章 127: Kill Me or All Of You Will Be Killed By Me

The match between Hudson and Fang Tianlong was a clash of Chinese and Western cultures, despite the fact that both of them were not in the same weight class or even in the same martial arts. The fight follows the same rules that Chris and Chan Xiao fought twenty years ago. No attacks on the lower body or eyes, no weapons allowed (boxing gloves allowed), and no restrictions amongst other techniques.

The match was divided into five rounds consisting of three minutes, and if one of them lost or surrendered before the round ended, the other side won the fight immediately. If the two sides fight to the end, a panel of 12 international judges will score both players, with each effective attack counting as one point and the highest score winning.

This rule seems fair, but the judges' scoring varies from one to another. Both Chen Xiao back then and Fang Tianlong today have developed tactics to defeat each other within the match time. It is also the best way to show-off about the greatness of Chinese martial arts.

The match was about to start, and the arena was already full of people. Zhang Jue also regained his seat. At this time, a man sneakily approached.

"Brother, the seat next to you is empty, right? Can you let me sit for a moment?" Zhang Jue looked up, only to see that the other person was wearing a large helmet with a very strange shape. This kind of event was all about seating in pairs, and this man obviously hadn't bought a ticket but had somehow slipped in.

Zhang Jue took a look at him and thought it was a bit strange, but didn't say much and stood up to let him pass conveniently. Only the last 5 minutes were left before the match started.

Both fighters entered the arena. With the host's passionate introduction, a cheer went up in the crowd.

Hudson was the new champion of boxing and was loved by the people of Mei, while Fang Tianlong represented the ceiling of Eastern martial arts and had many supporters.

Fang Tianlong's expression was calm on the big screen, seemingly completely unaffected by the Li Rulong incident. Zhang Jue secretly nodded his head. This was the style of a master.

"Fuck!" A low cursing sound came. Zhang Jue glanced to the side, only to see that the man who had just sat next to him had taken off his helmet.

His head and face, and hands were full of scars, both old and new. It was not the kind of scar that had been injured. It looked like he had accidentally bumped into it, just like a blind man. He had just taken off his helmet, not holding it, and accidentally hit his foot. He tried to pick it up, and his head hit the chair in front of him, causing him to scream in pain, looking like an unlucky old man.

Zhang Jue looked at him and suddenly remembered a line from Lao Guo, "The horizontal ground pulling the carriage a step from the hurdle. Making it fall involuntary. All of the goods in the carriage were chaotically lost." When the man saw Zhang Jue looking at him, he seemed embarrassed.

He took out a bottle of Coke, "Do you want a drink?"

Zhang Jue instinctively stepped away from him, "Thanks, I just had one."

"Then I'll make it easy on you." The man laughed and opened the Coke. Who knew foam would come out at once. He hurriedly used his mouth to plug it. But the foam was too much, and it came straight out of his nose and eyes, like a dragon playing with water. He could not hold it and vomit on the ground. The people around him all scattered and looked at him with disgust.

Seeing his embarrassment, the corners of Zhang Jue's mouth twitched, and he was glad he had seen it coming.

"Excuse me. I'm really sorry." The man apologized to the people around him, then got up and left, probably wanting to go to the restroom to clean up. As he came out, he tripped over a chair again. Zhang Jue wanted to reach out to help him but suddenly had a bad feeling about it. So, he forced himself not to move. The unlucky man fell again and then disappeared at the end of the corridor amidst the contemptuous gazes of the crowd.

Zhang Jue looked at him and then at the big screen of the match, then narrowed his eyes and followed him. Meanwhile, Du Jingtian, who was sitting in the VIP Front Row seat, answered a phone call.

"Hey, it's me. Yeah, I'm here. Okay, I got it." He stood up and looked around.

The waiter next to him immediately bowed and asked, "Mr. Du, what can I do for you?"

Du Jingtian waved his hand at him, "Nothing, I'm going to the restroom." Du Jingtian walked all the way to the outfield. When he came to an unoccupied place, he took out another phone.

"Mr. Lei, I'm in the boxing arena right now, and there's a little 'something' happening here."

Lei Shan's voice came from the other end, "Is there any problem?"

"Yes." Du Jingtian said, "Things may be rather troublesome, I think… this match may not be able to go on."

"I know." Lei Shan said, "Do what you need to do. If anything goes wrong, I'll take the blame."

"No." Du Jingtian said, "Mr. Lei, I can't afford such a big burden. There's someone I knew here."

"Who?"

"Zhang Jue, Advisor Zhang."

"Oh? He's there?" Lei Shan smiled, "Good then. It's not the first time we've worked together anyway. Let him take command of the situation."

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The bell for the start of the match finally rang. Hudson's touched his boxing gloves while Fang Tianlong arched his hand. A world war was about to kick off.

Out of sight, the members of the two MTF squads also began to infiltrate the tournament grounds secretly. At this moment, Zhang Jue was looking for the figure of the man from earlier in the restroom.

"Where did it go?" He frowned but never found it. Suddenly, he felt a bad chill run through his body.

He turned around, and he saw another person. It's The old man before. The old man looked old, about 80 or 90 years old, with white hair and a nearly connected beard. He was wearing raggedy clothes, with a cloth bag slung over his right hand, looking like a vagrant.

Zhang Jue looked at him, and he looked at Zhang Jue.

"Young man." The old man's voice sounded hoarse, "You're here."

Zhang Jue cocked his head. "Old man, you... are waiting for me?"

"Can't say I'm waiting either." The old man said, "I can't stay in one place for too long. I just came to look for you."

Zhang Jue's whole body trembled with sweat, and something bad lingered in his heart.

"Old man, you don't want to invite me to dinner, right? I'm really sorry, I've recently lost weight, and I quit dieting."

The old man shook his head slightly, "Young man, don't be nervous. I just want to ask you to do me a favor."

Zhang Jue asked, "What kind of favor?"

"Please, please kill me."

"That was an odd request." Zhang Jue said. He didn't act rashly because he could tell that the old man wasn't joking.

He could feel the dark aura emanating from the old man's entire body. The intensity of this aura was so high that he had only seen it on two people so far. One was SCP-343 (God), and the other was SCP-701-1 (The Hanged King). And among them, SCP-343 is the densest one. In addition to the intensity, the three gave Zhang Jue a different feeling.

The aura on SCP-343 was chaotic and fuzzy. The aura on the Hanged King was dark red and bloody. In comparison, the aura on this old man's body was dark and withered. His body could only be described as a lake that was about to dry up, completely devoid of life. It was like a living dead man.

"I know who you are." Zhang Jue looked at the old man in front of him.

"It doesn't matter who I am anymore." The old man sighed, "If you don't want a disaster to happen here. Kill me, or all of you will be killed by me quickly."