I killed the film and television world

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With the order from the big boss behind the scenes and the cooperation of Song Ren.

In the entire underground venue, except for a small number of audience members who left through the back door in anger, most of the others had calmed down.

After all, the doubts about the match-fixing that had just been questioned had been completely dispelled by Song Ren's actions this time.

Instead, it gave the rich and powerful bigwigs in the VIP room a good show.

The young lady in the commentary booth had already received instructions from the backstage and looked towards the ring with some surprise.

Then he excitedly announced to the audience through the microphone:
"I just received a message from contestant No. 526 Zhu Hua, who has just applied for the first Nine Stars Link Challenge in this round of competition!"

In general, according to the rules of the competition, after a game is over, it will be the turn of other players to go on stage.

You will get at least one hour of rest time in the middle. If you use the money ability to exchange props, you can rest longer.

During this period, most players will arrange special healing hunters to help them recover their personal condition so that they can face the next round in the best condition.

The Nine Stars Challenge, on the contrary, requires continuous and uninterrupted challenges against nine players.

Moreover, the strength of these players should not be underestimated.

Unless a player has a huge advantage in personal strength, few players can survive nine challengers without any interruption.

After all, this place follows the hard and fast rules of a turn-based system.

Even if an individual can dodge it, he cannot dodge it according to the rules.

What the audience prefers to see is violence and blood rather than a one-sided, simple victory.

This is why the Nine Stars in a Row pattern rarely appears in underground venues.

Even if there are some players who are the favorites to win the championship occasionally, they can only successfully pass the level of seven stars at most, and then give up the next two stars.

From the inception of the competition, up to now, no one has ever actually completed a nine-in-a-row performance.

……

Niu Dali is also a demon hunter, although his level is not high, only hovering around B level.

But because of his unique personal abilities, he is particularly popular in such competitions.

On the one hand, the demon he contracted gave him a body as tough as iron and steel.

On the other hand, the longer the pre-match warm-up time, the more powerful the first strike will become.

Although... only one hit.

However, for this game, he spent money to buy a prop card after the last event and applied for three days and three nights of rest time.

Up to now, he has not slept for three whole nights.

We have been warming up until now just to win another victory.

Although I saw a pretty grumpy dick guy in the bathroom before.

This had a slight impact on his mentality for a while.

But after another warm-up lap outside the court, he had adjusted himself.

From the backstage, push the door open.

Facing the shining spotlight, Niu Dali breathed the air at the scene and felt every cell in his body come alive.

As expected, I was born to be on this stage.

Niu Dali closed his eyes, enjoying the catharsis of hormones in the arena, and his heart surged:
Standing in this place, I, Niu Dali, can also become the darling of the wave!
Hahahaha, I, Niu Dali, am here!

Meet your emperor!

"Hey, Niu Dali, why are you running around? I've been looking for you for a long time. If you don't come on stage, I'll declare you the loser."

Suddenly, I heard the staff's impatient reminder.

Niu Dali finally came back to his senses from his enjoyment. He turned around and saw a staff member. He nodded and bowed quickly, saying, "Oh, here it comes. Please don't judge me as a loser. I have been up for three days and three nights for this match."

The main thing is that I have used the challenge delay card that I bought with my own money. If I am declared the loser before I even go on stage, wouldn’t that be a huge loss!
Niu Dali hurried to the side of the ring, signed his name hastily, then jumped onto the ring and looked at the figure on the opposite side of the ring.

The first thought that came to Niu Dali’s mind was: Why do this person’s clothes look a little familiar?

After three days and three nights of warm-up exercises, he was in an unprecedented peak state. Niu Dali quickly put aside his doubts and became confident:

“Hehe, brother, turn your head quickly and let me see which unlucky guy has become a rival to me, Niu!”

Song Ren yawned and turned around: "Finally here, I thought the seventh one was going to give up."

Niu Dali laughed loudly when he heard this: "Abstain?"

"It is impossible for me to give up. I, Niu, will never give up in my lifetime."

"The one who should give up is——"

At the end of his words, Niu Dali was stunned when he saw Song Ren's familiar face. "It's you, the toilet tyrant!"

“……”What a mess!

Song Ren looked over with some unfriendly eyes.

Niu Dali also realized that these words were too provocative, and immediately covered his mouth in fear.

Gudong!

Looking at Song Ren's slightly dark face, he swallowed hard under the tense emotions, and his heart was already panicking: What the hell, why is this guy here, isn't he the toilet tyrant just now!
Because of the warm-up period, Niu Dali was obviously not aware of what was happening in the venue.

