A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

"Boy, boy!"

Albert was about to climb over the side rope when something hard hit his shoulder from behind.

Looking back, it was the fat white man who was struggling to push through the crowd, holding his crutch high.

He wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve, then leaned over and spoke hesitantly.

"Boy, Varev is from the Falcone family. You should fight well and then lie down quickly."

"Fake punch?"

Albert glanced at the fat man.

The fat man seemed startled, his eyes rolled around, and he looked around nervously. When he found that no one was paying attention, he quickly spoke,

"What nonsense are you talking about! Save your life, save your life, do you understand?"

He looked like he hated iron for not being able to become steel.

"Varev fought nine times, five died on the spot and three died in the ambulance."

"Isn't there another one?"

Albert frowned slightly and looked at Varev who was waving to the audience on the ring.

"The one who became a vegetative state would be better off dead."

"..."

"Do you understand?!"

the fat man roared.

"You're not the one to fight. Why are you so anxious?"

Albert said, turning over and jumping onto the ring, leaving only the fat man panting with anger.

The butcher looked at Albert who came on stage with a grin, and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"I don't need to say more about how ferocious the Butcher is, so today will the newcomer become famous in one battle or will the Butcher complete his ten-game winning streak? The game will officially begin..."

The host retreated as he spoke. Before he finished speaking, Varev kicked off his right foot fiercely and rushed toward Albert.

"when......"

As soon as the bell rang in the first round, Varev's heavy punches were already coming in a barrage.

The huge left uppercut brought a gust of wind and hit the head hard. The right straight punch was ready to go, and at the same time, the right leg was slightly in the air.

The left fist and the right fist are both feints. Once the flaw is exposed, the knee of the right leg will be the fatal blow.

In the flash of lightning, Albert didn't even have time to think, and Varev's intention to attack subconsciously appeared in his mind.

But relying solely on muscle memory and reflexes is ultimately a step too slow.

When Varev's left fist came over, Albert only had time to raise his fist to protect his face!

"Clap!"

The two heavy punches were blocked by his arms, but the huge kinetic energy still pushed Albert backwards. His arms were numb as if they had been pressed by heavy machine tools, and his steps were a little sluggish.

The next second, a black shadow suddenly came up from below, aiming at Albert's lower body, sinister and vicious, it was the top of Varev's knee,

Once hit, he will definitely die or be disabled!

Albert didn't have time to think too much, so he could only tighten his abdomen and forcefully twist his body back.

"call!"

With Varev's heavy breathing, his knees slid close to his lower abdomen.

But Albert's center of gravity is already unstable!

In an instant, Varev followed up with a leap, and the fists carrying the sound of wind fell towards his upper body like a storm.

Having completely lost the opportunity, Albert could only hover in the ring holding his head at the moment.

It's like a small boat in the sea, swaying here and there, with nowhere to focus!

"Sh---"

There were boos in the audience, and some viewers had begun to bet on how many seconds Albert could last. Almost no one bet on Albert, a newcomer, to win, but there were very few curses.

Albert hesitated while watching Varev's footsteps and punches, making quick calculations.

After all, Varev is a "butcher" who can win nine consecutive victories. Albert, who only relies on fighting instinct and reflexes, can't think of any way at the moment.

Fortunately, through constant confrontation and dodging, I have become more and more skilled in controlling this body, and I can't lose in a short time.

This made Albert start to wonder about the original owner of the body.

"boom!"

Another heavy punch came over.

Through the gap in his arms, Albert saw Varev's eyes flashing with extreme excitement, like the eyes of a hungry wolf about to swallow prey into its mouth.

At this moment, the two people's eyes met for a moment.

At this moment, Albert seemed to feel that Varev's punch was half a beat too late.

He vaguely saw waves forming in Warev's pupils, like the simple patterns around the seven reliefs in Morpheus's palace.

But immediately, Varev struck with a sharp whip and resumed his stormy offensive.

Is it an illusion? Albert shrank back and tightened his fist.

Right above the ring, in the vvip box.

Under the crazily flashing neon lights, a woman wearing a floral shirt frowned imperceptibly.

She glanced at the ring, shook her afro slightly crazily, and drank a full glass of whiskey in one gulp.

"go to hell!"

Varev was completely unaware of his momentary trance. He looked at the newcomer who had not yet thrown a punch, and the tragic scene of his opponent's brains overflowing appeared in front of him.

The light in Varev's eyes grew brighter.

Compared with the bonus he received after the game, he enjoyed the feeling of ruthlessly tearing his opponent to pieces.

