I killed the film and television world

Out of the bathroom

Song Ren walked along the long and narrow corridor, pinning the contestant ID card he had just picked up on his clothes on his chest.

He followed the special scent of the demon and entered from a secluded place that seemed to be the back door.

In an instant, the originally bright corridor lights suddenly turned into colorful and dazzling lights.

At the same time, a noisy and bustling shouting suddenly surged in.

Behind the door, there seemed to be a large venue specially built.

About three floors above and below have all been opened up.

Surrounding it is a circular auditorium with stairs leading up to it.

There were about a thousand people sitting there, and all kinds of voices were being vented, shouted and cursed.

The atmosphere was quite intense with ups and downs.

Is this underground boxing?

This was Song Ren's first impression when he came in, but he quickly denied it.

Because it is in the center of the venue and on the huge LCD screen hanging from the ceiling.

All the scenes presented were of a fierce round-based slapping contest taking place in an octagonal cage.

It is said to be intense because both sides in the competition clearly borrowed the power of the demons in their respective contracts when they fought.

When that slap was delivered, either sparks flew everywhere or there was highly corrosive mucus!
Neither side benefited from it.

Half of his face was dissolved, but his eyes were still full of fighting spirit.

Half of his face was covered in blood, but he was still standing steadily on one side of the competition table.

Despite its massive size, it was still as steady as a rock.

As another round of slaps came, the sound echoed throughout the venue, and the images on the screen even showed slow-motion details of the bloody scenes.

Thus, the visual stimulation brought by the flying of flesh and blood, as well as the monetary handicaps offered in underground arenas.

Driven by this strong atmosphere, it is no wonder that the calls from the audience are so loud.

Song Ren didn't pay much attention to the two players in the octagon cage.

Instead, he followed the special aura and quickly scanned the entire room.

Unlike those contestants who had made contracts with demons, the aura Song Ren felt was one of pure malice, and it was obviously not a demon subdued by a contract.

Finally, his eyes were fixed on a muscular man in the rest area.

And a fat man who was as fat as a pig and weighed about three or four hundred pounds.

The auras of these two are the purest, much stronger than that of the special type of demon in the bathroom.

Even among the audience, there were some disguised demons.

However, the strength of the aura varies, and the most powerful one is around B+ level.

On the contrary, the two fat men in the rest area also reached the A+ level, and the muscular man who was resting with a towel on his head and his head down even reached the S level.

It should even be stronger than the four-eyed demon that was subdued before.

At the same time, he seemed to feel Song Ren's gaze.

First, the fat man turned his head, met Song Ren's gaze, and shook the fat all over his body. The white flesh began to tremble in lumps.

The picture looked like a small mountain of meat shaking, and the visual effect was quite exaggerated.

The fat man sniffed at Song Ren imperceptibly.

Then his eyes suddenly became shiny, and he even secretly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and his eyes became greedy.

On the contrary, the strong man leaned his hands on his knees, hung his head and said nothing.

His body was covered with dark tattoos of starving ghosts.

It spreads along the neck, to the chest and back.

The hungry ghost's patterns completely covered the naked upper body.

The whole person has a wild flavor.

Song Ren was about to step forward.

A staff member hurried over from the backstage path on one side and stopped him, saying:

"Contestant No. 526 Zhu Hua, why are you running to a corner like this? It's your turn soon. Please be ready and don't walk away."

"Failure to appear on the field during the competition time and exceeding the stipulated time limit will result in your disqualification."

The other party was about to go back after saying this, but was stopped by Song Ren.

"and many more."

He pointed at the fat man and the fit man in the rest area opposite him and said, "Are those two over there also contestants this time?"

The staff nodded: "Yes."

Song Ren: "That's good. I want to compete with both of them. Is that okay?"

Staff: “Yes.”

Song Ren: "Then please help me arrange it."

The staff shook his head: "Sorry, we can't do that."

Song Ren: "Hmm? Didn't you say yes?"

The staff member said as a matter of course: "Yes, you can, but I can't do it."

Song Ren: "What do you mean by 'can'?"

The staff member smiled in a formulaic way: "As long as you keep winning, you will definitely meet those two. I can't do that."

