Infinite Fighting

Chapter 61 Fighting match-fixing

The hungry wolf in front of Zhang Ji didn't look much better than he did now. His body was covered with tattoos and scars, and his right arm was also a metal prosthesis.

Here, this style is not only not rejected by anyone, but is even more popular.

"Hungry Wolf...Hungry Wolf"

Some spectators cheered the name of Zhang Ji's opponent.

Most of them don't really like or admire it.

But I simply bought him to win.

"I will tear you into pieces and eat you." The hungry wolf saw Zhang Ji, showed his mouth full of steel teeth and uttered a cruel word.

"I hope your teeth aren't broken." Zhang Ji said.

"Game start!!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, Hungry Wolf took steps, making noises on the stage as he stomped on it.

"Hoo~!"

A punch was thrown, heading straight for Zhang Ji's face.

However, Zhang Ji just stepped back slightly and avoided the opponent's attack by a hair's breadth.

In Zhang Ji's mind, through this punch, he had already determined the approximate strength of his opponent.

The speed is limited, but the strength is good, barely considered a professional level 4.

Skill?
Are you sure he has such a thing?
At least in Zhang Ji's opinion, although his punching was quite standard, his opponent did not have anything that could be truly called skill.

Anyway, you will definitely not be able to cultivate the essence.

“Huff, huff, huff~!”

Zhang Ji dodged punch after punch and easily avoided the opponent's attacks.

"Is all you can do is run? Rat!!" said the hungry wolf angrily.

Zhang Ji felt that after a few moves, it was about enough, so he jumped up and suddenly kicked out with his right leg.

"Whoosh~!"

"Bang~!"

With a crane-shaped kick, Zhang Ji's right leg kicked the hungry wolf on the cheek. His steel teeth were directly deformed by the kick. His head tilted and his body suddenly fell to the ground.

Before he could stand up, Zhang Ji kicked him again, stepping on his knee.

"Click~!"

The wolf's right leg was broken directly.

"Ahhhh~!"

He crawled and couldn't stand up.

"I give up~!"

The audience was full of people hoping that Zhang Ji would give him one more blow to kill him completely.

Even the referee deliberately delayed announcing the winner.

But Zhang Ji did not move. He just watched the hungry wolf crawl to the entrance and knock on the glass door.

Zhang Ji believes that he is not a bloodthirsty person. More importantly, whether to kill or not is up to him to decide, and no one else has the final say!
Finally, the referee announced the winner.

"The winner of this game is [Extreme Dragon]!"

The victory was announced, the door opened, and the hungry wolf quickly crawled out.

Zhang Ji looked at the staff and said, "Can we continue playing?"

"Of course." The staff member looked at Zhang Ji sarcastically, then turned and left.

"[Jilong] wants to fight again. Garou didn't let him have his fun at all!!!"

The host loudly announced that Zhang Ji wanted Lian Zhan.

The atmosphere suddenly became lively.

The round-robin battle is very exhausting.

Even if your opponent is weaker than you, as long as you don't kill him instantly with one move, several waves of attacks from him will be enough to exhaust most fighters.

Of course, Zhang Ji is an exception.

If he wanted to, he could use the Heavenly Serpent posture and fight against this kind of opponent until tomorrow.

At this time, Zhang Ji saw Luo Bo making gestures to him through the glass under the ring.

Robbo made a "four" gesture.

This was discussed before they came.

Win four games and lose the fifth.

Zhang Ji took a look and then looked away.

Soon, the second opponent was sent up.

He looks similar to Garou, but has more signs of modification on his body and a chainsaw on his arm.

"This match is between [Bloodthirsty Vampire] Hubert and [Ultra Dragon]!!!"

Since he has a name, you can tell at first glance that he is a local veteran.

"Buzz~!"

The chainsaw was started, making a loud buzzing sound, accompanied by the smell of diesel and rising smoke.

Zhang Ji raised his eyebrows. This was actually a diesel-powered chainsaw.

It is obviously very easy to convert it into electricity. This is obviously done deliberately to put psychological pressure on the opponent, and perhaps to heat up the field.

At this moment, a group of bloodthirsty spectators cheered again.

"Tear him apart, Hubert!"

