Chapter 103 Origin

"Hit the head, you idiot!"

"Yes, that's it, haha, kill him!"

In the brightly lit venue, there was a cold octagonal iron cage in the center.

In the cage, two strong men were fighting fiercely like wild beasts. Outside the cage, a group of spectators in suits and ties were cheering excitedly.

Muscles and fists collided, blood and sweat intertwined. The fighting in the octagonal cage became more and more cruel, and the atmosphere in the venue became more and more heated. When the shouting reached its climax, a man in the cage with his back covered with tattoos seized the opportunity to strike. Kick forward and kick the opponent firmly in the chest, causing the opponent to hit the wall of the octagonal cage hard under the heavy blow.

In the buzzing and trembling of the Octagon, the opponent fell down and lay on the cold ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Seeing that the winner was decided, shouts and curses from the audience rang out loudly, and the referee standing outside the cage was about to enter. The field declares victory or defeat.

The tattooed man in the cage suddenly walked a few steps in front of his opponent lying on the ground. A trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes as he looked down at the figure below. He raised his knees high, aimed at the opponent's head on the ground and stepped down heavily.

Bang ~

A muffled sound came, but it was not the sound of stepping on the head, but the sound of the soles of the feet falling on the floor. The moment the tattooed man's feet fell, the opponent who should have been unconscious on the ground suddenly rolled over and avoided this fatal blow. hit.

After dodging the attack, the opponent on the ground quickly stretched out his palm, clasped the tattooed man's ankle tightly with his fingers like eagle claws, and then pulled hard.

A piece of flesh was torn off, and the tattooed man fell to the ground while screaming. The numbness caused by stamping his right foot on the ground slowed his reaction for a moment, but it was this moment of delay that caused his right Achilles tendon to be directly torn off. .

After the tattooed man fell to the ground, the fear in his heart quickly overcame the pain in his feet. He knew that his opponent's attack had not stopped yet, so he was about to roll over and change his position, but at this time, a shoe sole had already dilated sharply in his pupils. .

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The sound of stamping continued to sound from the ring. A tall figure stood on the edge of the octagonal cage, stamping his right leg steadily and regularly until the tattooed man's neck was violently trampled and his head separated from his body. Only then did he stop stamping on the ground, put the bloody sole of his right foot on the tattooed man's cold chest and wiped the blood stains. Then the man raised his head and looked around at the audience.

The bloody and cruel scene in the octagonal cage and the cold eyes of the man looking around made the whole venue quiet for a moment, and then more violent cheers sounded again, almost breaking through the roof. Amidst the cheers, some short referees hurriedly ran Entering the octagonal cage, looking over the dead bodies on the ground, he raised the arm of the only winner in the ring.

"The winner is, Xinhuo!!"

"Fire fire!" "Fire fire!"

As the referee's announcement sounded, Xin Huo's name was shouted by the audience. The spectators in suits and ties all had flushed faces and enthusiastic expressions. They looked more like a group of beasts than the one in the cage.

In the audience, a man who looked exactly like the winner in the Octagon was sitting quietly. He did not cheer and shout with the spectators around him, but stared at the center of the ring with complicated eyes. The man closed his eyes and enjoyed the cheers. The winner.

"It's really weird looking at myself from this angle."

Xu Yue looked at his past self and couldn't help but complain softly. Now he was in a place similar to the spiritual world, watching his past memories emerge bit by bit.

After activating the blank medal on the Sun Chaser, his vision went dark and he lost consciousness. When the picture appeared in front of him again, what he saw were scenes of his past experiences.

While he was complaining, the scene in front of him changed again. The noisy venue turned into a simple lounge. Xin Huo, who had just come off the boxing ring, was sitting on a soft stool and smearing the red mark on his chest with medicated oil. The door of the lounge It was pushed open violently, and a plump figure rushed in from the door.

"Xinhuo, did I tell you before going on stage that you are going to lose this game, you are going to lose!"

"What are you doing? Do you know how much money this boss has lost? What the hell are you..."

Before the fat man could finish his angry curse, he suddenly felt chilled all over. Only then did he notice that Xin Huo in front of him was staring at him calmly. Recalling the performance of the evil star opposite him in the ring before, he swallowed. He was drooling, and his anger was as if it had been poured over by a basin of cold water, and he didn't dare to curse anymore.

Xinhuo saw the fat man at the door take half a step back and calmed down before speaking calmly:

"He wanted to kill me."

The tone was very calm, but it made the fat man speechless. Thinking back to the tattooed man's first kick on the ring, the fat man said a little sarcastically:

"Okay, okay, but you are too aggressive. Anyway, the boss is very unhappy."

"The boss has spoken. Since you are so good at fighting, the next ten rounds you take on will be life and death matches. If you can survive after ten rounds, not only will the matter be wiped out this time, the boss will also be able to solve your problem of having no identity. Question, do you understand?”

Xin Huo on the soft bench did not answer immediately, but stared at the fat man's eyes for a long time before nodding lightly.

"good!"

In the corner of the lounge, Xu Yue looked at the familiar scene in front of him, and thoughts came to his mind. This incident was the direct cause of his death in the ring. As the fat man said later, he fought in life and death matches nine times in a row. , won nine out of nine fights, but he lost the tenth time and died due to drugging by one of his own people. He was beaten to the point of death in the boxing ring, his body was thrown into the wilderness, and he was finally summoned by Paradise.

