Chapter 222 Massacre, the Eliminated Winner? !

The atmosphere at the scene was subtle and tense, just like a bunch of flammable materials tied together, only a little spark would produce a big explosion.

Let everyone fall into an uncontrollable chaos.

However, this might be exactly what the organizers wanted to see.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka raised his head. The glass room on the second floor was not only visible to the people inside.

People outside could also see inside.

The trapped beast still fought, just like the underground boxing ring at the beginning.

A hint of smile appeared on Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's indifferent expression.

This made the few people who were groping forward pause.

Eye contact, action!

A high split kick in the air, even dozens of layers of overlapping wood chips were enough to be kicked to pieces.

A smile appeared on the muscular man's face.

First point!

But the next scene made the man's smirk freeze.

It was as if Ayanokouji Kiyotaka had eyes on his back, and he dodged the blow sideways in a short distance.

Not only that, at the moment when the man's long legs fell, he raised his legs and exerted force with his arms.

With his knees bent as support, he broke the man's thigh with arm strength that was totally inconsistent with his body size.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka let go of his hand, and the man fell to the ground, holding his thigh, hunched over and wailing.

"Taekwondo, garbage, inedible."

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka commented.

Yes, only this group of bastards would choose to sneak attack so confidently.

After all, their sportsmanship is almost zero.

Then, he stepped on it.

Puff——

The exploded brain and blood splattered, sticking to the ground in a paste, and the body stopped twitching.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka tilted his head.

"Aren't you coming?"

The flat tone was like a cold machine, making people feel the lifeless nothingness.

Several fighters trembled with fear.

Although the bastard had the element of sneak attack, his karate level must be at least 20 to 30 years.

He always kills everyone in one move, so the remaining few are not much better.

They may not even last as long as this little guy.

Obviously, they picked the wrong person.

I thought I was going to fight a street passerby today, but when I got on stage, I found that the passerby was Tyson.

What made people even more desperate was that Tyson picked up the microphone and said that I was the host tonight.

Finally, I looked carefully and saw Ultraman Leo gave a thumbs up, indicating that he was waiting for you.

I can only say that the future is bright.

Of course, for the fighters in this area of ​​​​Death, this is really dark.

Even Belia has never been so dark!

"You can't escape, everyone, let me taste it."

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's eyes gradually became hot.

Although the taste of the appetizer is not good enough, there are hundreds of fighters here today.

Just by trying a bite, he can "eat" enough.

Rushing to the hesitant people, punching like a volcanic eruption, a punch penetrated the chest, and "magma" gushed out.

"Monster, monster!"

"Quick! Run!"

I don't know who shouted in fear, and several people rushed to escape from this monster.

Someone took action!

The fighters who realized this instantly felt a sense of crisis. Less than five seconds after the wailing sounded, the entire venue fell into a melee.

Hundreds of people fought together, and the scene was extremely bloody.

They wanted to fight for points and win.

Five places, only five places, and everyone else was the nourishment of these five people.

Every player in this boxing wish desperate elimination match signed a personal safety agreement.

Life and death are not in their own hands.

Either win the game and win everything.

Or be beaten to death and turn into dust.

Desperate, desperate, is a game of extinction!

Some people want to find a place to hide themselves and save their energy, hoping to end the game at the last moment.

But unfortunately, this seemingly large venue is now full of fighters.

Where is there any safe place?

The organizers did not leave any space here. In this cabin, they and the investors want to enjoy a grand beast fighting show!

In order to survive, all fighters should show everything they have.

Technology, wisdom, strength, speed

Let the VIPs on the second floor see that the desire for survival is rooted in the flesh and engraved on the DNA helix structure!

So, everyone

Fight! Fight to the end!

The final winner has the right to survive!

The VIPs on the second floor held high-heeled glasses and talked about everything. The smiles on their faces shone brightly under the shining light.

It formed the most striking contrast with the life and death fighting field below.

