The entire underground boxing ring was silent and terrified, with pairs of incredible eyes watching closely.

That weirdo, Ning Tao, defeated Gruva with one punch and violently drove him into the ruins. He was domineering and ferocious, like a reincarnated demon god.

The Black Game of Death, a life and death match, a bloody gamble where you die or I die, no one has ever dared to interrupt it, and no one has dared to think about it, the consequences would be too serious.

This is equivalent to breaking the rules of the boxing ring, slapping the organizer in the face, and even slapping the players in the face. One is a major power in the world, and the other is a myth in the world.

Let me ask you, who among these two parties dares to be fearless even if it is a big country? That is the United States.

This has never happened before in the history of the Black Death Tournament. Everyone never expected that someone would dare to save him and ignore the rules.

The organizer's face suddenly turned black, and he was trembling with anger. The weirdo dared to hit them before, but for some reason, they endured it.

But now, he actually dares to ignore the rules and do whatever he wants. Does he really think this is his back garden?

Some existences in the dark also frowned. Ning Tao not only broke the rules, but also broke their layout and disrupted the direction of the future world. The blame was heavy.

This is like a restless Gu that suddenly stopped the entire Gu raising plan and saved another Gu from fighting. Naturally, the Gu King could not be born smoothly.

But they can't take action, let alone take action. Everything can only be done according to the rules, because they still care about that hypocritical face. Even if someone wants to stop them, they will be stopped.

Due to various reasons, the boxing ring fell into silence. No one took action to punish or reprimand. He was thus trapped in an embarrassing situation and was in a dilemma.

Ning Tao didn't think much about it. He couldn't bear it. He couldn't see the monk dying in front of his own eyes, especially because it represented the future significance and the sadness of an era.

Zhang Hao, Li Dong died so suddenly that he couldn't do anything to save him even if he wanted to. But now, the monk is lying there, as if waiting for death, so naturally he can't remain indifferent.

With a gloomy face, Ning Tao knelt down and looked at the weak monk in the pit, feeling desolate for him.

I wanted to help him, but I didn't dare to move.

Because that iron-knot-like body is full of cracks, like a porcelain bottle that is about to break. There are dense crack marks everywhere, and it will break when touched.

And inside his body, his internal organs were shattered, his meridians were severed, and his blood vessels burst. To put it bluntly, he was not going to die soon. Even if the Great Luo Jinxian came to this world, there would be nothing he could do.

Even if he knew in advance, he couldn't remain indifferent.

I would rather choose revenge against the United States, the giant of the world, than leave the monk with my own hands.

He couldn't watch the genetic warrior kill the monk with his own eyes. This was tantamount to killing the future and the end of an era.

And he cannot be regarded as a qualified representative.

Because he is not pure and has too many things on his shoulders.

When the monk saw this, there was something strange in his eyes, and he said weakly: "I failed. This is a reality. You shouldn't have saved me. Even if I don't get killed, I won't survive for a while."

"I am ashamed of my ancestors, I am the one who has lost face...!"

Hearing these words, Ning Tao's vision was blurry, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You are not defeated, I will bear your responsibility. I don't care what is behind the scenes, my path... I have to go to the end!"

Hearing this, the monk looked sad and sighed: "I have heard of you, you are a good young man, but you are not pure and cannot represent me. You have to accept the reality and the facts."

"Maybe I'm not suitable either, who can tell?"

"Ahem...!"

Blood wrapped around his internal organs and was sprayed out. His breath was weak and he was about to reach the end, with desolation and unwillingness.

He seems to represent the entire monk, Hongmeng, who will be defeated by genetic warriors in a future era just like today, and will eventually disappear miserably and unwillingly.

In this purely small-scale simulation, the monk failed.

Although the future direction of the world is only about 80% accurate, 20% is just the destruction of genes themselves.

If it develops in an orderly manner and there are no changes, then these 20% will not exist and all countries will accept it.

Can vampires, the Holy See, werewolves, and monks make every ordinary person stronger? The answer is no.

But the advent of genetic technology will eliminate them, and they will be happily accepted by all countries, even China.

Natural selection, the fittest...survive!

Ning Tao is 100% sure that all countries have genetic technology secretly, and the same is true for China. When this genetic technology is completed, they will... be eliminated.

Shouldn't this speak of the desolation of an era?

But there is no way. Human beings must develop and choose a path more suitable for becoming stronger. Monks can't do it, but genes can. Even a fool knows how to choose, let alone all countries.

At this moment, Ning Tao was extremely eager to practice, hoping to stand at the top and change everything with his own hands.

Unfortunately, all of this is just a beautiful fantasy.

The monk naturally knows better than Ning Tao, so he hates himself so much and says that he is a sinner through the ages!

There was not much time, but he still had something on his mind.

He smiled sadly and said: "All the wishes of the three of us are given to you. That Tony must be killed for us, even if it is us... please."

When Ning Tao heard this, although he was puzzled, he still nodded heavily in sadness. He must agree to this.

"If you... are still alive, please... take my ashes to... Shaolin, which can be regarded as... the fallen leaves returning to their roots!"

Speaking of this, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, as if he recalled some past events, which were so beautiful and peaceful. Only before he died did he realize how reluctant he was to let go...!

"Master, I will help you fulfill your wish now!"

"Even if I am not pure, I am still a monk. I will not watch its decline with my own eyes, because that is a lifelong pursuit!"

"I will have no regrets in this life if I can stand at the highest point and enjoy the view!"

I saw Ning Tao transform from whispering to Hong Zhongda Lu, showing his firm belief and... Taoist heart.

Under the gradually dimming eyes of the monk, Ning Tao stood up slowly. At this moment, it seemed that the sky was bursting, and an invisible giant tore the sky apart, stepping on the universe...!

A shining star, dazzling!

"boom!"

I saw him jumping onto the ring in an instant, with a cold face, a sad and evil aura all over his body, and his chest was very oppressive.

He has held it in for long enough and it's time to explode.

"Bang!"

The ruins exploded, and a weak giant crawled out, with shameful hatred in its eyes that could not be erased.

"Roar... unforgivable, monkey, damn...!"

However, before he could take action, Ning Tao actually made a shocking move, which could be described as heartbreaking.

I saw him pointing at Gruva, Artest, and Tony, and the roar in his mouth was like the roar of an ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex, echoing endlessly.

"You three, all come up here...and die...!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone's eyes almost popped out of shock.
Chapter completed!