"Bloodthirsty ghost, I bet on you to win, quickly saw him in pieces!"

"Saw off his hands and feet first. I want to see him crawling on the ground without hands and feet!!"

"Om~!"

Holding a chainsaw, the bloodthirsty vampire rushed directly towards Zhang Ji.

It is faster and stronger than the previous Garou, and it also has weapons in its hands.

The overall combat capability should be able to reach the professional sixth level.

However, their shortcomings are also obvious, and they also lack skills. This is a common problem among these self-taught fighters. When facing disciples from big sects, they are often destined to be challenged by opponents of higher levels.

"Shuashua~!"

He swung twice, but Zhang Ji dodged by twisting his body. In order to make the performance more realistic, he deliberately handed his clothes to him so that he could cut a hole in it, making him look very dangerous.

At this moment, Zhang Ji was really feeling a little emotional.

When you were in Wuxingmen, did you ever worry about money?

Now he has even fallen to the point of making money by playing fake games here.

Zhang Ji retreated again and again. When he was at the edge of the ring, he sat down. The electric saw came down from above and got stuck an inch above his head. It was blocked for a moment by the tempered glass.

At this moment, Zhang Ji slid to the side and kicked the bloodthirsty ghost's arm hard, knocking his chainsaw aside and bending his modified arm directly. At the same time, he punched him on the head.

"Bang~!"

The opponent fell to the ground, and Zhang Ji kicked him again, breaking his leg.

The bloodthirsty vampire's legs were mechanical prostheses, and he didn't cry out in pain even when they were broken.

Instead, the audience began to shout for Zhang Ji to kill someone.

Zhang Ji refused to follow their wishes and kicked the bloodthirsty vampire who wanted to get up and fight again to the door, then looked at the camera.

"Jilong wins!"

Everyone was a little disappointed that Zhang Ji failed to kill the man.

Soon it was the third game, and then the fourth game.

Every time Zhang Ji chooses to fight again, the atmosphere becomes more heated.

Because no one has done this for a long time. Even if they did, how many people could really win so many games in a row?

Without absolute overwhelming power, who would dare?

At this point, the organizers also realized that something was wrong.

Suddenly, a phone call came.

After Qiao answered the call, he asked respectfully, "Boss, what's the matter?"

"Let Lao Kuang go." A voice came from the phone.

Although Qiao was surprised when he received the call, he did not question it and immediately gave the order.

Zhang Ji waited on the ring for a little while, and then finally saw the next figure arriving.

A man with strange patterns all over his body and shackles on his hands and feet. He was more than two meters tall, with a burly figure that looked a bit inhuman, and his eyes were ferocious and bloodshot, like a hungry beast.

In the office on the top floor of the building, in front of a huge projection screen, a middle-aged man with short black hair and dressed in formal attire was sitting with his legs crossed, watching what was happening.

The man is Damian Dean, the actual manager of the city.

The leader of the Dean Gang, backed by a high-ranking official of the Roman Empire.

Of course, compared to these, he cares more about his other identity.

A transcendental fighter.

Unlike Dongji Country, which calls C-level fighters grandmasters, in Roman Country, Guning Country and other countries, those above the level of professional fighters are called transcendent level.

He started watching Zhang Ji's third game.

Because I haven't seen such a ruthless person for a long time.

He planned to recruit Zhang Ji if he could win three games.

As a result, he found that things were not as he had imagined.

Zhang Ji doesn't seem to be an ordinary fighter.

Damian was a little unsure of Zhang Ji's upper limit, but he had a hunch that the other party might also be a transcendent fighter.

So he asked someone to bring up a trump card here to test.

Facing such an opponent, that person has to show some real stuff, right?
"Dong dong~!"

The other person's heart beats, making a clear and obvious sound.

Zhang Ji could see with his naked eyes that his heart was pumping glowing blood throughout his body, lighting up the tattoo-like patterns on his body.

Alchemical organs?

Just as he was thinking about it, the staff uncuffed his hands and feet with trepidation.

As soon as the knot was untied, the staff member was knocked off the court by Lao Kuang.

Zhang Ji was sure of the other party's situation in his heart.

It was fused with an alchemical organ, but the alchemist's skills were not up to par, causing the user to lose most of his sanity and now be like a wild beast.