Song Ren couldn't help but smile when he heard this: "Is that so."

The staff member continued to smile back: "Yes, that's it——"

Boom!
The staff member knelt down on the spot, holding his stomach.

Song Ren heard the number being called out on the broadcasting station. As he passed by, he muttered quietly, "Damn! How can you laugh if you can't do it?"

The staff member rested his head on the floor. The severe abdominal cramps made it almost impossible for him to open his mouth. He clenched his teeth, tears welled up in his eyes, and cold sweat was still streaming down his forehead.

If he could speak, he would definitely give the opponent a red card punishment immediately.

……

When his number was called, Song Ren went straight to the octagonal cage.

Just as he was about to jump onto the spotlighted stage, he was stopped by the referee next to him:
"Hey, what are you doing!"

Song Ren stopped and turned around: "Huh? You called me?"

The referee in the hat rolled his eyes at him: "Nonsense, who else should I call if not you!"

"..." Song Ren explained: "Didn't the number on the radio call out? Was it my turn?"

The referee pointed to the staff who were cleaning up the blood and flesh in the octagonal cage and said, "Can't you see that it hasn't been cleaned up yet? I called you to come over and get ready. Go to the side first!"

Song Ren was curious about these staff members. Were all of them so bad-tempered?

However, he didn't do it again this time.

After the staff had cleaned up the table and replaced it with a new one, everyone left the stage again.

Only then did Song Ren prepare to go on stage again.

But this time, he was stopped by the referee not far away: "Hey, wait!"

Song Ren turned around and looked a little unhappy: "What happened again?"

"Country bumpkin." The referee muttered to himself, then pointed to one side of the octagonal cage and said, "Go sign the life and death contract first. Don't you understand anything?" Song Ren also sighed, "What else do you want to do? Can you tell me all at once?"

Referee: “That’s it.”

So Song Ren came over and pointed at the referee's shoulder: "Is this your contracted demon?"

The referee was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously asked: "Can you see it?"

His contracted demon ghost is of a special type, which can help him to understand everything more thoroughly. This is also his greatest reliance to become a professional referee in the stadium.

However, in daily life, our demons should always be invisible.

How could it be noticed by the naked eye?
Song Ren did not explain, but looked at the little demon who had huddled in the referee's collar, smiled and said, "Next time, if you stop talking halfway, I will cook you and feed you."

Upon hearing this, the referee shuddered at Song Ren's innocent smile.

The contracted demon and the contractor are an almost inseparable partnership.

It is an existence where all prosper together and suffer together.

Let yourself eat your own demon, this...

The referee was terrified for a moment.

Because the contracted demon hiding in the collar at the back of its neck has already shown a strong sense of fear in its biological instinct.

He could clearly feel that he was trembling as if he was on the verge of collapse.

This was the first time he felt his own demon ghost express such a strong sense of fear.

In the past, when it had seen so many powerful demon hunters and even some demons on the stage, it had never been so frightened.

For a moment, the referee looked at Song Ren's back as he turned to sign the life and death contract, and couldn't help but shudder:
Damn, this No. 526 is definitely a monster!

……

Octagonal Cage
The competition table stands in the center of the venue, and the positions of the rings on the left and right sides are also outlined with the players' cross positions.

At this time, close-up shots of the contestants in this round appeared on the hanging large screen.

The commentator outside the venue was introducing the players' information in a familiar manner.

When she came to Song Ren, she paused noticeably.

Then he began to introduce the detailed information he had to the contestants on the big screen.

After finishing speaking, the commentator muttered in her heart:
It's strange, why is there such a big difference between the avatar in the profile and the contestant's real appearance, they don't look like the same person at all...

Forget it, I’m a newbie, maybe there’s just some mistake in the information.

At the same time, a close-up of Song Ren's opponent was reflected on the big screen.

On the other side of the table stood a muscular man weighing about 260 pounds and wearing an artist's pigtail.

His skin was bronze, and as soon as he put his hands on the corner of the table, blood began to surge in his arms.

Combined with his rough face and artist's hairstyle, the close-up shot of the whole person is simply quite explosive.

This time the opponent is called Xie Gang, nicknamed Beidou Tiangang.

