The Finger Demon Butcher was dead!
The atmosphere in the audience that had just been stirred up dropped to a freezing point in an instant.
No one expected that the person with the unlucky number would win. Even more so, no one expected that the crazy Finger Demon Butcher would die and die so easily. In the hands of the owner of the unlucky number, the crazy Finger Demon Butcher was as fragile as a child.
Many of them were rubbing their eyes hard. They still couldn't believe what they saw in front of them. They waited for so long just to see the humiliating and cruel killing methods of the Finger Demon Butcher. The scene of blood splattering and screams was what they were looking forward to the most.
However, the Finger Demon Butcher, who had created countless exciting scenes for everyone, died in just a moment. A large number of people didn't even see it clearly.
Everyone stared blankly at Qin Fen, the owner of the forty-four tag. He calmly walked down the ring and arrived before the bearded man, who had a face of shock just like him. He handed over his tag and said, "Please arrange the next match for me. I need money."
Qin Fen's voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to spread throughout the hall that had a particularly good echo.
"You … you killed the Finger Demon Butcher … you can already earn a lot of money." The stubble man took out three thousand yuan and put it in front of Qin Fen, "This is all yours."
"Not enough, I need a lot of money." Qin Fen simply threw the number on the other party's table, "Please arrange the next match for me."
"Oh … okay." The stubble man quickly entered Qin Fen's number into the computer again.
The eyes of other boxers were also filled with surprise. The person with the unlucky number actually won and killed the Finger Demon Butcher cleanly.
They couldn't believe that number forty-four, who won, didn't take the money to have fun but chose to continue fighting instead.
Fighting twice in a day was rare in [Gruesome Madness]. After all, every battle needed to adjust the spirit and physical strength to the peak. It was difficult for a person to have a peak several times a day.
Vincent raised his fat hand and subconsciously touched his heart under the thick fat. He recalled the situation in the hotel not long ago with some lingering fear.
'If … If that man had been a little more ruthless …' Vincent swallowed his saliva to calm his heart that was about to jump out of his mouth.
The third underground floor wasn't a place for spectators to watch martial arts duels. Instead, it was filled with rows of surveillance cameras. Many staff members didn't dare to relax as they stared at the monitors.
In the basement three, there was a spacious office.
The man sitting in the office with a glass of red wine was the boss of [Gruesome Madness], Ma Kaqiao.
A hurried knock on the door interrupted his mood of tasting the red wine.
The person who walked in saluted Ma Kaqiao like a soldier and said, "General, the Devil Finger Butcher is dead."
"Dead?"
Ma Kaqiao, who was sitting in the boss chair, reached out to touch his shiny head and asked expressionlessly, "He's unlucky? Did you draw the unlucky Chen Feiyu or the vicious Bian Lice? "
"Neither. He drew the new number forty-four."
Ma Kaqiao finally showed a trace of interest. He took a sip of wine and said, "Oh? Bad luck number? How's the injury of number forty-four? To be able to kill the Devil Finger Butcher, it seems that his strength is not bad. "
The reporting person looked a little worried. This general didn't have a good temper. If the answer given to him was different from what he guessed every time, the reporting person wouldn't have a good ending.
After a slight hesitation, the reporting person saw Ma Kaqiao's gaze that was as sharp as a knife. He quickly said, "He … he wasn't injured. With just one attack, he grabbed the Devil Finger Butcher's heart out. And the Devil Finger Butcher didn't even know he lost his heart."
"What?" The red wine in Ma Kaqiao's hand produced a slight ripple. "One attack and the Devil Finger Butcher died? And he died under the battle technique that he was best at? Interesting. I'll go take a look. "
Ma Kaqiao walked out of the office with his head lowered. He came to the front of the monitor and happened to see the match up table: number forty-four VS Merciless Chen Feiyu.
Ma Kaqiao looked at the staff member beside him and there was a little more surprise between his brows. "Two matches a day?"
"Reporting to the general. According to him, he was short of money."
Hearing the title of general, Ma Kaqiao nodded happily. In a place like the Golden Triangle, only gangsters used titles such as boss or big brother. People with real status were called general.
Although Ma Kaqiao's strength was still a little insufficient to be called general, he could still enjoy the supreme glory here.
"Short of money?" Ma Kaqiao sat on the chair that the others brought over and smoked a big Cuban cigar. "Although he killed the Devil Finger Butcher, number forty-four is still an unlucky number plate. It was hard enough to fight two matches in a row, but he encountered Merciless Chen Feiyu. He's the real king of battle on this floor. He's even better than Bian Lice. "
Everyone nodded in agreement. Before Chen Feiyu came to Gruesome Madness, he had stayed in other places similar to Gruesome Madness. Anyone who fought with him died in battle. No one was able to escape from the ring alive. Not even a single one of them was seriously injured.
Although he wasn't as cruel and perverted as the Devil Finger Butcher, his efficiency was far higher than the Devil Finger Butcher's. He was also the only one among all the boxers on the second basement floor who didn't have a living opponent leave the ring.
