Counterfeit Hero

On the other side of the fighting arena, a stocky little man also seized the opportunity. During the fight, he grabbed his opponent's hair. After a knee strike was blocked by his opponent, he lifted his leg and hit his opponent's groin. This kick was hard and poisonous, and his opponent immediately screamed and fell down. The short man didn't mean to be soft at all. He grabbed the opponent's head, which had become as soft as noodles. In full view of everyone, he twisted his opponent's neck with a mistake of his hands.

The tragedy in the fighting arena further aroused the enthusiasm of the nobles. They high-fived each other or cursed loudly in the stands, roaring and roaring with the crowd. If the entire fighting arena had not used an all-steel frame structure, thickening and reinforcing key parts without fear of wasting materials, and even using supercarbide, it would have collapsed by the huge vibration.

Because there was only one game on Saturday, the prison made elaborate arrangements to include many "coaches" who didn't know their players. Several prison forces with deep hatreds are concentrated in this scene. Except for the Keno forces’ massive killing spree on Tuesday, which left five dead and six disabled, this game was more exciting than all the games from Wednesday to Friday combined.

So far, five people have been lying in the shooting range, and all the prisoners who surrendered have broken hands and feet. In the final battle, the two prisoners who killed two people respectively will have no reason to show mercy, and their collision will be as exciting as the collision of planets.

The two prisoners who fought to the end were completely exhausted. According to the rules, the two prisoners were allowed five minutes to rest on the spot before the final showdown. The guards in the central control room of the fighting arena were about to activate the signal light for a temporary break. Suddenly, the images on the monitor stunned them. At this time, the fighting arena, which had been boiling, suddenly became silent.

The nobles looked at each other in shock, horror, confusion, and confusion. The scene they saw made them unable to describe their feelings.

The fat man who had been lying down in the fighting arena from the beginning actually stood up again! Wasn't he obviously beaten to death? And at that time, his death was so miserable. Everyone watched with their own eyes as the tattooed man knocked him down and kicked him on the head, kicking him to death!

There was still blood on the corner of his mouth, and there was a large pool of blood foam from vomiting where he had just been lying. How can you still stand up after being beaten like this? What kind of justice is this? How can anyone play with this? Who designed this? What else in this world is worth believing in? What is an axiom? How are our gambling tickets calculated? If you tear up the betting slip that was used to oppress the fat man, who will pay for it?

The most emotional ones were the two girls An Lei and Susan. When they saw the fat man who seemed to have stiffened his body suddenly come to life again, they felt as if they were in a car with a huge gap between them. The rail car, which was thousands of meters long, was suddenly lifted into the sky after a vertical landing.

Seeing a dead person suddenly come back to life in front of your eyes, the irreversible despair suddenly turned into joy. Such a mood is enough to drive people crazy!

Susan cried and hugged An Lei and jumped up and down, as if this was the only way to express her current joy. Her previous experience completely put her feelings between An Lei and Zhang Yuan, making her sad and happy for them. She even felt that all of this happened to herself. Seeing her beloved come back to life in her despair, she was so sad and happy that she could no longer control her emotions.

In the silent fighting arena, the tattooed man couldn't believe his eyes. More than an hour ago, he beat the fat, white-haired man to death with his own hands, and an hour later, the dead man crawled staggeringly in front of him. stand up.

The tattooed man made a decision quickly. Looking at the fat man, even if he stood up, he had no power to fight back. He quickly approached the fat man and wanted to kill the confused fat man again.

"You don't blame me. You had a chance to be carried down alive. Who told you to get up again after you fainted?" The tattooed man rushed to the fat man with a fierce smile. With just one punch, the fat man would fall down again. Get down!

The swiftly swung fist did not land hard on the fat man's face as expected. In mid-air, a fat palm grasped his fist tightly. Then, the tattooed man only felt that his face was like He was hit hard with a shovel, and his entire tall body was sent flying several meters away! He couldn't even feel the pain anymore, and the half of his face that had been slapped quickly deformed and became completely numb.

