Chapter 1514 Black Hand VS Wukong Masked Man

Ten minutes passed in a flash.

During this period, many people who were hot-headed, influenced by what Fat Tiger had just said, immediately ran over to increase their points.

Some people still thought that the black hand was powerful, but some people saw the performance of the Wukong masked man just now and thought that the Wukong masked man was more powerful, so they took out all their points to bet.

This is like gambling, with high risks and high returns.

As long as they can succeed, their worth will double.

As soon as they thought that they could get doubled points if they succeeded, their blood began to surge and boil.

Many of them have never thought about what would happen if they failed after investing all their wealth, and they don't want to think about it.

Isn't that the case in the hearts of gamblers.

They only think about the good side, not the bad side.

Even if their reason tells them that if they lose, they may lose everything, but they are already in a state of excitement, and they will even control themselves from thinking about bad results.

Ten minutes are up.

Ding Ding Ding~

Fat Tiger knocked with an iron sheet in his hand and walked into the octagonal cage.

When everyone's attention was focused on him, he handed the iron sheet to his subordinates who followed him and took the loudspeaker from them.

"Ahhh!"

He went crazy for a while, then shouted to everyone excitedly:

"The exciting moment has arrived, and now it's our finals."

"No more nonsense."

"Please welcome our Black Hand!"

Clap!

Amid the applause, there came a cheer from the survivors who supported Black Hand.

"Wow wow wow!"

"Black Hand! Black Hand! Black Hand!"

"Black Hand will win!"

Black Hand walked up to the ring slowly, and as he walked up, he threw the towel around his neck to the audience.

Fat Tiger nodded to Black Hand, and continued to pick up the loudspeaker and shouted:

"Please welcome our masked man: Wukong!"

"Wukong!"

There were also many survivors who supported the masked man in the audience, and after seeing Wukong, they shouted vigorously.

Tap tap tap!

The masked man Wukong was still dressed in the same outfit, and his whole body was wrapped tightly.

Black Hand looked at his opponent who was less than three meters away from him, and thought to himself: I finally met him.

During the ring matches in the past few days, he had no interest in anyone else, only in this mysterious masked man.

After so many fights, no one had ever seen the true face of the masked man.

Facing this Wukong, he also felt a lot of pressure.

Unfortunately, he couldn't use cold weapons.

He could only fight with bare hands.

He couldn't use his best butterfly knife, which made him unhappy.

But there was no way, all dangerous cold weapons had to be handed in when entering the trading market.

Moreover, if cold weapons were used in battle, the mortality rate would be very high.

If cold weapons were used without restrictions in this ring match, it is estimated that many people would die.

Both of them were looking at each other, and the masked man looked at Black Hand in front of him with a vigilant look in his eyes.

The man in black gloves in front of him gave him a strong sense of threat.

The two looked at each other, and the air froze.

The atmosphere of killing enveloped the octagonal cage.

Fat Tiger glanced at Black Hand and then at the masked man.

As Black Hand was one of them, he could have used his power to let the masked man fight him after that fight.

Black Hand had had enough rest, but the masked man had not. With each man gaining and losing, he had a great chance of winning.

But Black Hand, who was confident and proud, refused.

He didn't want to do such pretentious things. He just wanted to play with reality.

Even if he was not as skilled as the other, he accepted it.

Fat Tiger stood between the two and felt a little depressed.

So he quickly shouted: "Okay, Black Hand VS Goku, I declare it official."

He dragged out the long tone "Begin."

Boom!

The octagonal cage door closed.

Black Hand stood on the left, and the man with the Goku mask stood on the right.

Black Hand suddenly said: "Take off the mask and fight."

The man with the Goku mask ignored him and stared at Black Hand's lower body.

He moved slowly, keeping his body in a posture ready to attack at any time.

Without receiving a reply from the masked man, Black Hand's eyes turned cold.

If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished. You are wearing a mask and fighting me. What's the point of pretending?

I used to admire this Wukong, but now it seems that he is a bit pretentious.

Pretending! I'll let you pretend.

With a move, Black Hand rushed towards the masked man at an extremely fast speed.

Elbow strike!

Black Hand's elbow strike was blocked by the masked man's arm, and the next second.

Black Hand kicked the masked man's groin with his knee.

The masked man retreated and took a few steps back.