………

The lounge disappeared in front of my eyes, and an empty factory building emerged in the darkness.

In the center of the factory building, a man covered in blood was tied to a pillar, surrounded by seven or eight men with knives and sticks. Two of them were strong men holding steel sticks, hitting the tied man's abdomen with steel sticks again and again.

The sound of hitting, groaning, and scolding echoed back and forth in this empty factory building.

"You are very good at fighting, ah! Keep resisting."

"Damn, you are really tough. I have been beating you for half an hour, and you don't say a word. Mouse, you come, keep beating."

As he said, a man in a flowered shirt stopped beating, shook his sore arms, and threw the steel stick to the little brother next to him who looked a little sharp-nosed and monkey-faced.

"Put your all."

"Okay!"

The mouse responded and continued to hit the man tied to the pillar.

After the torture lasted for more than ten minutes, a crisp sound of footsteps was heard at the factory door. A group of three people walked in from the gate, led by a middle-aged man who looked a bit gentle.

When everyone in the factory saw the middle-aged man, they all stopped what they were doing, stood still and bowed their heads, shouting.

"Hello, boss!"

The strong man in a flowered shirt jumped up from his chair, trotted all the way to the middle-aged man, and asked respectfully.

"Boss, why are you here? This place is dirty and messy. If you have something to say, just tell me. Why do you have to come to this dirty place in person?"

"Ah Hu, I heard that your dog-catching team of ten people was knocked down by one person yesterday?"

Faced with the boss's gentle question, the man in the flowered shirt broke out in a cold sweat and quickly explained:

"Boss, it's not that we are useless, it's really that this guy is too good at fighting. He knocked down ten people in the alley alone and killed two of my brothers. He was stabbed five times and was not hurt at all. In the end, we had to use guns to take this guy down."

"Oh?" After hearing Ah Hu's reply, the boss was a little surprised. He walked slowly to the center of the factory and looked at the man tied to the pillar covered in blood.

"Is this the guy? He won't be beaten to death."

"Don't worry, boss. This guy is too tough. He was stabbed five times and shot twice, but he still had the strength to run away. He won't die so easily."

"Interesting. He looks like a martial artist."

The boss got closer and looked at the man on the pillar carefully. He was tall and muscular, especially the muscles on his arms. The lines were as clear as Roman statues. Although his face was covered with blood, it was still possible to see that his face was tough. He should be no more than 20 years old.

"Chinese? Have you found out where he came from?"

"This guy suddenly appeared a few days ago. He has no identity information and can't even speak the local language, but he can speak English. He has been wandering the streets for the past few days, so he was noticed by our dog catching team. We originally thought that he was strong and wanted to catch him and throw him into the flour mill, but we didn't expect him to be so good at fighting."

"He should have smuggled in. I guess he committed something over there. His original identity is no longer usable, so he ran to our side to make a living."

"Heh, interesting."

After learning about his origins, the boss didn't mind the blood and dirt. He reached out and grabbed the tied man's hair, forcing the man's eyes to look at him. He whispered:

"Do you want to live or die?"

After waiting for a while, the man's weak but firm voice rang out in the factory.

"Want to live!"

"Haha, good, if you want to live, follow me and fight in my place. As long as you have the ability, you will not die."

"I am too lazy to ask about your past. Now, think of a new name for yourself."

"Xinhuo."

The middle-aged man looked at the still bright eyes in the blood for a long time before letting go of the dark red hair in his hand.

"Okay, from today on, you are my boxer Xinhuo. Ah Hu, untie him and find someone to treat his injuries."

"Yes, boss."

Still in a corner, Xu Yue leaned against a wall, silently watching himself being beaten all over in the factory. It was the seventh day since he inexplicably crossed into this world, and it was also the most dangerous day. He almost died that day, and it was also the first time he killed someone in his life. The middle-aged man was the owner of the boxing ring whose neck he later broke with his own hands.

…………

The scene of the factory also collapsed like a bubble, and this time it appeared in a dark alley.

Xu Yue in the corner stared at the dark alley in front of him. This was the first scene he saw after crossing. He always wanted to know why he suddenly crossed. Now might be the time to solve the mystery.

Time passed by little by little under Xu Yue's gaze. Suddenly, some strange changes appeared in the deep alley. A light red crack slowly cracked in the void. A figure fell from the crack and fell to the ground and fainted.

After a while, a small white ball of light floated out from the head of the figure on the ground. A faint white ripple spread from the ball of light. After a few minutes, the ripple slowly returned.

A mechanical sound rang out in the alley.

[The world wall has been crossed and the host has arrived safely. ]

[The initial scan of the plane has been completed. It is a low-level technological civilization. No extraordinary ability system has been found for the time being. ]

[Air detection has been completed. No special energy has been detected. ]

[It is determined to be a low-level magic-free planet and is about to prepare for the world will invasion. ]

The mechanical sound disappeared, and then light red lines began to emerge from the light ball.

But just as he moved, a lightning bolt suddenly struck from the sky, and the white light ball was broken into pieces on the spot. The familiar paradise prompt sound rang out in the alley.

[An invasion of alien life was detected and eliminated. ]

I originally wanted to finish writing it in one day, but I can’t type anymore＼(`Δ’)／