Calamity Crown

The Saint of Martial Arts!

Creator of the original 'Secret Weapon'!

The creator of 'No Limit Fighting Championship'!

These are the terms that appear the most.

And 'has unique artistic taste', 'creating art of an era', 'pursuing unique delicacy' are the next most entries.

After Modeus changed his name to 'Zhao Jingjue', his strength became more and more unfathomable! '

'Change your name, you can change your destiny! '

'The new name gave Wu Sheng new power! '

These entries appear in some almost urban legends.

However, the name 'Zhao Jingjue' surprised Goethe.

It's a name that fits well with the format of his hometown.

There is also the hometown characters carved in the "Mad King's Ring".

Everything seemed to become obvious.

He and the 'mad king' should be fellow villagers.

and……

It seems to be our own!

Of course, he, an orphan, does not have the so-called relatives in his impression, but this does not prevent Goethe from thinking of the saying in his hometown: 500 years ago, there was a family.

"I hate the food in the anchor world, so I found an opportunity to change a 'secret' world into my own appearance-a bit powerful."

Goethe praised from the bottom of his heart.

'Mad King' has some inconsistencies.

But in some respects, Goethe admired him immensely.

Not just the merits of 'Anchor World'.

Also in the 'secret' world as.

Especially in this "secret realm" world before us, from the "First Unlimited Fighting Competition" to the "Tenth Unlimited Fighting Competition", every ten years, a full hundred years, the "Mad King" will rely on his own charm, It becomes its own shape.

For this alone, Goethe has to give a thumbs up.

but……

The other party's descendants are still ill-fated.

Four sons and one daughter are recorded as having died — all by the challenger.

And the "Wu Sheng Guan" which was once regarded as a holy place by boxers, warriors, and fighters has long since declined. After the opponent's great-grandson and last heir was beaten to death in the ring, the "Wu Sheng Guan" became a tourist attraction.

It costs 30 yuan to enter.

According to records, there are as many as 22 descendants of this 'mad king' who was killed in the ring.

This is still on the record.

And not documented?

Estimated more.

Because, 'Mad King' keeps its usual style: the more the merrier.

Although the nominal wife is only the opponent's junior sister, there are as many as 17 women who are not clear with each other!

Goethe was not at all envious of this.

He only knew that his [Blood Honor] seemed to be supplemented by a wave.

Moreover, the 'Wu Sheng Museum' is in this city.

"Boss, your breakfast."

The waiter boy pushed the trolley and brought the food that Goethe ordered to the dining table one by one.

Goethe couldn't wait to pick up a chicken claw and put it in his mouth.

There is no bite, just a suck, and the meat and bones are separated.

Goethe looked satisfied.

Goethe didn't let go of the remaining bone, put it in his mouth and chewed it until there was no smell at all, and then swallowed it - another benefit of [body] being strong is that you don't need to spit out bones when you eat meat up.

Then I picked up another one and dipped it in some ingredients from the store.

Immediately soft and glutinous, there is an extra sweet and sour taste.

And at this time, the news was broadcast on the TV that was turned on——

"Last night, the boss of the famous entrepreneur 'Smart Real Estate' in our city accidentally fell and fell out of the window. The boxer who signed him failed to save him and died. The secretary who witnessed all this said in an interview that his boss was A hard-working, frugal man..."

Listening to the serious nonsense on the news, Goethe didn't even look up.

With nearly six times the hearing of ordinary people, Goethe certainly knew that there was someone in the bathroom.

What's more, that secretary was not good at hiding, almost crying out loud.

But there's no need to kill someone.

During the "Unlimited Fighting Competition" held every 10 years, with the "admission ticket", he almost obtained a "license to kill".

Although there are certain restrictions, only relevant personnel can be shot, but it is enough.

Just like this moment.

No need for Goethe to do anything, the officials covered it up for him.

how to say?

I feel really relieved.

But some processes will still appear——

"You have a good appetite."

A middle-aged man with a sharp face, scruffy clothes, disheveled hair, and a cigarette in his hand opened a stool and sat opposite Goethe.

After saying hello, the other party introduced himself.

"I'm 'Zot' from the Safety Committee of 'No Limit Fighting'."

"Specially responsible for dealing with officials."

"I have no objection to your actions, Mr. Goethe, but as a member of the safety committee, I must appear in front of you according to the procedure, and tell you again not to involve ordinary people."

"After all, Luteng City is a crime-free city!"

The other party spoke very politely, and took out a cigarette and handed it over.

"I don't smoke when I eat."

Goethe didn't refuse, but he didn't light it either, but put the cigarette at hand.

"It's a good habit, but I can't do it. I basically can't live without cigarettes."

"Stay up late every day and work overtime."

"Smoke and tea and coffee became my necessities."

"On the contrary, I seldom eat breakfast."

After saying this, Zot stood up and prepared to leave.

However, only two steps out.

The member of the safety committee stopped and turned around.

"Hope to see you on the 20th."

After speaking, the other party bowed slightly, put the stool back under the table, then turned and left.

This time, the opponent's footsteps did not stop.

He quickly disappeared into the teahouse, but as the other party left, another person appeared in front of Goethe. The other party did not sit on the stool, but just stood in front of Goethe.

"You are Goethe?"

The other party asked very bluntly.

Wearing a black sportswear with a hood on his head, a sturdy aura emanated from his muscular body.

"Ah."

Goethe returned without looking up.

"I heard you killed it, Darwell."

"The strength is good!"

"How about our team?"

The other party asked.

But Goethe didn't have time to pay attention to the other party, because at this time, Goethe was picking up a shrimp dumpling, seeing a hint of light red shrimp dumpling faintly showing under the crystal clear skin, Goethe immediately put it into his mouth.

Refreshing and elastic, but not sticky.

Shrimp are fresh shrimp, not the kind that come out of water after being frozen.

The pork ingredients are also just right.

However, what Goethe likes the most is the durian cake.

The outer skin is rolled in layers, deep-fried until golden, and the crispy feeling of "crunch, crunch" is felt when you bite it down. The durian filling inside is even sweeter-crisp and sweet are a perfect match, especially when it exists in the form of a flowing sandwich, It went up a level.

Goethe tasted it slowly.

The man on the opposite side became short of breath.

Anger accumulated in the opponent's body.

The next moment, the other party raised his hand, ready to overturn Goethe's breakfast table.

But before the opponent's palm touched the table, Goethe raised his head and glanced at him.

Ow!

The opponent's body shook violently, and hallucinations continued before his eyes.

In the other party's eyes, Goethe, who was sitting there eating breakfast, suddenly became extremely huge, with scales protruding from Goethe's pores, a pair of dragon horns growing from Goethe's head, golden eyes that were cold and cruel .

That is……

hunger!

To be eaten!

will be eaten!

Such thoughts rose from the heart of the man in front of him.

In an instant, the world was spinning.

The furious man in reality died down in an instant, and his knees gave way.

thump!

The other party knelt down in front of Goethe.

This scene made everyone in the teahouse startled.

The restaurant owner was even more startled.

It wasn't until Goethe flashed the 'Tenth Unrestricted Fighting Tournament Ticket' and put it on the table casually, that the people around him returned to normal—a hundred years of subtle influence has already made everyone accustomed to There are 'boxers', 'warriors', 'fighters' and the like.

Moreover, there are some interesting divisions of this kind of existence.

Those who serve the enterprise are called 'boxers'.

Those who practice alone and participate in various competitions are called "warriors".

And 'The Fighter'?