Fortunately, he was not on the field, otherwise he would have only one head left to watch others fight, and every second that passes, his life will be one second less vigorous; Every second is an ordeal.

Think about the "chainsaw" just now, in fact, it was merciful to the three people's subordinates, and only saw it where it could be remedied, unlike the "iron claw", which pinched and exploded people's heads with one claw, and completely burped and cold.

Time passed minute by minute, and this time the field was full of hardcore samurai, all of whom were holding heavy weapons. It's either a sledgehammer or a big axe, each of which is at least half a ton, and there will always be severed limbs and fragments flying when you smash it.

Finally, four minutes later, the whole game was over.

There was only one "Iron Claw" left on the field, and he raised his giant sword in a brazen and unruly display himself on the field full of severed limbs and blue biochemical fluid, making the entire arena cheer for his victory.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" The thin man and the small oil drum were so anxious that they were going to sweat out, and in another minute, the "chainsaw" would be hopeless.

But the "Iron Claw" is still an endless curtain call, but according to the rules, if the winner is not over, the staff will not be able to finish the game.

Did this guy do it on purpose?

When the audience's shouting is a little weaker, this time should be closed as soon as it is good, and the "Iron Claw" is finally over.

As he walked backstage, a group of staff immediately swarmed to pick up the head as fast as they could. When I found one, I carried it and ran to the backstage.

The thin man and the small oil drum immediately flashed and ran to the samurai's special backstage.

Others followed, and Xining also ran to take a look.

You can't enter, you can only be at the door, fortunately, the people who run over are in normal shape, otherwise just one fat man can block the entire door.

Xining looked in from the gap, the backstage inside was much larger than the backstage of the sparring partner, and the treatment equipment and beds were several times larger, all in a row by the nearest wall.

After picking up the heads one by one, they immediately plugged in the tubes of the oxygen supply device. And shout into your head to see if there is a reaction. So it was very noisy inside, shouting and crying for help.

There is already a brain that has been declared dead, and after shouting for a long time without replying, and then plugging in the EEG wire, if the brain does not have any fluctuating reaction, then it is really hanging. Then the head is resting on a special shelf next to it, waiting for everything to be done and let the family pick it up.

There are already three grains on the shelf, and it looks very infiltrating.

This is considered good, but one of them was thrown directly into a bucket covered with black cloth next to it. It was a head that no one would have taken, and it was collected and sent to the crematorium.

Looking at that bucket, how does Xining look at it, how does it look like a garbage can, and it's black, dry garbage can!

Outside, the music sounded, it was a halftime performance, and the beautiful women danced, allowing the audience to relax and rest.

Xining feels a lot, it is really singing and dancing outside, and life and death are fast inside.

One head compensates for a million, don't worry about the boss losing. Because samurai all have bets, death will only affect the money of the bettor, and will not affect the boss's business. Instead, the boss wants to die a few at a time, so that the authenticity will be revealed. But you can't die too much and leave no successor.

With the support of powerful medical means, the "chainsaw" finally opened his eyes and responded. And looking at the computer display, there is no lack of oxygen yet.

Once the lack of oxygen will cause irreversible damage to the brain, and if you don't die, you will become a fool or a vegetative person. At this time, the staff will pull the link line, because the compensation for the vegetative and foolish is more than for the dead...... For example, the one over there.

Even though his face was normal, Xining still saw that the staff member had secretly ticked off one of the link lines with his fingers, and the place on the computer that was originally red quickly turned white. After a while, the head was pronounced dead, and after pulling off the other threads, it was placed on a shelf.

What else, go to the police, what about the evidence? There were casualties in the game, and it was normal for the head to be hit violently and then die for a while.

The body of the person whose head is saved is being transported in.

It's a small forklift, directly pushed in a lot of shovels.

More than twenty assistants went up and began to sort. And the samurai on the operating table, the worst one was only one head, and the best was half a short one, shouting there one by one. Remind the assistant about where your body is.

"My arm is there, yes, I sprayed a strip of red paint...... My feet, you are taking my feet......"

The assistants picked up piece by piece, first picking up the large ones, placing them next to the various samurai, and then picking up the small pieces.

The forklift swept in all the severed limbs and arms on the field, and cleaned the field as quickly as possible for the next game.

The inside is still being classified, and there is already a host shouting excitedly outside: "Next is the speed samurai competition, please bet as soon as possible, you will stop betting soon!" ”

Several samurai were coming out of their separate locker rooms, the speed type, naturally much smaller than the power type, similar to the average human body, and some were even extremely slender, like short "thin people".

Half of the samurai were surrounded by full-time advisors and instructors, who were nagging and oiling and oiling them. And there are two, and they also asked the assistant to make up some powder on their faces.

Men, samurai, powder...... Khan one.

Look at the face, oh my God, the powder is as thick as wearing a mask, and wearing heavy makeup, just a wig, which is a proper European medieval aristocratic man's makeup.

They hardly even looked at the row of samurai who were being treated next to them, and even if they did, they only glanced at it, and continued to walk outside the field without stopping.

The hosts outside began to announce their names and the number of matches they had won, their current standings, and even their height and weight in the order of appearance.

While the players were being introduced, Xining returned to the original backstage and went to the door to watch the next game.

Finally know what the speed type is, although there is no Flash, the exaggeration of disappearing kung fu in the blink of an eye, the action is also "brush brush brush ~" electric flint.

If they go to run 100 meters, they can basically run the whole distance in four or five seconds. The power-type weapon was thrown over, but before it was thrown, they might avoid it and plunge it with a sword.

But in the end, the race is not grouped, and the power and speed types and the mixed type with the highest points will end up standing together.

The advantage of the speed type is that it is fast, but the biggest disadvantage is that the attack power is not strong. In order not to affect their speed, the weapons they hold are all swords that ordinary people can afford. Such a sword can hardly cause substantial damage to a force-type shell thicker than the steel plate of an armored vehicle. And as soon as the power type hits them, their slender bodies are torn apart.

Everything has advantages and disadvantages.

Compared to power-based matches, the speed type does not shake the mountains on the spot with every move. But he couldn't blink his eyes, and maybe after a blink, he missed how this guy was hung up.

Xining is full of bitterness, just like that, how did she become a female warrior?