Counterfeit Hero

The noisy sound was like the roar of a battleship, and the arc-shaped stands in front of the room covered the whole arena.

The entire fighting arena gradually gathered upwards in a figure-eight shape. Honeycomb-like glass stands were densely arranged around it. Every window was a crazy world filled with crazy nobles. How could the nobles at this time still have the grace and etiquette at the ball? They had been aroused by the bloody fighting in the venue and were all crazy. They were like a group of madmen who were stimulated to the extreme. They collectively waved their fists holding the betting slips and were intoxicated and hysterical.

And in the huge fighting arena at the bottom, a bloody gladiatorial fight is taking place!

The circular sand field was illuminated by huge spotlights. A circular field was formed between the large circular arena in the center and the surrounding walls of the fighting arena. The field was divided into eight pieces. In the middle of each small field, There are two people catching and killing each other!

This is not a boxing match, nor is it a black market boxing match. This is the most brutal and brutal fight, a real fight!

In the dust, the prisoners had red eyes, howling, and every punch and kick was extremely brutal. The walls surrounding the venue were covered with shocking blood stains. Most of these blood stains are in the shape of spatters, and some are in the shape of large lumps. They are the marks left by the opponent grabbing his head and knocking it against the wall, or the whole body leaning against the wall and slowly sliding down.

In the field, some prisoners could no longer lift their hands and were gritting their teeth to support themselves. There was also a prisoner whose leg was broken by an opponent and was howling desperately while holding his leg bent at a weird angle. This sound is like a wounded and wailing beast, miserable and desperate.

However, their opponents, without exception, did not have any mercy.

On the contrary, they had the upper hand and were attacking with the ferocity of wild beasts. They struck without mercy, punching to the flesh, hitting the opponent's weakest point until the opponent gave up or blood foam came out of the corner of his mouth. That proves that this opponent has no room for resistance anymore. His internal organs have suffered a fatal blow. If he is not rescued in time, there will only be one end, and that is under the indifferent gaze of the opponent and the crazy shouts of the nobles. , twitching, dying in the dust.

The last mark left by the dead prisoners on this world is the black and dirty bloodstains formed by the blood dripping from their mouths on the soil, and their bodies being dragged through the sand when they were dragged away like dead dogs. Mark of.

There is no sympathy, no pity, in this world, all the beautiful words of human beings are a kind of irony.

An Lei lay blankly on the glass of the stands, watching a familiar figure lying there quietly, motionless in the third field. Blood flowed from his nostrils and corners of his mouth, foaming, and dyeing the patch of soil where his head was black and red. His naked upper body was covered with mud and footprints, his black hair was messy and dirty, like a bird's nest that had been hit by bricks, and one of his hands was still in a position to protect his head.

An Lei's world suddenly fell silent, and all the loud noises in the arena disappeared. In her eyes, there was only the body that had lost all signs of life. Tears fell uncontrollably from his eyes, and the knuckles of his fingers pressed against the glass lost their color because of too much force.

Susan almost immediately noticed An Lei, who was in extreme grief. Seeing An Lei's big tears falling, she followed An Lei's line of sight in disbelief. The mechanic named Zhang Yuan was so quiet. Lying in the dirt, humble and insignificant. His opponent was sitting less than five meters away from him, recharging his energy and preparing to face the winners of other games.

Susan lost all her strength and slowly knelt down in front of the glass of the stand, her mind going blank. She watched helplessly as her best friend walked into a nightmare, but she was unable to do anything about it. The outcome was already doomed and everything was irreversible.

The two girls stared blankly in this man's world, no one noticed them, and their tears could not stop this tragic wrestling.

The killing continued, and another prisoner collapsed under the crazy attack of his opponent. This not-so-tall prisoner completely lost the ability and will to fight back. He could no longer even utter a groan, allowing his tall and strong opponent to hit him on the head again and again with his big fist. Blood splashed in the air along with the wounds on the corners of his eyes, cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. After a few seconds, the swaying prisoner finally collapsed. His head hit the sandy ground hard and bounced back up. When he fell again, he was lifeless.

