A week later, the World Fighting Games is in full swing, with 27 matches already completed.
The number of participants in each game is about 100. Nearly 3,000 people have died so far, and 17 winners have been decided, 10 of whom have gained supernatural powers.
Why are there only 17 winners in 27 games?
The main reason is death due to serious injuries. A real fight to the death is not a game, and the health bar will not be fully restored after victory. Often after a fight, no one is intact, and fatal injuries are common. Therefore, if they want to survive, they must not only kill others, but also ensure that they themselves are not too seriously injured.
Apart from this, the only thing left is to comprehend a certain rhythm from the fragments of the Heavenly Dao and thus gain a certain level of cultivation.
The vitality of a cultivator is unmatched by ordinary people. Even those in the Qi training stage can withstand injuries far more than ordinary people, and can endure many fatal injuries.
The above information has been sorted out on the Internet and a very detailed guide has been made. Many online bloggers have filmed related videos to teach people how to kill with every strike, how to escape or play dead in the venue. The former bloggers of digital electronics, food psychology, etc. have suddenly become masters of traditional martial arts and martial arts masters.
Maybe it's all just talk, and those who listen to them will definitely die miserably. But it is enough to show the popularity of this game. The "World Fighting Series" can be seen almost everywhere there is an Internet connection.
Whether you are on a two-dimensional platform, a political platform, a social platform, or even an illegal pornographic website, as long as there is a place for discussion, there will be discussions about fighting competitions.
There is a desire for bonuses, criticism of this barbaric behavior, and more of a desire for supernatural power. From ancient times to the present, the pursuit of supernatural power has never been cut off, from kings and generals to ordinary people without exception.
Portraits of the martial arts tournament winners hang on the walls that were once covered in graffiti, and the huge advertising screens beside the highway also broadcast the competition footage.
The betting items of the World Martial Arts Tournament were also posted in the betting shops on the street. Betting on the number of people who would survive after a certain number of minutes, the end time, and the winner, with the odds being at least 50 times.
The odds for civilian children and women are often thousands of times higher, and those for adult men are generally 30 times higher. Some people who look very strong or have special professions have odds of 10 times or so. For example, the odds for a heavyweight boxing champion are only 1.5 times higher, which is ridiculously low.
A man in a shabby suit stood in front of the betting shop with a few banknotes in his hand.
"gentlemen."
A male voice with a hint of childishness came from behind.
The man in the suit turned around and saw a boy wearing tattered clothes, about 1.6 meters tall, and no older than 16 years old.
"Where did the little dog come from?"
Dog kids is a derogatory name for street kids. They live in garbage dumps like stray dogs, begging in trash cans everywhere, so they are called dog kids. Of course, there is another meaning. The children are dogs and the parents who abandoned them are even more dogs.
Long Shaoming didn't react much to this title, as he had been used to it since he was a child.
"Sir, do you want to bet on the contestants of the World Fighting Championship?"
"What's it got to do with you?" The man still had a bad face. Long Shaoming said calmly, "My name is Long Shaoming. Sir, you can buy me. Just give me 100 sou to buy a piece of bread to fill my stomach. I will repay you ten thousand times."
"I don't care what you call me, get out of here."
The man in the suit said with a hint of impatience, and then he realized what was happening and asked, "Wait, you're going to make an appearance?"
The man is a veteran gambler. For him, the most attractive thing about gambling is the high odds. Many people who don’t buy eggs will pay special attention to the highest odds.
The odds for the elderly were as high as 5,000 times, followed by the odds for minors at 3,000 times. If the child in front of him were to appear, the odds would start at at least 2,000 times.
Long Shaoming nodded slightly and stretched out his right hand: "Sir, do you want to gamble? Even if you only buy 1,000 yuan, you will have 2 million (about 210,000 Shenzhou currency)."
"If you really want to go on stage, you won't be able to come down once you get up." The man in the suit was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party was really going to go on stage.
Although the World Fighting Series is called a competition, it is actually a bloody fight to the death. More than 100 people go up and only one can survive. Many so-called veteran professional boxers may not survive, let alone a child.
"I will win." Long Shaoming and Zhang Xixi's faces were filled with inexplicable confidence, a confidence that was disproportionate to his body that had been malnourished for years.
"All I need is a full meal and you can get 2 million. It's a very good deal."
The man in the suit took out a 100-yuan note from his wallet and handed it to Long Shaoming, saying with a gloomy face, "Use it to buy a piece of bread and forget about going on stage. You have finally lived this long, there is no need to die now."
"Since I have made the promise, I cannot go back on my word." Long Shaoming put away the 100 yuan, bowed and turned away.
"Sir, remember to buy me. My name is Long Shaoming."
It wasn't until the young man disappeared from the background that the man in the suit came to his senses. He walked into the betting shop and started placing bets on today's players.
There were 128 people in total, and only one of them had odds of 3,000 times.
The contestant's name is Long Shaoming, and his photo looks exactly like the boy he just met.
"What the hell. No way??"
The man in the suit had a dull look in his eyes. He originally thought that the man was here to get free food and drinks, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually go on stage.
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