"Wow." He vomited, and the tattooed man involuntarily opened his mouth and spit out a few teeth mixed with blood.

"Boom!" The fighting arena was noisy like an explosion, and then fell into dead silence again.

No one dared to be sure that they were not dreaming. The nobles opened their mouths and stared like fish that were nailed to death.

Everyone could see clearly that the fat man who had no power to fight back just now knocked his opponent away with just one slap. That slap was so terrifying, it could be said that everyone present felt like they had been slapped hard in the face.

The sound of the slap is so loud, so crisp, and so shocking!

Shaking his dizzy head, the tattooed man got up. The fat man stood quietly without any intention of pursuing the victory. He allowed the tattooed man to stand up and stare at him with a vicious look. The tattooed man was not stupid. From this slap, he had already sensed danger. The left half of his face had been completely swollen and deformed. He also had hearing problems in his ears. He could even feel the blood flowing from his ears.

The swollen cheeks had squeezed the nose out of shape. After the numbness, the face was burning with pain. Even the wind felt like a knife cut, let alone touching it. The slap from the fat man was too harsh. The tattooed man gasped, his eyes wandering around the fat man's body. He glanced from the side of the fighting ring. There was his coach, who was also his boss and his best brother.

"Just try again, and if it doesn't work, surrender immediately. This fat guy is a little weird!" The tattooed man thought to himself, staring at the fat man's throat and vagina. In the hand-to-hand combat of the special forces, there are no other fancy skills. For combat behind enemy lines, the emphasis is on defeating the enemy with one move. The tattooed man adds hair to his lips. He practices these techniques every day. He has never failed to do so since he was imprisoned for a year.

The tattooed man was really unwilling to give up immediately in front of an opponent he had defeated easily just now! So, he pounced forward like lightning, his hands like pliers made of fine steel, going straight to the fat man's throat. As long as this hand grasps the vital part, no matter how powerful the enemy is, he can only open his eyes wide, cover his throat, make a "hissing" sound, and then fall helplessly! .

This scene was very familiar to the tattooed man. He had created the same scene countless times on the battlefield!

As he got closer, seeing that his hand was only a few centimeters away from the fat man's throat, the tattooed man couldn't help but reveal a sinister smile on his face! In the blink of an eye, this fat man will fall to the ground in front of him!

There will never be time to blink, because for the tattooed man, he will never have the chance to blink again. Just when his fingertips could almost feel the fat man's body temperature touching the fat man's skin, the fat man turned sideways and made an extremely fast straight punch. The protruding second joint of his middle finger shattered the tattooed man's Adam's apple.

For the fat man who had been lying on the ground, the tattooed man's movements and reactions at this time were already too slow! His exhaustion was killing him.

The nobles were shocked to see the tattooed prisoner, who was so majestic just now, with his eyes open and then fell into the flying dust unwillingly. This unexpected battle made them lose their thinking. No one expected that in a bloody gladiatorial battle, the prey would turn into the most ferocious predator. As fast as a lightning strike, Fatty's skills were completely different from those before.

"Fat man, I know this fat man!" A short noble Gacharin suddenly shouted. He jumped up and down, gesticulating like a juggling monkey, his face flushed with excitement: "Last time in Stephen I saw him at His Highness’s celebration ball! At that time, he also took out a mobile phone recording, talking about Carey and Martin..."

Just as he said this, the short nobleman suddenly remembered something, closed his mouth tightly, rolled his eyes and looked to one side. Kaili, the son of the Propaganda Minister, was standing in the stands not far from him, rushing towards him. He glared.

Hearing what the short noble said, several nobles who attended the ball all thought of the fat man and started talking about it.

"Hey, it's really that fat guy."

"I heard that this guy hooked up with Susan's dance teacher and was sent in by His Highness Bruce."

"Yes, it seems that we hooked up at that dance. He danced with An Lei at that time and attracted a lot of attention. Even though he is fat, he is a great dancer!"

