He found that the people sitting in the first row were looking at him as if they were looking at a dead person. A few of them showed pity, but most of them showed mockery.
Apart from these gazes, their eyes also flashed with the same emotion.
Qin Fen interpreted that look as "rejoicing". These people in the ring were rejoicing, rejoicing that they didn't encounter the Finger Demon Butcher.
It was reasonable to say that those who could participate in the Gruesome Madness were a group of people who didn't take life and death seriously. These people who didn't take life and death seriously were actually afraid of the Finger Demon Butcher.
There was no need for any verbal explanation, and there was no need to search for any information. Just from the audience's reaction and the performance of the fighters, one could tell that the Finger Demon Butcher should be very strong in the ring on the second basement floor.
Vincent saw that the person he brought was facing the Finger Demon Butcher, and his face was full of joy. The number forty-four was really the unlucky curse. He encountered the Finger Demon Butcher the first time he entered here. If it wasn't the number of the unlucky curse, what else could it be?
On this level of the arena, if one were to ask who was the strongest, many people would give different answers.
Some people would say that it was Chen Feiyu's Seven Breaks Seven Extremes Sad Palm. Those who were hit would die. When they died, their faces would be distorted as if they were smiling, but this smile was sadder, more miserable, and uglier than crying.
It was rumored that the conditions to practice this exercise were very harsh. The seven extremes were heart, emotion, grace, desire, pain, life and death, and yearning.
The seven breaks were the outcome of the opponent, which were heart, blood, tendons, liver, intestines, kidneys, bones, and wrists.
Some people would say that it was Bian Lice's Black and Blue Rotting Bone Palm. Those who were hit would die like ordinary people. However, if the body was cut open, one would find that the blood, internal organs, and bones had all turned black and blue.
Of course, some people would recommend the Finger Demon Butcher.
But if it was a vote, the most ferocious, crazy, and perverted person on this floor would definitely be the Finger Demon Butcher. No one would deny this.
"Hello, I am your first opponent in Gruesome Madness."
Qin Fen heard the voice and slowly looked up at the person standing in front of him.
He was about one hundred and eighty centimeters tall. The muscles under his clothes were very well-proportioned and had good explosive power. His hands were rough and wide. The big tendons on the back of his hands bulged like old tree roots. His nails were cut very cleanly without any sharpness. The muscles between his thumb and forefinger were like small stones propping up.
The number fifty-four plate was wiped very clean. He hung it on his chest with his slightly refined appearance, giving him a bit of a teacher's feeling.
The two people sitting next to Qin Fen subconsciously made a little evasive action. They leaned their bodies to the sides and didn't even look at this number fifty-four.
Lin Ling also walked down from the crowd at this time. She sat on Qin Fen's thigh as if there was no one else. She quietly leaned into his arms with a sweet and happy look.
Qin Fen's hands passed through Lin Ling's waist and gently embraced her. His eyes were full of provocation as he replied, "I may be your last opponent."
"Hehe …"
The Finger Demon Butcher wasn't too surprised. When the newcomers first came, they always thought that they were invincible. Their arrogance was more to boost their courage.
"Really? What I like to do the most is … "The Finger Demon Butcher gently bent down and looked at Qin Fen, as if the flower-like Lin Ling didn't exist at all," Hearing my opponent's screams for mercy until they die. "
The Finger Demon Butcher's temperament was still so gentle, but his tone revealed hysterical excitement. The huge contrast made many of the surrounding boxers have goosebumps on the surface of their skin.
"I hate bugs chirping in my ear." Qin Fen stared back at the Finger Demon Butcher without showing any weakness, "So, I prefer to kill my opponent directly."
The Finger Demon Butcher's face showed an excited smile. He turned to look at the boxer next to Qin Fen. He still bowed politely and said, "Hello, can you give me this seat?"
The boxer who was asked hesitated. No one here was willing to offend the Finger Demon Butcher. However, giving up the seat in front of everyone would be looked down upon by countless people. His aura would also collapse, and he would definitely lose the next time he went to the ring.
"There's no need to give up the seat for the dead." Qin Fen didn't even look at the boxer and the Finger Demon Butcher, "Also, although I don't know who you have met before that would cause you to have a special admiration for that person. But, please don't pretend to be hysterical. You don't look like it. "
The smile on the Finger Demon Butcher's face stiffened for the first time. His neck turned very mechanically, and he once again looked at his opponent.
Qin Fen completely ignored the people around him. He quietly looked at the new battle that was about to begin in the ring.
Literal information was never as direct as watching and experiencing it with one's own eyes. Before making a move, it was most important to be able to have a deeper understanding of the style here.
After watching a few fights, the audience in the auditorium had already begun to make a commotion. People shouted very rhythmically, "Finger Demon Butcher … Finger Demon Butcher …"
Wave after wave of voices rang out incessantly, and the atmosphere also became fanatical as the crowd roared.
A beautiful woman wearing a bikini, holding a microphone, walked into the ring while twisting her hips that aroused the primitive impulse of men, and said, "In response to everyone's expectations, the next battle is between the Finger Demon Butcher number fifty-four and the newcomer with the unlucky number forty-four. I don't know if this newcomer can break the curse of the unlucky number? Or will he die under the torture of the Finger Demon Butcher? "
The Finger Demon Butcher rushed to the ring in three strides and reached out to slap the seductive hips of the beautiful woman. A clear and loud sound came into everyone's ears.