"boom!"

A sharp left hook finally broke through Albert's defense and landed on his abdomen with a dull sound.

Albert's stomach immediately turned upside down, and the urge to vomit and the smell of blood came to his mouth, and he swallowed it hard.

"Kill him, kill him!"

The crowd's boos and curses grew louder and louder.

"Boy, remember what I said..."

Off the field, Fatty was anxiously following Albert and Varev in circles around the ring, shouting constantly.

"boom!"

The fat man bumped into a body nearly two meters tall. He was about to curse when he raised his head and met a pale face with a particularly prominent hooked nose.

"What did you say?"

"No, it's nothing, Lord Drudge."

The fat man's voice was trembling, and he lowered his head in panic, trying to hide the fear in his eyes.

"That's good, you know the rules."

The hook-nosed man stared at the fat man with a sneer,

He patted the fat man's cheap suit, which was almost soaked with sweat, and glanced at the audience with a gloomy look.

"Since these fat sheep like blood, give it to them."

At this moment, Varev swung a more ferocious right fist, grazing Albert's left temple, making his head buzz, and the left arm that he stretched out to block seemed to have no feeling.

Albert turned his head to dodge with difficulty, and met Varev's violent eyes again.

In an instant, he clearly saw that the ripples in Warev's eyes were getting denser and denser.

This is indeed the pattern on the relief of Morpheus.

The two of them were in a trance at the same time.

Warev only felt that his fist was empty, and when he raised his head again, Albert had disappeared.

He made a defensive posture vigilantly and turned around, but he was the only one in the ring.

The audience below was still shouting wildly, but they were not shouting their own names.

"Tap! Tread!"

Suddenly, Varev felt the ring begin to shake, and a huge shadow walked out of the darkness.

By the time the other party fully appeared, Varev's eyes were so wide that they were about to burst out.

For the first time, he felt fear in the ring.

It's definitely not human!

Varev trembled as he looked at the nearly four-meter-tall monster in front of him.

The gray-green muscles, the white bone spurs, and the scarlet eyes seemed to be watered with blood.

He smelled death.

"Quit, I want to quit! I give up!"

Varev shouted tremblingly, looking around for the referee.

But what greeted him was the giant beast approaching step by step.

"His!"

There was no suspense, Varev was torn in half like a thin piece of paper in an instant.

Plasma sprayed everywhere.

The strange thing is that Varev is still very conscious at this moment. Under the great pain, he finally heard the shouts of the audience clearly.

"Doomsday! Doomsday!"

What kind of monster is this... Then he lost consciousness in endless fear.

......

The next moment, Varev appeared in the center of the ring again. He only felt that his fist was empty. When he raised his head again, Albert had disappeared.

He made a defensive posture vigilantly and turned around, but he was the only one in the ring.

"Tap! Tread!"

Suddenly, Varev felt the ring begin to shake, and a huge shadow walked out of the darkness.

The gray-green muscles, the white bone spurs, the scarlet eyes seem to have been poured with blood... Wait, what is going on? !

Warev looked at the monster in horror, full of confusion.

"boom!"

This time, he was punched into pieces, and his eyes were hung on the rope with a mixture of red and white.

"Doomsday! Doomsday!"

......

The next moment, Varev appeared in the center of the ring again.

He immediately wanted to jump out of the ring.

"boom!"

He ran straight into the oncoming monster, and eight holes were opened by bone spurs.

......

Varev is in the center of the ring again, but this time he's broken.

He just squatted with his head in his hands, shaking constantly, but he still could not escape the outcome of being turned into a mixture of flesh and blood by the scarlet ray.

Varev appears again...

In the box directly above the ring,

The woman chuckled, licked her lips, and looked at the ring again.

"It's...interesting!"

Dream world, infinite heights.

Albert looked at the scenes transformed by the yellow sand, thoughtfully.

The moment the two of them looked at each other, they both entered this strange dimension.

Varev begins to face his inner nightmare.

As the most brutal black boxing master, Albert discovered that Varev's greatest fear was to end up in the same situation as his former opponent in the ring.

Albert was surprised to find that he could control Nightmare to a certain extent, so he filled in some information and changed Varev's opponent to Doomsday.

Looking at Varev who had collapsed, Albert closed his eyes and began to empty his mind. He began to descend from infinite height, and then descend again.

Opening his eyes, Albert still held his fist, and Varev's heavy punch was close at hand.

But now, Varev's eyes were dark, only chaos remained.