Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

For the next three days, Bo Bing and Yin Su went to the filming base as planned. Yin Su filmed while Bo Bing wandered around, learning the actors' movements and techniques. Bai Zixiu and the others gradually got into character. Although they didn't get along with Bo Bing, they would still answer some questions if Bo Bing asked them.

Bo Bing also became a familiar face here. He would nod and comply when given odd jobs. Seeing that he didn't put on airs because of Yin Su's high regard for him, apart from being a bit self-willed, everyone had a pretty good impression of him.

Three days passed in this way, and Bo Bing and Yin Su arrived at Blue Lantern Fortress again.

Having learned from the last time, Bo Bing arrived at the preparation area with ease, where Yin Su, He Jinlan, and Li Ling sat down on one side.

I didn't see Kang Xiong today, but I did see Kang Rong, who was in charge of his oversight.

Several rounds of matches had already begun. The octagon was filled with real weapons, each strike potentially fatal. Blood was already splattered on the ground, and there were men being carried away covered in white sheets, with paramedics standing by. The bulletproof glass-covered preparation area was also stained with a lot of spurting blood. Every time blood appeared, the gamblers and enthusiastic spectators cheered and applauded.

Bo Bing looked away; these guys were all finished.

Such high-risk battles have a negligible degree of "humanitarianism"—of course, only to maximize value, allowing the opposing side to stop the match, which is considered a surrender once stopped. Beastfighting, however, has no right to stop; life and death are entirely in the hands of the faction, depending on their judgment, whether to preserve strength or use the beasts as living fodder.

Of course, if someone wants to manipulate the betting game through this, then obviously others won't just stand by and watch, which is one of the risks that have been considered long ago.

Kang Rong had lost to Bo Bing last time, and when he saw Bo Bing again, his expression was complicated. However, he remembered Kang Xiong's instructions and simply told his team to warm up.

After finishing his warm-up for the ice activity, Bo Bing brandished his three-edged military dagger a couple of times, glanced at Kang Rong who was not far away and had not warmed up at all, and looked at Yin Su, who was handing him water.

Yin Su understood what he meant. He bent down and leaned closer to his godfather, speaking gently, "The other side has changed their players. I guess Kang Xiaodai made some tough threats. If they don't win this time, they'll lose outright. They can't afford to lose."

Bo Bing was confident in his ability to fight with cold weapons.

“I want to win too,” Bo Bing said, holding his military dagger up to the light. The blade cut through the chill emanating from the rotating lights overhead. He looked up at the tip of the dagger. “This looks like a life-or-death battle.”

The enemy is armed and will not show any mercy to me, even if it's just to avoid being dealt with by Kang Xiong; but conversely, I, who have chosen the triangular bayonet, will not have the opportunity to hesitate.

Yin Su glanced at Kang Rong's group. The arena had deliberately grouped the two of them together for this match, so that the outcome would be decided in one game. Before Bo Bing went on stage, he still couldn't help but remind him, "Be careful, godfather, your health comes first."

Although Kang Xiong is an idiot, that doesn't mean Kang Xiaodai is. In order to get their share, these guys probably have a backup plan.

Yin Su kept a close eye on the situation on the stage. Even if his godfather could win this round, it wouldn't be an easy victory.

Bo Bing took off her warm sweatshirt and stood on the octagon platform wearing a light tracksuit.

Opposite him was a male knife fighter from Thailand, with dark brown skin and a red and blue bandana tied around his head. He was holding a Thai-style knife, which resembled a cleaver but had a modified tip that would tear and rip away flesh if it grazed it.

Bo Bing tried to lower his body and assume a thrusting stance. In reality, the advantage of short weapons against long swords lies in close combat, and being forced to maintain distance would be at a great disadvantage.

Alpha's realistic electronic sound echoed in my mind.

[Physical Activity Level] Activated.

[Powerful] Start-up.

[Balance Technique - Beginner] Activation.

[Finger Bone Enhancement] Activated.

Bo Bing's aura surged, his eyes fixed on his opponent, trying to block out the excitement of the group of enthusiastic spectators watching the beast fight outside. It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous or afraid. The laws of T country couldn't control these guys, nor could they save him.

He Jinlan and the others also noticed that Bo Bing was extremely cautious. On the large screen brought by the 360-degree panoramic camera, they could clearly see that Bo Bing's forehead was covered in sweat due to the pressure.

As the whistle blew.

【Knife Mastery - Short Knife】Start.

Bo Bing met the opponent's charge like an arrow released from a bow, preparing to thrust with his right hand. However, the opponent was clearly a skilled swordsman as well. Seeing the thrust, he nimbly rolled to the left to dodge, and swiftly drew his sword from under him in an arc, slashing towards Bo Bing's abdomen.

[Sensitive] Startup.

Bo Bing's skills provided him with an extremely keen sixth sense. Seeing the situation, he quickly changed his thrust into a side-blade strike. The two weapons collided and sparks flew instantly, and their blades separated in a flash.

Bo Bing took a breath, breathing slowly and focusing her mind.

The opponent's slashes were incredibly fast, and he had the stance of a Muay Thai fighter. Judging from the knife scars on his body and his lean yet muscular calves, he must be a professional boxer or knife fighter, and he had been injured more than once, so he was very experienced.

This guy is different from those half-baked thugs. He's a specially trained individual whose combat prowess and experience are unmatched by ordinary people. Kang Xiong has used a heavy dose of drugs.

Bo Bing dodged the opponent's attacks while simultaneously counterattacking. Even with her proficiency in swordsmanship, Bo Bing lacked experience in blade combat. She could easily overpower equally inexperienced opponents, but against someone like this...

The two exchanged blows, and the fight was fairly even.

Unfortunately, it was obvious to everyone that Bo Bing was at a disadvantage. His thrusting range couldn't keep up with the range of his opponent's slashing attacks. Even though his skills gave him a high level of proficiency with blades, his opponent's combat experience was something he couldn't match.

The gap in combat experience forced him to rely solely on his skills to maneuver. Sweat dripped from his frantic attempts to anticipate his opponent's attack routes, while his opponent pressed forward relentlessly. The sword, its hilt adorned with colorful ribbons, opened like a full moon, slicing off a wisp of hair from Bo Bing's sideburns.

—A sudden glimpse of blood.

Bo Bing felt a chill on his ear and his breath hitched. If he had been any slower to dodge, his ear would have been the one to fall off.

The fist is afraid of young men, and the stick is afraid of old men.

This knife is, in a sense, similar to a stick.

At this moment, Bo Bing, forced out of the close combat range, attempted to roll away to create distance. The guy opposite him was also fast, and naturally turned his knife to hook and strike. The young man, who was forced to the edge of the iron cage, had a bloody scratch on his left arm from the opponent's weapon, and the flesh was cut off.

The atmosphere on the field instantly became heated.

Li Ling, who was holding a computer next to him, didn't look too good. "The person opposite him is Khaosai, from the Krak family of knife fighting in southern Thailand. He is a genuine master of classic knife fighting, and his uncle is the famous Muay Thai fighter Thawip."

“I’ve heard of this Muay Thai fighter too. He was the ‘Earth God’ of the younger generation a few years ago, but he retired due to injury at the beginning of last year,” He Jinlan couldn’t help but sigh. “Young Master, the opponent has quite a background. Is Bo Bing up to the task?”

Yin Su narrowed his eyes.

No one can face death and fear calmly.