This was the last opponent to be knocked down, and as he fell to the ground, a burst of cheers erupted in the fighting arena. As several separation walls shrank into the walls beside the field, the original eight small fields became four, and the second stage of the competition began.

The prisoners who surrendered left the fighting arena through a dog hole-like entrance, while the dead prisoners continued to stay where they were. In this fighting competition, these corpses were originally a kind of prop, a prop that made the nobles tremble all over and became extremely excited. Such a bloody scene can inspire the most brutal and bloody things in any noble's heart, making this game more enjoyable to watch.

When the partition wall was retracted, the prisoners in the two adjacent fighting arenas were like beasts merged into one cage, rushing together ferociously. They attacked and bit each other with their hands, feet, knees and teeth. With. Here, there are no tactics or strategies. These prisoners must use all their strength and momentum to suppress each other. Whoever is intimidated by the other party will be mercilessly destroyed.

After the bloody and fierce battle, the partition walls of the fighting arena changed again, and the four fighting venues turned into two semi-circular venues. The four prisoners who had just won the victory will face new opponents without any breathing space. .

By this time the prisoners were exhausted. The opening of the partition wall allowed them to see each other, but they did not rush forward immediately like they did in the first two rounds. Everyone was panting and desperately trying to gain time to recover. They knew that what they were about to face was a vicious dog that had already tasted blood.

Susan kept staring at Zhang Yuan's opponent, the tall man with tattoos all over his body. This man was obviously a veteran with rich experience in the battlefield. He struck quickly and decisively. During the confrontation, every time his fist struck, it was straight. Go to the opponent's vital point. Such as the throat, eyes, lower body, and back of the head, the attacks were vicious and fierce, and the ability to resist blows was also very strong. Several times, Susan thought he would be knocked down, but he just acted as if nothing happened. .

Susan had never hated someone so much. She didn't know the dead mechanic, but she knew that her best friend was crying in grief, and was watching her lover lying in the fighting arena, turning into a cold corpse, and what caused all this, It was the criminal prisoner in the field who single-handedly destroyed An Lei's hope!

The tattooed man began to move, having the best stamina of all the remaining prisoners. Because in the first round of fighting, it only took him less than three minutes to beat the fat man with the tortoise punch to death, and he got more rest time than anyone else.

He quickly approached the panting new opponent, unhurriedly, calmly and calmly, like a dangerous snake, snaking coldly and launching a fatal attack as long as he got to the right distance.

His opponent had sensed the danger and quickly adjusted his posture, vigilantly annotating every move of the tattooed man.

When the short distance between them finally disappeared, the two men attacked each other without hesitation. All the power in their bodies was aroused, and the sound of the fist hitting the head was terrifying. Blood dripped from the faces of the two people drop by drop. The faces that were originally blurred by the dried blood and mud became more and more hideous and terrifying.

In the end, the tattooed man's physical strength gave him the upper hand. When he dodged his opponent's excessive attack and hit his opponent's head with a heavy punch, almost everyone could hear the dull impact. The sound was like a hammer smashing a watermelon. Blood spattered on the separation wall, and the tattooed man's opponent fell into a coma in an instant, falling heavily to the ground like a tattered sack.

The tattooed man didn't stop. Amid the constant surrender sounds from the opponent's coach, he slowly walked up to his opponent and kicked him one after another. The only place he kicked was on the head. In this duel arena, no one can leave without the simultaneous surrender of "coach" and "player". This rule caused many players who were forced to play to die in despair.

The tattooed man's opponent had become silent, and his entire head was kicked so hard that the original shape was no longer visible. Susan looked at An Lei, whose eyes were vacant and dull, and the nails in her hands dug into her palms. She finally knew how the mechanic Zhang Yuan was beaten to death!

So cruel, so bloody, so heinous! She looked around and looked at the crazy nobles on the glass stand. Her heart became colder and colder, and she slowly sank to the bottom. Gacharin, this is Gacharin!

She looked beyond the crowd and looked at the top row of golden stands.

Father, is this your favorite entertainment? .