And in such a chaotic situation, the fighters were distracted from time to time to look at a corner

There, the fighters were like being hit by a fully loaded truck speeding on the highway and were thrown high.

Then, they fell heavily.

After the "collision", different parts of each person's body were twisted or damaged.

"Let us go, you are so strong, just stay where you are."

"We will fight on our own, and we will leave a spot for you in the end."

"Yes! We are only fighting for four!"

There were cries of begging for mercy from time to time.

However, there was no effect.

With a click, the Indian martial arts player Kalaripayat was knocked out by a kick from Ayanokouji Kiyoshi.

Then, with a casual move, the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu boy's spine was broken, and he fell to the ground like a puddle of meat.

He ducked sideways to avoid the attack of the Muay Thai master and raised his leg for a kick.

The Muay Thai master flew tens of meters away and fell against the iron wall of the cabin. He arched his body and subconsciously covered his crotch with his hands.

The aloof warrior is indeed solitary.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's facial expression remained unchanged, but his eyes became increasingly fiery.

Perfect!

so perfect!

Although there is no master at the level of Hikigaya Hachiman, the amount is too much.

Each one is far stronger than the self that didn't understand the current push before.

Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Mixed Martial Arts, Krav Maga, Aikido

New, old, and hundreds of martial arts are presented to Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.

Just like a Chinese Manchu-Han banquet, there were so many that he couldn't eat them all.

No more.

He wants to be full!

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's expression changed slightly, and a weak electric current surged.

Just by looking at it, the opponent will find that his movements are obviously much stiffer.

It was as if he was facing a prehistoric beast and his body was naturally sending out an early warning!

"Let me go!"

The karate master collapsed to the ground.

He is the leader of Neon Karate and is known as Neon's most hardcore Showa man.

But now, facing the monster in front of him, he acted like a frightened kid.

Submissive and extremely pitiful.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka paused.

Close your eyes and seem to be thinking about something.

Could it be that, for the sake of fellow countrymen, he wanted to let him go?

The karate master looked happy.

Just as he was about to look up and thank him, he saw a heavy punch blurring his vision.

Stab——

The karate master flew backwards, and his white training uniform was like a white-haired hedgehog, crashing into the thickened iron wall.

Obviously, as the most hard-core Showa man, his head is not as hard as steel.

It was directly blown to pieces.

Looking at the karate master whose upper body was mutilated, the fighters looked horrified.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka opened his eyes, his expression full of joy.

I just ate so much that I need to digest it.

By the way, what did that guy say?

Oh~ don’t let him go!

good!

He liked this kind of delicacies delivered to his door. When he returned home, he asked the teacher where the karate master's dojo was.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka pursed his lips, still not finished.

Then, keep killing.

"Fight, beast."

Ten Oni Snake King Ma posed towards Ayakoji Kiyotaka.

However, with amnesia, he belongs to the column that is not worth mentioning in the eyes of many players.

Not to mention that the opponent he faced was the monster Ayanokouji Kiyotaka who now understood the power of electricity.

One punch, easily taken down.

Fortunately, this guy had a strong physique, and this punch only made him lose his fighting consciousness, but did not completely end his life.

Just when Ayanokouji Kiyotaka was about to take down his opponent's life, there was a sudden loud noise in the air, and a human cannonball flew towards him with astonishing air pressure.

"HEADBUTT BOMB!"

The strong black man rushed over excitedly.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka frowned slightly and jumped away.

Just in time, the collision like a grenade directly blew the poor Ten Ghost Snake King Horse away.

The strong black man stopped and assumed a strange posture.

"BOY, how about a fight?"

Jerry Tyson, a fighter employed by Fax Corporation, is known as Rocket Man.

His boxing method is quite special and is a modified version of the ancient Chinese boxing method Xingyi Quan.

J-style pictographic boxing.

This guy dislikes Xingyi Quan as simply imitating animals and not powerful enough.

Then he chose to imitate modern top thermal weapons on his own initiative, and ended up with a completely different product.

