Evil Master Chapter 4 - Shura's field

C4 Shura's field

Brother Duan, I wonder if you've ever heard of the Shura Court?

Yan Xiaowen said with a serious face.

Duan Hong shook his head and seriously replied, "I've never heard of the Asura's Gate, but I've heard of that old man from Deadwood." "Fu Yun had six methods: One was the Heavenly Dao, Two was the Asura Dao, Three was the Tao, Four was the Beast Dao, Five was the Hungry Ghost Dao, Six was the Path of Hell. The Asura Dao was like this —

Yan Xiaowen interrupted: "Brother Duan, I am not joking with you. The Asura's Field is not what you call the Asura Dao, it is a battlefield for killing people!"

> Hearing this, Duan Hong was stunned: A killing battlefield?

Why are you telling me this?

In these four years, other than killing wild chickens and slaughtering pigs, I didn't even fight much. Don't tell me you want me to kill people?

asked again, "Boss Yan, you said that you didn't commit a crime. Since this Xiu Luo ground is doing murder, why aren't you committing a crime?"

Yan Xiaowen said: "Little Brother Duan, you might not know this, but the Xiu Luo arena is actually an underground boxing arena. Actually, people have money in their hands now, and the entertainment on the surface cannot satisfy their appetite. Some people even feel disgusted, and only blood and slaughter can trigger their numbed nerves."

"Oh, so it's the Black Punch Arena. I've heard of this before, last time I came to the Grandwake City with Third Master and beat up Pork Three who is in the market. That time was also at night. It was so dark that you could only see Third Master's big fangs, it was really fun, if it wasn't for that guy's pork and water, you wouldn't have gotten beaten up. "

Duan Hong said in embarrassment.

Yan Xiaowen ignored him and continued, "The Shura Wars is a battlefield for the rich. If they don't have the strength, they can find some." They gave out money for people to duel with them, and most of them had bets.

"A few thousand?" "Yes, I've seen a lot of money in my life. The most I've seen is when I was making ramen noodles four years ago. It would be known as a ramen prince, making hundreds of yuan a day."

Yan Xiaowen realized that Duan Hong was as simple as a piece of white paper. He couldn't bear to part with his fist all of a sudden, but the shock from that punch of his just now made him decide once again that if he didn't use this kind of skill in the Underworld, it would simply be a waste of heaven's gift.

Brother Duan, the thousands I'm talking about, I'm talking about the ten million!

Duan Hong spat out half of the tea in his mouth, and directly spurted it all over Yan Xiaowen's face. He felt that it was a bit impolite, and immediately apologized.

Yan Xiaowen did not care about the details, and no one saw. Wiping the saliva off his face, he said, "The Shura Plaza is the underground boxing center of the entire country. Its reputation increases along with it." Many political leaders would come here sometimes. More importantly, the rewards in the Shura Arena were unbelievably high, with the highest being a million! Under the temptation of money, a lot of people were involved.

Duan Hong finally understood that the black fist Yan Xiaowen wanted to fight was a life and death battle, not fighting in the middle of the night. He thought to himself: With my tiny bit of skill, in the hands of Third Master and Second Master, I can't even make ten rounds with it.

Yan Xiaowen said: "So that's why I think Brother Duan, if you really need a lot of money, you can go in and fight a round as a beginner fighter. Each round will give you a bonus of 10,000 RMB. So you have to stay alive. If you play well and a consortium takes a fancy to you, your future will be limitless. "

Ten thousand for one match?

To Duan Hong, this was indeed a lot.

Thinking about his Big Uncle who was laying on his bed in Duan Family Villa and his hard-working parents, he estimated that they could only earn at most ten thousand yuan in a year. Other than the high medical fees, there was not much left — and fighting once would earn ten thousand yuan!

Who wouldn't be moved?

Duan Hong looked at Yan Xiaowen with eyes as fast as lightning, and said coldly: "What benefits do you have for me if I go to the Underworld?"

That pair of cold eyes caused Yan Xiaowen's spine to break out in cold sweat. He was like a roaring lion that couldn't be looked at directly.

Yan Xiaowen had read many people and his techniques were sinister and ruthless. He had once recommended a Thai boxer to go to the martial arts arena, and the fighter had brought him face. He had not lost three matches in a row and had even retreated completely.

This result was worthy of him flaunting to the outside world, because only one person would be able to leave the Shura Arena, and the other would be the one who would die!

This fighter also earned enough money. Later, Yan Xiaowen made a bet with someone else, but he bet that the fighter lost.

The fighter naturally wouldn't do it. The loser would lose his life, so he secretly ran back to his own country.

Three days later, his head was brought back to Shuro. However, Yan Xiaowen didn't dare to look Duan Hong in the eye with such hostility in his eyes.

Other than this old man, no one else had such a sharp gaze.

He quickly pulled himself together and said, "Little brother Duan, I'm here to help you. If I say that it won't do me any good, you won't believe me!" "I'll tell you the truth, I'm a senior platinum member of the Shura Square. If you go and bet, I'll bet on you win. We'll split the money won evenly, how about that?

Duan Hong sneered: As expected, there are no good people in this world.

