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Failure meant death. It was impossible for a dead person to compete again!
The death rate of underground boxing was very high. On the surface, only one out of two would survive, which meant that there was a 50% survival rate …
In fact, every underground boxing fighter needed to win a hundred matches and kill a hundred opponents before they could leave the ring alive.
Each time, there was only a 50% chance of survival. After a hundred matches, the chances of surviving were very small.
This was because every black fist fighter was very vigilant. They didn't dare to relax, even if they were facing a seemingly weak opponent.
Especially when the opponent he was facing had a very good battle record. He couldn't underestimate them even a little bit …
One victory did not mean anything, but dozens of victories were very telling. Today's two boxers were masters with dozens of victories. They must have some special skills.
Bang bang bang ~ ~
After a simple probe, the two boxers had a little bit of understanding of their opponents. Next, it could be said that they had entered the real duel.
For a while, the two gradually launched their killing moves. They were all greeting the opponent. There was only one purpose … to kill the opponent.
The African lion was very strong. Every time he attacked, the power was strong and unparalleled. It made people feel incomparably powerful. His punches were accompanied by the sound of the wind.
Sometimes, when he punched out, his fist would hit the steel cage. The entire arena could feel the ground trembling. Even the cage was trembling. It could be seen how terrifying the power of this punch was.
Such terrifying power. If it could hit steel with such a strong force, it could be imagined what kind of reaction it would have when it hit a human body.
Therefore, every time he threw a punch, the Nordic giant would try his best to dodge. If he really couldn't dodge, he could only use his more durable body to take one or two hits. However, it still made him grit his teeth in pain.
The Nordic giant was not bad either. In terms of strength, he could not compare with the African lion, but his arms and legs were long. Therefore, every time the African lion hit him, he would have to suffer a few kicks or punches first.
Therefore, the battle was in a stalemate. For the time being, there was no clear advantage to be seen …
"African lion, get rid of that big guy …"
"Big guy, kill that black bastard!"
The audience was extremely excited. Each of them had their own supporters, who were roaring and shouting crazily. From time to time, they would throw "weapons" such as mineral water bottles at the steel cage.
Of course, these "weapons" couldn't be thrown into the cage. They fell down when they hit the cage.
This was a boxing match that did not allow the use of weapons. Naturally, the contestants would not be able to take advantage of any loopholes. Otherwise, the fairness of the match would not be guaranteed.
If it was a boxing match that allowed the use of props, the holes in the cage would be much larger. Not only could these bottles be thrown in, but also things like knives and daggers could be thrown in.
In order to increase the enthusiasm of the audience, the boxing venue would even specially prepare these props for the audience to throw …
Pu ~ ~
Just when the match was in a stalemate, the African lion, who had been attacking fiercely, suddenly played a dirty trick. The fist that was originally thrusting forward suddenly turned into a claw, and it could be vaguely seen that his fingernails seemed to be a little longer than the average person's.
The tip of the fingernails was very sharp and had a metallic luster …
"F * ck, this black bastard is playing dirty …"
This change was very sudden, and it was completely unexpected.
The claw was only a little away from the Nordic giant's abdomen.
With the strength of the African lion, coupled with these little tricks, if the claw hit, the African lion's claw would definitely pierce directly into the opponent's abdomen …
For such a fight between masters, such a serious injury was basically a fatal blow.
Therefore, when they saw this scene, many of the audience who supported the Nordic giant began to scold. After all, they had placed a heavy bet. No one wanted to lose money.
Even Kong Er was no exception. He immediately jumped up and looked at the changes in the arena with a nervous expression …
In the blink of an eye …
Seeing that the Nordic giant was about to suffer a great loss, this man had indeed crawled out from a pile of corpses. He suddenly swung his arm, and before the African lion's claws were about to pierce his abdomen, he slammed into it …
Slash ~ ~
The force of this collision was not very strong. After all, it was done in a hurry. However, it still had some effect.
The claw that could have pierced the Nordic giant's abdomen directly deviated a little and only slashed across his abdomen, leaving a deep wound.
Blood immediately spurted out as if it was free of charge, leaving a trail of blood on the ring …
"Good job, black bastard. Tear that damn big guy to pieces …"
"Roar ~ ~"
"Come on, black bastard …"
Such a scene immediately made the audience boil, especially those who supported the African lion. They were even more excited and cheered.
In such a bloody boxing match, the most exciting thing was these bloody scenes. From this moment onwards, the audience was even more excited than the boxers …
The men roared and roared crazily, while the women made a series of "moaning" sounds. Suddenly, the atmosphere at the scene became even more intense.
"Roar ~ ~ ~ Good job, black bastard. I have high hopes for you!
Get rid of that big guy … "
At this moment, Qu Yuancheng, who had always been a gentleman, had also thrown away his usual disguise and completely relaxed himself. He let out a series of angry roars, which was almost no different from the people around him.
"Kong Second, did you see that? I said that your eyesight was too bad. Now you see it …"
Of course, excitement was excitement. Qu Yuancheng would not give up such an opportunity to attack Kong Second and immediately mocked him.
"Hmph, what are you happy about? Isn't it just a small advantage?
The outcome has not been decided yet. What's the hurry … "
Kong Second's expression was not very good, but he would not show weakness. He immediately defended himself.
However, he was also a discerning person. When he saw the situation on the field, he naturally saw that the Nordic giant had suffered such an injury. Although it was not fatal, it had a great impact on him. He was probably not too far away from defeat …
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