Avoiding this dangerous combo, if he was kicked in the groin, his balls would be broken.

Black Hand failed and became more and more angry.

Rushed over, raised his knee, turned his waist, and kicked out with his hands at the same time, and his feet rotated with his toes as the axis.

A perfect sweep kick!

The masked man retreated again. He had retreated to the edge of the octagonal cage and hit the iron frame of the octagonal cage. There was no way to retreat.

"Muay Thai!" The masked man said in a low voice.

Black Hand ignored him and continued to attack.

Close, stabbing with both fists, while kneeing the Wukong masked man in the stomach.

Three lines parallel, and the masked man was pushed to the edge, unable to retreat, with almost no space to hide around.

And because he retreated, his position was very passive, and it was not easy to face the black hand's attack.

Just when Black Hand was about to knock him down, the masked man grabbed the iron railing behind him, used both hands to support his body in a parallel state, and kicked with both feet.

Using the power of the octagonal cage, he kicked at Black Hand.

Black Hand saw his kicking feet and quickly changed his movements.

The two fists that were originally forward were instantly raised up, and he blocked the flying kick of the masked man with his forearms.

Black Hand stepped back a few steps, his mouth cold, and took advantage of his large position. Before the masked man could adjust his posture, he immediately rushed to the left and jumped up.

Elbowed the masked man's stomach.

Blocked.

The masked man blocked with both hands, and his palms were numb.

He fell to the ground and quickly got up.

"Interesting." The masked man whispered.

Then, he began to attack actively.

"Just in time." Black Hand shouted.

Bang, bang, bang!

The punches hit the flesh, and sometimes hit the octagonal cage, and the vibrating octagonal cage swayed and clanged.

They attacked alternately, fiercely and quickly. Punches one after another, like thunder bursting.

From the perspective of the spectators, both of them had extremely strong strength.

They were very ruthless, tricky, and blood was boiling.

Their bodies were like locomotives, rushing and ramming. Punches, feet, elbows, knees, full-body, full-strength attack.

Unconsciously, the masked man's hat was blown off, and the upper body clothes were torn into strips of cloth, which looked like beggar's clothes.

And the blood on the torn places could be vaguely seen.

Black Hand's eyes were also swollen, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his calves were trembling.

This was the kick from the masked man just now.

Up to now, the two sides were evenly matched.

This battle made the people in the audience extremely excited.

"It's so exciting, so exciting! I knew it was worth coming here. I said the fight between Black Hand and the mysterious masked man is the best to watch!"

"Indeed, but until now, there is no winner. It looks like both of them are about the same."

"No, your Wukong's head is swollen."

Under the lights, the audience in the distance saw that the head of the Wukong masked man was full of pits, as if it was hit.

But people who were closer to the ring could see that it was not hit, but burned.

There was no hair, and it was different from the smooth bald head. It was covered with scars, and the wrinkled scars looked very ugly.

Li Zhengping watched the two men fight, swallowed his saliva and asked Dapao:

"Brother Pao, can you beat them?"

Dapao curled his lips, "Just kidding, of course I can"

"I can't beat them!"

"I'm not a professional in this. My major is interrogation."

Li Zhengping looked at Li Tie. Li Tie didn't answer him, but his eyes were a little stern and thoughtful.

He was not shocked by how good the fighting skills of these two people were, but because from the past few games, the fighting style of these people, especially the fighting style of the wild dog.

They are all too desperate and too vicious.

This is the characteristic of the strong who survived the apocalypse, bloodthirsty!

"Brother."

"What's the matter?" Li Yu looked at Li Tie.

Li Tie's eyes were a little solemn, "I suggest that we regularly pull the people in the team to fight a few games inside. The combat team is better, but the militia team, I feel that it lacks a bit of blood."

Li Yu's eyes lit up slightly.

That's right.

Through these survivors in the octagonal cage, they can hone the people in their own team.

Guns are one aspect, and if you have a gun, you don't need close combat.

But this kind of fearless and fierce attitude must be honed.

Sometimes, just having a gun is not enough.

Weapons and equipment are the basis, but if everyone in the team has this kind of fierce and ruthless spirit, like a group of hungry wolves, it will enhance the combat capability of the entire team.

Willpower is very important.

"Yes, good idea." Li Yu nodded with a smile.

"Let's pull the people over and try it out. Winning or losing is not important. What's important is to let them feel this kind of thing."