Call him weak, just by jumping and charging, he can exert a rocket-like impact.

Anyone who comes here will think that this black guy has a few tricks up his sleeve.

However, you have to say he is strong.

Sorry, he's really not strong.

Jerry Tyson, a Xingyiquan boy with strange ideas, was easily eliminated by the protagonist in just the preliminary round.

It's as if he doesn't have the fate of a comic character, but he has assumed the responsibility of a comic character.

What Scud missiles, what Patriot missiles?

It was purely a trick to come on the field and he deserved to be beaten.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka tilted his head and looked him over.

Then he shook his head slightly.

Is it his imagination?

"BOY, are you scared? Come on, let's have a passionate fight!"

The black guy warmly invited me.

Then, a punch worthy of a real Patriot missile came crashing down on Jerry Tyson.

The black boy fell deep into the hole in the iron wall and fell to the ground.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka frowned.

J-style Xiangtong boxing has a novel taste and is acceptable.

"Did this guy kill the monster?"

"No, no, he is a monster too!"

The combatants reacted and retreated.

They don't want to fight this monster, they will die! He will definitely die!

"I won't fight! I abstain!"

"Open the door! Open the door! I give up!"

"Please, let me go!"

The fighters rushed to beg for mercy, but the door of the death would not open to them no matter what.

I have said, death, death, how can you get out if you don't stay here?

The arena was as cruel as a slaughterhouse.

Paul Manson, Kazuki Yoshizawa, Superman Rito, Keizaburo Sawada, Hazard

The famous fighters were slaughtered by Ayanokouji Kiyotaka like tender babies.

Of course, he didn't kill all of them.

The teacher told him that in order to taste more delicious delicacies in the future, he needed to give these guys a little time to grow up.

After all, if they were all killed now, even if the current was pushed out in the future, it would take a long time for them to be born.

Of course, some inferior products should be eliminated!

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka cut off the neck of a Japanese judo master, threw the body out, and swept away a group of fighters.

For him, everyone present was just a dish!

Abuse you, like breathing.

The audience opened their eyes and breathed rapidly.

Only then did they show their embarrassed expressions, and the following was opened.

Many players on the field had bets on them, which were almost catching up with the registration fee for Kengan's fatal elimination match.

Every punch and kick of this skinny guy was handing over their white money to others!

"It's a conspiracy! It's definitely a conspiracy! How could someone be so strong?!"

Some guests were anxious.

"Organizer, you guys are a bit too ugly."

"Pay money! You must pay money this time!"

There were waves of complaints on the boat.

They can face this matter with the attitude that small losses don't matter.

However, Kengan will take this opportunity to cheat money, which is a bit against the bottom line.

Don't treat the rich like fools.

And facing the guests who were so loud, the organizer didn't wait for an explanation.

The trumpet sounded.

"That's it! The preliminaries are over. Please bring your luggage to the deck to gather for the winning fighters and the representatives and related parties of your company."

After hearing this, Kiyotaka Ayanokouji glanced around.

After confirming that no one was still awake, he nodded with a ruddy face.

"Is it over?"

He walked to the deck.

This big meal made him full.

Following the leader of the Yukinoshita family, he boarded another large ship called Kengan.

Kiyotaka Ayanokouji met the organizer who currently holds the power of Kengan on the deck.

Katara Metō, the leader of Dai Nippon Bank, is the 58th president of Kengan.

Each of the Metō Fangs under his control is a top fighter among Kengan.

Although he is not a fighter, he can exude a murderous aura that makes opponents tremble with fear, and he is also the longest-serving president in the history of Kengankai.

The skinny old man leaned on a cane, and a strange light appeared in his sunken eye sockets.

"Congratulations on winning the game, the fighter of the Yukinoshita family." Katahara Metō smiled, "But you can give up the next game."

"After all, there are 28 players. If there is one more, it will be difficult to allocate the game."

Katahara Metō stood among dozens of black mountain-like guards beside him and said so.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka had a calm expression.