"Really? That An Lei is Bruce's crush. How dare this fat man take a chance on her?"

"Hey, Fatty is a member of the Mythical Legion. Just like those domineering guys, is there anything they dare not do?"

"Shhh, keep your voice down!"

"What are you afraid of? Look, even after being sent to prison, I didn't see any reaction from the Mythical Legion. Hmph, you bully the weak and fear the strong!"

"***, I'm just afraid that they will bully us, the weak idiots!"

"Speaking of which, the people of the Mythical Legion are really not invincible. Look at Fatty's action just now. It was so shocking. It was an absolute fatal blow!"

"Hey, stop arguing. Look in the control room over there. Is that Bonnie?"

"Let me see, yes, it's her."

"What does she want to do?"

Bonnie stood in the control room, looking at the scene in the fighting arena, her mood was indescribably complicated. She couldn't understand how this mechanic Zhang Yuan could become so powerful after standing up again! The skill he showed just now can only be described as terrifying! When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, let alone myself, even Reinhard is no match for this fat man!

"Sleepwalking, Fatty is sleepwalking!"

"Hehe, how about it? I said you are right to suppress this guy!"

Bonnie vaguely heard the whispers of several guards beside her. She turned around and asked, "What's going on? What are you talking about about sleepwalking?"

One of the guards apologized and said with a smile: "Colonel, don't underestimate this fat man. He has a problem with sleepwalking. As soon as he is stimulated, he becomes extremely powerful. The last time the prisoners fought, more than a dozen people were knocked down by him alone. Got it!"

"Oh?" Bonnie nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Then you have put some bets on this guy?"

The guard and several companions looked at each other, smiled awkwardly and said: "His odds are one to two hundred, we are a little bit lower, haha."

Bonnie smiled slightly and said: "Then don't let him wake up and continue the game!"

The guards were overjoyed. With the help of people from the Mythical Legion to make a fortune, how could they still risk being half-hearted? With the operation of the console, all the partition walls in the fighting arena were retracted into the surrounding walls.

The short prisoner finally saw his opponent, a fat man standing there in a daze!

Before this, no one knew who their final opponent would be. Only sixteen people glanced at each other in the aisle when they walked out of the lounge. Because the fat man was really stupid, white and fat, the short man quickly noticed him. When passing by the fat man, the short man thought that the fat man must be the first to be eliminated! Especially when he saw the fat man and the tattooed man standing in the same aisle, he felt sad for the fat man.

The tattooed man was extremely familiar to the short man. They were both officers of Gacharin's Raging Bear Special Forces! The tattooed man was a captain before he was imprisoned, and the short man was also a captain. The two men each led a reinforced platoon, and they were life-and-death rivals! Later, because the soldiers led by both sides caused a tragedy in which 123 civilians and 16 soldiers were killed and hundreds of others were injured in a conflict, they were both thrown into prison!

In prison, the fight between the two people never stopped. They each took refuge in a force, and relied on the strict training they had received to quickly become the backbone of these forces!

This time, the short man originally thought that he would have a final showdown with his enemy. Unexpectedly, when the separation wall automatically shrank to the side with the mechanical pulling, what appeared in front of him was the man who looked as easy to bully as a piece of tofu. The fat man!

The short man's heart tightened inexplicably, and he immediately adjusted his mentality. He knew that someone who could knock his evenly matched opponent to the ground was definitely not as easy to bully as he seemed on the surface!

While the short man was still thinking wildly, the fat man moved.

All the nobles held their breath, and there was a sound of falling leaves in the entire fighting arena. Everyone watched quietly as the fat man in the fighting arena strode up to his opponent, without any probing or protection, and even quickly attacked the short man. The adjusted attack posture has no reflection at all.

Then, a loud slap!

The attack was like lightning, and the short man didn't even have the slightest room to dodge.

Then, there was another slap!

Then, there were more than ten extremely loud slaps in succession.

The whole place was silent. .