"Okay."

While they were talking.

The black hand in the octagonal cage fought with the Wukong masked man several times.

The black hand wiped the blood from his nose and saw that the Wukong masked man's mask did not fall off after being hit by him for several punches. He was determined to take off the mask.

He rushed over again.

He pretended to take off his mask again, but kicked the masked man in the stomach the next second.

The masked man blocked again.

The black hand attacked again, pretending to take off the mask again.

The masked man had been deceived many times, and this time he ignored it, but punched the black hand's nose.

The black hand did not block it, but let him hit his nose.

He grabbed the masked man's mask tightly with both hands and pulled it down hard.

Tear it off!

The masked man's mask was tied very tightly, and the pull left two bloody marks on his face.

Hei Shou fell backwards, his nose was broken, and blood splattered.

But he smiled.

"Wearing a damn mask, I dare not show my face to anyone."

The masked man was taken off his mask, and he was a little flustered, and quickly covered his face with both hands.

But when he covered his hands, he found that his hands were covered with blood.

The burning pain on his face made him realize that when Hei Shou took off the mask roughly just now, the sharp mask had cut his face.

His face was burned by fire,

his whole head, no, his whole body was burned.

Looks extremely ugly.

Before the end of the world,

He used to save people, to save those in the fire.

He left the chance to escape to others, but he himself lost the best chance to escape and was burned by the flames, resulting in 90% burns on his skin.

He escaped from death, but if he hadn't been in good health, he probably wouldn't have survived.

After the operation, it still couldn't be repaired.

The nurse in the ward saw his eyes strangely and refused to give him a mirror.

One day, he secretly found a mirror and looked at his ugly self in the mirror, and couldn't accept it.

Many people say he is ugly, but he doesn't really care.

What he cares about is whether the people he cares about care about his face.

For men, it's okay to be ugly, but responsibility, justice and courage are more important.

But what broke his heart was:

The people he saved never said thank you to him.

After that incident, the few people around him also unknowingly distanced themselves from him.

The people he cared about said they didn't care about his injuries, but they actually cared.

One day he heard his girlfriend making a phone call behind his back, saying that she would have nightmares every day when she slept next to him, and that when she woke up and saw his face, it was like she was in love with a zombie.

Even when he went to a convenience store to buy something, even if he wore a mask, the clerk would look at him strangely when he looked up and saw his scar.

When he went to the movies, children would be scared and cry, and adults would look at him with disgust.

Whenever he went to any public place, people would look at him with terrified and vigilant eyes.

He asked himself what he had done, and he felt that he had done nothing wrong.

Shouldn't he have saved those people?

Maybe he really shouldn't have saved them, because if he had, he wouldn't have been hurt.

His girlfriend wouldn't have left him.

He could have lived a normal life.

But there is no if.

He wanted revenge, but he didn't know who he should take revenge on.

He shut himself in, stayed in a house, and rarely went out all year round.

Occasionally, at three or four in the morning, he would go out for a walk.

The night made him feel free, and he liked the night.

He didn't like the strange, disgusted and horrified look people gave him, which made him feel stupid.

I used to be stupid!

Suddenly one day, he stayed in his room for two months without going out. He ordered takeout, but the delivery man didn't come.

The phone call didn't go through, he was hungry, and walked out.

He found that the world had changed.

It was different from before.

He found that now he seemed to be able to go anywhere.

The end of the world was great.

However, he hated others taking off his mask.

Especially passively!

Wrinkled, hideous face, two bloody marks on the cheeks due to scratches.

The whole face looked like a demon from hell.

Hei Shou stood up with a smile, raised his head and saw his terrifying face, and the smile disappeared like a tide.

"Uh, I don't know what happened to your face"

The Wukong masked man stared at Hei Shou,

Tear!

He tore off the cloth-like upper body clothes.

His upper body was exposed.

Wrinkled, pitted, as if it had been fried in a frying pan.

There were scars crisscrossing each other, and not a single piece of good skin.

There was blood on it.

Fierce and terrifying.

The Wukong masked man clenched his fists and made a crackling sound, and took a step forward.

Towards the black hand.

A heavy step!

It seemed that the octagonal cage was shaking.

His eyes burst out with a strong murderous intent,

"You!"

"You deserve it!"

"Die!"

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