Fighting with such a person at the peak of five-star level, even if it was a one-on-one battle in the first round, no one would be optimistic that No. 44 would win, not to mention that he had just fought once. His mental state might not be at its peak when he fought.
Chen Feiyu saw Qin Fen as his opponent, but his face showed a rare dignified look. He stood up and moved his body gently, adjusting the various functions of his body.
He was different from the Devil Finger Butcher. He would seriously prepare for every battle. Even if the opponent was someone who had fought once, he wouldn't relax and give the opponent any chance.
As the former five-star overlord of the Ultimate Battlefield and the current number one five-star powerhouse of Gruesome Madness, strength alone wasn't enough. He couldn't be less cautious.
Qin Fen returned to his seat and continued to hug Lin Ling quietly. He looked like he was whispering sweet nothings to her. He didn't have any awareness of the upcoming battle of life and death.
Many people saw that he still couldn't leave a woman in such a situation. The shock of him killing coldly was greatly reduced.
A man who only knew how to be sweet with a woman, a man who didn't know when to prioritize, what could he achieve? This was the thought in the hearts of almost all the audience.
Of course, a small number of people were also suspecting that this number forty-four was just pretending to be relaxed to deceive people.
After a while, it was Qin Fen's turn to go to the ring again.
The noisy audience just now quieted down at this moment. People were a little curious. Could this young man with the unlucky number plate create another miracle and defeat the best fighter on the second basement floor?
As usual, Merciless Chen Feiyu used the Divine Ape Climbing Tree style and jumped directly to the ring. He put his hands behind his back and looked down at Qin Fen, who used the dragon-shaped movement technique to get on the ring.
A few days ago, Qin Fen gradually fell in love with the Dragon Fist after fighting with the veterans non-stop.
The dragon was the king.
Its shape was generous and bright. Its strength was unparalleled.
Many of the veterans practiced the Dragon Fist, but each one was different.
Some practiced the Azure Dragon Fist, some practiced the Coiling Dragon Fist, and some practiced the Oolong Fist, Fire Dragon Fist, Dragon Sovereign Fist, and Golden Dragon Fist.
Although he couldn't formally consult the veterans, Qin Fen's martial senses were superb. He could feel part of the trick of the opponent's strength through the collision vibration when he fought with the opponent. After the number of collisions increased, the secret of the opponent's fist technique was no longer a secret.
Although Qin Fen hadn't integrated them systematically and created his own Dragon Fist after many days of stealing, the foundation of the Dragon Fist was very authentic. It was easy for others to think that his fist technique was specialized in the Dragon Fist at first glance.
Chen Feiyu saw Qin Fen's pace and his face became particularly careful. He felt that although Qin Fen's dragon form was orthodox, it was a bit mixed. It wasn't that the dragon form wasn't pure, but it seemed to be a mix of different dragon forms, a bit of a hodgepodge.
A gong sounded.
Chen Feiyu took a small stance and stared at Qin Fen cautiously. He didn't choose to take the initiative to attack. He felt that he couldn't see through the opponent.
He found that watching number forty-four from the side was completely different from facing him face-to-face.
Now, Chen Feiyu suddenly had a feeling that he was looking up at a mountain.
He thought that this feeling was very absurd. He was twenty-seven years old. Although his strength couldn't reach the One-Inch Force due to some reasons, he had gone through countless battles. He knew that he had no opponents among the five-stars.
But today … The moment he faced Qin Fen, he suddenly felt that he couldn't win at all.
As time passed, the audience held their breath and observed carefully for fear of missing a good show. Then, they gradually lost their patience.
Chen Feiyu, who had always been decisive and confident in the arena, turned into a turtle today.
"Hey! Are you going to fight or not? "
"Chen Feiyu! Attack! Kill this number forty-four newcomer. "
"Number forty-four, aren't you very fierce? Kill Chen Feiyu. "
The audience began to shout incessantly. Sweat gradually appeared on Chen Feiyu's forehead.
A few seconds later, he retracted his stance and let out a long sigh. If he attacked as soon as he got on the stage, he would still have a little courage.
But as the confrontation dragged on, he found that he didn't even have the courage to attack. If he continued to force himself to attack now, he would only end up like the Finger Demon Butcher.
Chen Feiyu's eyes were full of unwillingness. He sighed powerlessly, "You won …"
I won?
I won just like that?
Many audience members were dumbfounded. In the first battle, number forty-four at least attacked once.
In the second battle, number forty-four didn't even need to make a move and he won?
Chen Feiyu got off the stage sadly and packed his belongings. He knew that he couldn't stay here anymore. Just like in the Ultimate Battlefield before, he would only be ridiculed if he stayed here after losing. His state of mind would also suffer a major blow, and he would easily die during the battle.
He also knew that he had to leave here quickly. When he was the king here, the forces of Gruesome Madness would take care of him. But now that he was defeated … this force would no longer protect him. Then, many potential dangers would also flow in the dark.
After packing his clothes, he looked back at Qin Fen, who was collecting money, with envy.
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