Until the female commentator began to introduce the players of both sides in this round.

He just heard that Song Ren had already picked out the luxurious six-star record neatly.

Suddenly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

They are going to use me to make history...

Niu Dali subconsciously looked at the referee: "Um, is it too late for me to give up now?"

The referee's face darkened: "You have already signed the life and death contract, and now you are giving up? Do you think that others are just playing games with you?"

Upon hearing this, Niu Dali could only look at Song Ren again.

There wasn't much fluctuation under those deep pupils.

He could only comfort himself:

It’s okay, I still have a chance. As long as I win the rock-paper-scissors game, I can get the right to shoot first.

As long as I can defeat him with one blow, I will still be the one who wins this game!

It’s okay, I can do it, I, Niu Dali, can definitely do it!
Niu Dali, who had just pumped up himself, soon looked at the punch he had just thrown with a stiff expression:

Damn it!

Why should I punch!!!
Song Ren once again won the right to shoot first.

Although this round-based competition is quite interesting, he is definitely not prepared to be slapped in the face for no reason.

Therefore, there is no reason for Song Ren to lose to others in games like rock-paper-scissors.

He flexed his wrists, and heard Niu Dali, who was sitting across the table, suddenly said pitifully: "Boss, can you be a little gentler later? We are all familiar with each other now, right?"

Song Ren looked up in confusion: "Huh?"

Niu Dali explained: "The first time is strange, the second time is familiar. We have already dealt with each other in the bathroom before."

Song Ren then remembered the other person, "Oh, you are the lady with the well-developed chest muscles?"

"..." Niu Dali's face froze, but he still licked his face and said, "Yes, yes, it's me, it's me, boss, I remember now."

As he spoke, black air swirled around Song Ren's hands, surging like black fire. However, he still smiled and said, "Okay, I will be gentler next time. Just bear with it and it will pass as soon as you close your eyes."

Niu Dali looked at the oppressive palm, his Adam's apple moved, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead:

Is this something that can be done with just a blink of an eye?
If I get hit by this, I probably won’t be able to open my eyes again.

Could it be that the other party wanted to silence me because of what happened in the bathroom...

At this time, the atmosphere in the audience was a little dull.

There was no way. After the previous few rounds, they were basically all mediocre kills with one palm.

So far, not even one of them can survive the first blow.

In other words, Song Ren, who had rarely shown any effort, had livened up the atmosphere a little, making it no longer as deserted as before.

Seeing Song Ren gradually waving his hands, Niu Dali could no longer care about anything else.

He immediately slid to his knees, bit his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood foam, pointing at Song Ren in pain: "You, your palm is so heavy, I, Niu, have to admit defeat."

Song Ren: “…”

Audience: “…”

Even the referee was stunned. Looking at the seven-foot big man lying on the ground and twitching, his forehead was immediately filled with black lines.

Although there were no highlights in the previous few matches, the most was the full display of various defensive abilities among the challengers, and Song Ren's lack of skills, all he did was slap people with force.

Although there were some bloody scenes in the process, the challengers at least went through it once.

Someone as shameless as Niu Dali is obviously the first one.

The referee originally wanted to step forward and teach the other party a lesson, but Song Ren waved his hand to signal him to go down, and the referee immediately did not dare to make any other moves.

The audience seats in the stands became restless again.

But unlike the previous questioning of Song Ren for hiring people to fix the game, this time he simply despised Niu Dali's shameless behavior.

This is really shameless!
Boom!
Suddenly, the restless noise from the audience was subconsciously silenced by a huge noise as dull as a mountain.

All pairs of curious eyes followed the sound and looked towards the source.

In the rest area, a fat man who looked like a mountain of flesh stood up shakily. He stretched himself and muttered, "Ah, it's finally my turn! Damn it! I made you wait for so long!"

The fat man's body is covered with fat, shaped like a ball of flesh like a boar.

But when it walks, it gives people an unreasonable sense of lightness.

It seemed like it was flying on the ground, but every time a step landed, a huge roar was heard, and even the objects around it would tremble.

……

Niu Dali, who had just performed a medical miracle and successfully woke up without any injury, was enveloped by a black shadow as soon as he jumped off the stage.

He looked up and saw the meat ball, which was like a small hill, looking down at him.

Niu Dali was a little indignant. I can't beat the boss, but can I beat you?
What kind of crooked and evil ways do you have? How dare you show off in front of me?