Of course, it may also be a problem with the person being transformed.

After all, without a strong enough spiritual will, the consciousness possessed by the alchemical organ itself will in turn erode one's own will and become dominant.

"Roar~!"

With a roar, saliva flew everywhere.

"The battle begins!! It seems like I don't even need to say start, Lao Kuang can't hold back any longer. Will he tear Ji Long, who has won four games in a row, into pieces?"

Before the host finished speaking, Zhang Ji avoided Lao Kuang's first attack and looked at the audience. Luo Bo covered his ears with his hands and bent his little finger without leaving any trace.

Already bought him to lose?
Then just act it out for a while and then admit defeat.

"歘~!"

The sharp claws swung and barely passed Zhang Ji's chest, completely tearing the new clothes that Luo Bo had given Zhang Ji.

It looks like there are dangers everywhere.

But Zhang Ji was very calm.

It's pure beast instinct, with no skills at all. Its strength is up to standard, but any master can beat it up.

Comprehensively judging, it may be able to compete with professional 9th dan players, but the masters of scamming people should not come here.

As for Zhang Ji, who can kill a peak Grandmaster in seconds, there is no need to mention him.

Even though he is now missing a leg and his overall combat power has dropped by 40% to 50%, he can still crush the enemy with just one finger.

Of course, we can’t do that now, after all, we have to make money.

“Bang! Dang! Clang clang clang!”

Every time Lao Kuang punched the ground, the alloy floor would dent and leave a fist mark.

Zhang Ji was dodging with great difficulty, his breathing became irregular. He even wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, looking like he was almost at his limit.

"Ouch~!"

Lao Kuang roared, his voice was so deafening that it even drowned out the shouts of everyone in the field.

“Bang! Crunch!”

Lao Kuang swung out with his claws, leaving several deep scratches on the glass that could withstand sniper bullets.

Zhang Ji felt that it was about time, so he used his breathing technique and pretended that he did not avoid the opponent's attack. He was hit by a claw and used the force to fly directly into the glass.

"Kakaka~!"

A large crack appeared where Zhang Ji hit.

He fell to the ground and tried hard to get up, but failed several times.

"歘~!"

Zhang Ji rolled over and dangerously avoided the attack again.

The referee did not announce the winner.

Just like when Zhang Ji fought with others before.

Zhang Ji frowned slightly and decided to change his thinking.

He rolled over and used the force to stand up, covering his hit left arm, and facing the next attack, he punched hard.

And Lao Kuang also punched Zhang Ji.

Before it was transformed through alchemy, it should have learned relevant fighting techniques, which seemed to have become its instincts.

“Bang! Crack! Puff!!”

Zhang Ji flew backwards and hit the glass, shattering it directly. He fell to the ground and stopped moving. At this time, he was less than one meter away from the audience seats. The expressions of the audience nearby became very horrified. They never expected such a thing to happen.

In fact, if it weren’t for Zhang Ji, this kind of thing would not have happened.

The glass looked thin and could be cracked by a professional fighter, but it actually had several layers. The inner two layers were of average hardness, but the outer layers became harder. Even if that crazy old man used all his strength to hit it for a long time, he might not be able to penetrate it.

The reason it broke was because Zhang Ji took the initiative to use force to break it.

Although it was a black boxing match.

But after being knocked out of the ring, there has to be a winner, right?
As Zhang Ji was thinking this, Lao Kuang on the ring suddenly rushed out through the hole created by Zhang Ji and ran towards Zhang Ji again.

The audience was frightened and fled in all directions, and the scene was very exciting for a while.

Seeing this, Zhang Ji narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and kicked out with a desperate posture.

"Bang~!"

Lao Kuang was kicked back to the ring by Zhang Ji. He slid on the ground for a distance and hit the glass wall on the other side.

His chest collapsed deeply and barely rose or fell.

"Who wins?"

The audience was stunned.

"Ji Long was knocked off the ring by Lao Kuang. It was a pity that Lao Kuang forced out Ji Long's potential when he was chasing him. It would have been better if he had exploded in the ring. This match was a miserable victory for Lao Kuang!!"

The host announced the results.

The organizers originally wanted Zhang Ji to lose, and now they are happy to see this result.

(End of this chapter)