The beautiful woman was so scared that she let out a shrill scream when the Finger Demon Butcher touched her buttocks, as if someone was going to kill her.
She quickly ran two steps and reached out to touch her buttocks, only to find that she was not hurt at all.
When she just calmed down, the small underwear that wrapped around her mysterious area was torn into pieces. The entire mysterious area appeared in front of thousands of people.
At this moment, wolf howls were heard everywhere on the floor, and whistles were flying everywhere.
The woman's clothes were torn, but she did not show any panic. She simply tore off the two parts of the clothes that covered her upper body. Naked, she twisted her waist and walked down the ring. She came in front of Qin Fen and said coquettishly, "Kid, if you can kill the man who took off my clothes. Tonight, my sister will be yours. "
Pa …
A loud slap landed on the woman's face. The one who did it was Lin Ling, who was sitting in Qin Fen's arms.
"He is my man."
In an instant, Lin Ling's cold eyes and voice made the woman feel like she was going to be killed.
The people who were watching the show once again made a commotion, and the sound wave was higher than the previous one.
Qin Fen got up and hugged Lin Ling's seductive waist. He said to the woman in a very calm tone, "Do you think you are more beautiful than her?"
It was a simple sentence, but it caused the naked woman's expression to change drastically. She looked more ashamed than disappointed. Her appearance was really good, but compared to Lin Ling, it was not just a little bit worse.
Qin Fen looked up at the ring. The dragon-shaped steps of the Eight Flying Dragon made him hold his chest and head high. With a domineering aura, he leaped onto the ring in a few steps.
"Two annoying men, I wish you both perish together." The woman who was slapped by Lin Ling held the microphone and shouted, "Start now!"
The Finger Demon Butcher's gentle face instantly turned into a hysterical smile. He moved his ten fingers and said with a chuckle, "In the past, I was wanted by the Federation for killing people and dismembering their bodies. I had no choice but to escape and enter here. On the way to escape, I shredded six policemen. I like the feeling of my fingers grabbing pieces of flesh off people's bodies. I like to hear the screams of the injured, and I like to see their horror because of my cruelty. I hope you won't let me down … "
Qin Fen stood in place with his arms relaxed. There was a hint of disdain on his face, "Finger Demon? Maybe you really have this qualification. It's not easy for you to practice the Pinching Flower Finger to this point. Just … tsk tsk … "
"Just what?" The Finger Demon looked at Qin Fen's disdainful expression, and his face became hideous and scary, "Do you have a problem with the word 'butcher'?"
"Yes, and it's very big." Qin Fen nodded and approached the other party like he was taking a walk, "You don't deserve this word. From today onwards, I will use this word. "
"You?" The Finger Demon Butcher laughed. His feet lightly tapped the ground and he walked out a set of strange footwork. It was a set of footwork that he created when he was escaping into the Golden Triangle. He called this set of footwork the Dance of Death. It was light and full of strangeness.
The biggest advantage was that it could leave afterimages in the retina of others and cause errors in judgment. Only in this way could he calmly grab the flesh off the opponent's body bit by bit until he was dead.
Qin Fen's state of walking suddenly turned into a dragon-shaped step. He took a step and appeared in front of the Finger Demon Butcher as if he teleported.
This step was not only fast, but the position was also quite good. It blocked all the escape routes of the Finger Demon.
Pa …
The figures of both of them were very fast, and they crossed each other like lightning.
The clothes on Qin Fen's shoulder split open a gap. In the past, those who had their clothes torn on their shoulders in the ring would spurt out a glaring pillar of blood.
This time, there was only the tearing of clothes. There was no pillar of blood, and there were no screams that excited the audience after the pillar of blood.
The Finger Demon Butcher looked at his fingers in surprise. It was the first time that the Flower Pinching Finger did not pinch the opponent's flesh.
He turned his head and looked at Qin Fen, who also turned to look at him.
The boxer number forty-four was holding an item in his hand, or rather, a human organ.
The Finger Demon Butcher was very familiar with this organ. Every time he was about to kill his opponent, he would break open the opponent's chest, listen to the opponent's painful screams, and pull out the organ called "heart".
Now, this young man number forty-four had such an organ in his hand. Moreover, this organ was still beating very regularly. Every time it was squeezed, a little blood mist could be squeezed out.
The Finger Demon Butcher looked down subconsciously. There was a hole in his chest, and bright red blood was flowing out of the hole.
"You …" The Finger Demon Butcher no longer thought about why he did not pinch the opponent's flesh. He reached out to cover his bleeding chest and looked at Qin Fen in horror.
"Plucking the heart, I am more professional than you." Qin Fen smiled and crushed the heart in his hand. He also crushed the hope of the Finger Demon Butcher. His cold voice came into the ears of the Finger Demon Butcher, "When I escaped here, I killed more than sixty policemen and seventeen professional special soldiers. In my eyes, you are as fragile as a child. "
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