Niu Dali stretched out his neck and said, "A good dog doesn't block the road. Get lost!"

The fat man lowered his eyes slightly, and a bloody aura like blood plasma emanated from his body. The shadow of a red-haired ghost beast suddenly emerged in the thick blood.

It also lowered Niu Dali's arrogant tone more and more.

The demon in the contract between his chest was urgently reminding him to be extremely careful.

Niu Dali immediately sat down on the floor.

The fat man sneered in disdain, and a faint voice came: "Humans are indeed incompetent cowards."

The bloated and fat man leaped onto the ring.

He came to the table in two or three steps, shook off his fat body, stared at Song Ren with a somewhat obsessed look, and smiled impatiently: "You smell so good."

Song Ren responded tenderly, "Do you want to eat?"

Hearing this, the fat man nodded hurriedly: "Think about it."

Song Ren: "As long as you survive this slap, I will let you eat your fill, okay?"

The fat man seemed very excited and kept saying, "Okay, okay."

But after he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly regained some clarity, and his face darkened immediately: "No, we haven't played rock-paper-scissors yet, you want to take advantage of me, right?"

Song Ren: "You are anxious, I am anxious too, it doesn't matter if we play rock-paper-scissors, I will win anyway."

But the fat man inexplicably had an adoption reaction.

The bloated palm slammed down, leaving two deep palm marks on the special metal. With red eyes, he roared:

"You fart!"

"We haven't even competed yet, how can you say you won?"

"Damn it, I hate it most when someone plays tricks on me!!!"

A sudden loud roar echoed throughout the venue.

The bloody sound waves rolled down like a tide, one after another, shocking the people in the audience so much that they couldn't help but cover their ears, looking at the red-faced fat man with some pain and horror.

Song Ren stood calmly opposite, his smile faded a little: "Don't make noise, come on, play rock-paper-scissors."

The fat man was still shaking with anger, as if something had been touched. His eyes were red and he stared at Song Ren without saying a word.

The referee also noticed that something was wrong with the opponent and immediately stepped forward to urge them to continue according to the rules.

Halfway through his words, the fat man suddenly turned his head and yelled with red eyes: "Get lost!!!"

The referee's heart skipped a beat, his head spun, his ears rang, and he froze in place.

Song Ren also lost his patience: "Are you still going to compete or not?"

Before the fat man could say anything, the referee next to him came to his senses and showed him a penalty sign. He turned to Song Ren and said, "Competitor No. 526, because you bumped into the referee and refused to cooperate, you will be disqualified from competing for the right to shoot first. You will be the first to shoot!"

The fat man lowered his head, his eyes red, and trembled as he muttered, "Bully me, all of you bully me, damn it, all of you deserve to die!"

The referee realized something was wrong and was about to warn Song Ren when he suddenly turned around and said, "Referee, move aside a little."

The referee was stunned, and before he could react, he saw that the fat man's skin had begun to crack.

Being well-informed, he immediately realized that the other party was a special type of demon, and his expression changed immediately.

Before he could do anything, the fat man had already torn off his bloody face, and his deep roar suddenly echoed throughout the venue: "Human, go to hell!!!"

When the hideous flesh and blood burst out from under the skin, Song Ren just raised his palm calmly, and a black color spread over his entire arm, as if a raging black fire was burning.

Even compared to the fat man's overwhelming momentum, Song Ren seemed particularly inconspicuous.

But Niu Dali, who had just retreated to the stage, stared at Song Ren's palm.

Bang! ! !
With the dull sound of a blow, a cloud of blood mist splattered to the right, completely dyeing the referee red, who was caught off guard, and his body was covered with blood foam and minced meat.

On the other side of the table, the fat man who had looked extremely ferocious just now and whose true form was gradually revealed, now had only the lower half of his body below the waist left.

The obese body that was as bloated as a mountain had half of its body exploded into a ball of blood mist.

On the ground to the right of the ring, there was a fan-shaped mark of blood extending from one corner to the back, which made the atmosphere on the scene, which had been somewhat quiet, suddenly silent for no reason.

In the VIP room, all the guests who were originally holding red wine or sipping tea or coffee suddenly sat up straight and stared straight at the scene on the screen, which was captured with almost no blind spots.

Looking at the slow-motion images on the screen, the body twisted and shattered, and then the blood plasma completely exploded.

Too many people were completely stunned. (End of this chapter)