He remembered what his uncle Duan Beiping had told him before: Hong, in this world, other than your family, no one else will treat you well for no reason. If there is such a person, they must have their eyes on something on you, and want to keep it for themselves.

Then he would make the Lao Xu family pay with blood!

Duan Hong looked at Yan Xiaowen coldly once again: I thought you were a good person, but in the end … it's disappointing. Since you're linked to benefits, then let's just let benefits dominate everything.

Duan Hong stood up. He was not even 1.8 meters tall, and in Yan Xiaowen's eyes, he was extremely tall.

"Shura Field?" "I'll go, the money you bet is yours, I only want the prize money!"

Duan Hong asked: "When do we begin?"

Yan Xiaowen's eyes lit up. He actually didn't care about money, but was infatuated with that smell and scene that was filled with blood. That feeling was thousands of times stronger than playing with women!

Moreover, sometimes the stakes were not only for money, but also for the woman he loved or his own body.

"I'll arrange it for you. If possible, it'll be tomorrow night, because you can challenge Oak to the main battle of United States of America tomorrow night."

Duan Hong nodded: "How much will it cost to make an appearance? "What's the bonus?"

Towards this kind of person, Duan Hong would not hurt his feelings even if he talked about money.

Yan Xiaowen said: "You are a newcomer, and the appearance fee is still ten thousand, but the prize is ninety thousand! Because Oak has already won two consecutive rounds, and his prize money for each match will increase by thirty thousand. "

He walked to the desk, opened the drawer and handed over the information to Duan Hong.

"This is Oak's information. Go take a look when you return."

Duan Hong took over fifty pages of paper. The most eye-catching thing was a picture of a black man, that kind of cold gaze could only be trained through numerous life and death battles, without a trace of life.

Duan Hong took it and walked to the door, then asked once more, "When will I be looking for you?"

Yan Xiaowen's lips were a little dry. "Tomorrow, tomorrow night, I — — I'll get someone to pick you up from the Ku Chan Temple!"

Duan Hong waved his hand. He did not want anyone to know about his black fist. "If you really want to receive me, then stay far away from the Ku Chan Temple."

As he spoke, he opened the door and left.

The moment Duan Hong closed the door, his body was paralyzed on the sofa. This brat had a strong aura, he looked like a scoundrel just now, but why did he suddenly become like an arrogant emperor? When Duan Hong walked out of the office, the female employee immediately welcomed him, "Supperman, oh no! "Hello sir, are you leaving?"

Duan Hong nodded.

The female staff member rushed to the front of the intact elevator and pressed open the elevator door, hoping that the elevator would also fail and reproduce the scene from before.

Looking at the perky female staff member's department, Duan Hong no longer had the desire he had just now. She treats me so well, and had no idea that he was interested in me.

The female employee accompanied Duan Hong out of the Golden Cauldron Tower before reluctantly turning around.

"Wait a moment."

The female employee turned around and asked in a delicate and beautiful voice, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Well, do you have twenty dollars? Lend it to me and I'll return it to you later.

Duan Hong thought that his skin was thick enough, but he still felt shy. When he came out, he only had twenty pieces of skin, and after spending half of the travel fee, he gave ten pieces to Yan Xiaowen.

The clerk thought to herself: It's really different, borrowing money so naturally, with a sad quality to it, a pure eye that can see the elegance inside, oh my God, that's perfect.

The female employee immediately took out 100 yuan and gave it to Duan Hong. Being able to work in the golden cauldron, 100 yuan was nothing to her, like what Duan Hong had in her eyes.

Deadwood was still meditating in the meditation room. During the past four years, he rarely came out.

The dead grass was not in the backyard. It must have been brewing some new wine in his wine cellar.

When he walked to the kitchen, he saw a barbecued pork belly, bare-chested, shaking the pot in front of the stove.

"You're back?" "She went to the Prefecture of Su."

Deadroot did not even look back, just by listening to the footsteps, he knew it was Duan Hong.

Duan Hong placed the rice down and walked in front of the dried root, then said: "Third Master, let me take a break."

He took the fifty catty iron pot and flipped through the iron sand inside.

The dried root sniffed Duan Hong. "Bastard, where did you go?" Why does my body smell like cheap perfume? Do you really like the girls from the Pork family in the market?

Duan Hong sighed: "How could that be, this is for you."

As he spoke, he handed over a special scented leather bag to the withered root.

"Musk?" Where did you come from, brat? "

He left the kitchen with the musk in his hand. He was as excited as the widow of White Sand, who had met him at night.

Duan Hong laughed and thought to himself: I stole it from your medicine warehouse. You have so many of them anyway, so it's not like I'm lacking this one.

After stir-frying the iron sand for a while, Duan Hong went to the Reflection Chamber to see the Junior Brother who was ten years older than him.

Duan Hong had entered the sect one day earlier than, so even though he was older than him, according to the time they took to enter the sect, the older ones still belonged to the younger ones.

After exiting the tightly shut cave, Duan Hong returned to his small room.

The house was built three years ago. When he first arrived, he was still young, so he took turns sleeping with the three old monks. Afterwards, he rebuilt a meditation room as his dormitory.

The room was simply furnished. Other than two kang, two prayer mats, a square table, and a bookshelf, there was nothing else in the room.

Duan Hong sat on the prayer mat and opened the file on Oak.