It’s not because of anything else, it’s simply the name, plus the eye-catching Big Dipper tattoo under the vest.

He is a familiar face in the venue and has participated in several slapping competitions.

The best result was a place in the top 16 in the previous session.

Originally, there was still a chance to continue to attack, but unfortunately in the qualifying round, I met the ace player from the previous session and lost completely.

He then spent more than a year recovering from his serious injury, and after he recovered, he immediately prepared for this year's competition.

Before the game, he had made a bold statement, saying that he had been reborn and this time he would definitely win the championship with a crushing advantage!
For this reason, Xie Gang is also one of the popular players in this round of competition.

As he appeared on the stage, the audience seats outside the stadium that had bet on Xie Gang suddenly burst into cheers.

Various voices came one after another.

Relatively speaking, most of those who bet on the lean and tall Song Ren were a group of gamblers.

Or when betting in both directions, the amount invested is just a small amount.

After all, the odds of betting on Song Ren are too high.

Upsets are always the hottest topic on the field.

……

At the competition table, Xie Gang, who was sitting opposite him, was about 1.9 meters tall.

His body is full of muscles, like a devil muscle man.

The upper body is a tight-fitting white vest that sticks to the muscles, making the inverted triangle back muscle outline even more perfect.

The explosive body alone made many spectators cheer loudly.

Especially some wealthy ladies in the VIP room, holding rose-red wine glasses, staring at Xie Gang's figure in the camera with special enjoyment.

Xie Gang looked at Song Ren, who was sitting at a separate table, and sized him up.

From its body shape to its aura, it seemed to have no characteristics at all.

He was somewhat uninterested. People of this level usually don't make it past the first round. They are mostly just going through the motions to make themselves known.

After Song Ren waited for a while, he saw that the referee next to him still didn't dare to look at him directly, so he had to ask Xie Gang directly: "Who will go first?"

Xie Gang was stunned: "Are you a newcomer?"

Song Ren nodded honestly: "It is indeed the first time, what's wrong?"

Xie Gang couldn't help but complain: "I've seen newcomers before, but this is the first time I've seen someone so new that he doesn't even know the rules."

Song Ren simply turned to look at the referee: "Hey, what rules did he say?"

The referee swallowed his saliva and said quickly, "It's like this. The two contestants usually use rock-paper-scissors to decide the order of priority."

Although Xie Gang was puzzled as to why the referee looked like he had seen a ghost when facing the opponent, his face was as pale as paper and even his voice was trembling.

But she didn't think about it, and even before he finished explaining, she interrupted him and said, "Forget it. As a veteran in the competition, I'll just give him some slack and let him go first."

"If the rules allow, I can even let him have a few rounds."

The referee quickly dissuaded him: "Sorry, you can voluntarily give up the priority of shooting, but the competition is a round-based system, and letting the opponent win is absolutely not allowed."

At least, it’s not possible on the surface.

Xie Gang shrugged and smiled at Song Ren, "You heard it too. I can only give up the priority to shoot. There is nothing I can do if it is too obvious. I am really sorry, little newbie."

Song Ren said sincerely: "No, I am very grateful. In exchange, I will try to restrain my strength."

Seeing how serious he was, Xie Gang couldn't help but smile and said, "No, you should use all your strength, otherwise I'm worried that you won't be able to feel it."

Song Ren said truthfully: "If I use all my strength, it really won't work."

Even if most of the tension was contained, the entire venue would probably be completely destroyed.

So, we should pay more attention as much as possible.

Xie Gang heard him speak so sincerely, especially when he saw Song Ren waving his hand, there was not even any special trace of the contracted demon ghost, so he understood that the other party was going to act with pure personal strength.

This made him laugh out loud. He grabbed the hard corner of the table made of special material with both hands, and suddenly became excited and said:
"Come on, use all your strength!"

"Kang Mang, baby!"

Snapped! ! !
Then, there was a loud bang like thunder that shocked the whole audience.

Xie Gang, nicknamed Beidou Tiangang, had just finished speaking when he fell straight onto the stage.

He foamed at the mouth, his eyes rolled back, and he was never able to stand up again.

There was silence at first, and then there was a roar that shook the entire venue! (End of this chapter)