Final priesthood.

Chapter 36
The entire opening dance lasted about 10 minutes.

Then all the painted girls left the stage, and the staff cleaned the ring.

Tonight's game has officially kicked off.

A race host in overalls came on stage and said a few words, followed by the referee, followed by the two contestants from the first match.

The two men are very different in size, the only thing in common is that they both wear masks on their faces.

One is a grinning monkey mask, the other looks like some kind of feline.

"Can I wear a mask during the game?"

Lu Yuan asked Lin Zhiqin.

"It's not a can, it's a must."

Lin Zhiqin shook his head and said, "The competition stipulates that you must wear a mask before going on stage, and it must be a mask provided by the competition."

"There are so many rules."

Lu Yuan couldn't help but sigh, no wonder there were so few people participating in the competition.

Playing with a mask on will affect your ability to some extent, so it’s understandable that some people don’t want to come to the game.

At this time, the two on the stage began to fight.

Fist and foot.

After a short trial, he directly entered a white-hot state, and the fight was extremely fierce.

Lu Yuan stared at the battle for a while.

Although there are broadcasts on the big screens on all sides, but because the distance is too far, it is difficult for him to accurately judge the exact strength of the two sides in the competition.

Lin Zhiqin should be able to tell that his eyesight is much stronger than his own.

"The strength of these two is not as good as yours, and they are only amateur fourth or fifth dan.

Before the semi-finals, it was difficult to meet any masters.

Even if we do meet, just admit defeat, there is still a rematch anyway.”

Lu Yuan heard that Lin Zhiqin was trying to comfort himself.

After thinking for a while, he said, "I've seen the competition introduction on the Internet. It seems that there will be money for the preliminaries, right?"

"Correct."

Lin Zhiqin said: "Fight effectively, the winner will get [-] bonus, and the loser will also get [-]."

"What is effective combat?"

Lu Yuan caught these words in Lin Zhiqin's words and couldn't help asking.

Lin Zhiqin shook his head, and then replied: "I don't know too well.

However, it is said that the Mosha Sect has a unique judgment method.

It has to do with their religious secrets.

At this point, many heavyweight competitions are not as good as them.

Match-fixing is so common that no game can stop it.

But only those organized by the Mossas did it. "

unique judgment method.
Fight effectively
As Lu Yuan chewed these two words, he felt more and more that this so-called Mosha religion was full of mystery.

At this time, the first battle in the arena was over.

The winner is the one with the monkey mask.

The whole battle was relatively harmonious and friendly.

One would admit defeat when he knew his strength was invincible, and the other would stop in time.

The referee came up and announced the result of the game, and then the next game started.

Lu Yuan saw that the contestant who had just won the first match took off his mask after getting off the ring, revealing a gentle face.

As he walked out quickly, he was answering and making calls.

It looked like he was in a hurry to go back to cook.

"If I agree to attend."

Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Lin Zhiqin.

"How much bonus does the coach plan to get for each game?"

"Your own bonus will naturally all belong to you."

"Ok?"

Lu Yuan froze for a moment, and then began to frown.

Lin Zhiqin tried his best to lure him to participate in the competition, but he didn't get the bonus.

It is really hard to believe that there is no problem with this kind of "attentive" behavior that is not beneficial.

Lin Zhiqin, perhaps sensing his concerns, smiled and explained: "I have already received a sum of money from the competition party.

For some reasons, I signed a contract with them before.

How many games do you need to bring someone with you?

The liquidated damages are very high, and I can’t help it.”

Is it really?

Lu Yuan refused to believe it all.

But I can't find a strong direction to question.

So far, apart from the fact that the event itself has made him feel a little weird, everything seems normal.

It is indeed as Lin Zhiqin said.

It's a very formal game.

He couldn't fault it.

"Actually, for you, this is also a very good training opportunity.

Your basics are well practiced, and the next thing you need to practice is your style of play.

The contestants in this boiling night fighting competition organized by the Mosaic Cult are not very strong, and there are not so many messy and dirty things.

It’s just suitable for martial arts beginners like you to participate and enrich your practical experience.”

What Lin Zhiqin said solemnly was indeed the real reason why Lu Yuan moved his heart.

If you have money, you can also practice actual combat, gain experience, and level up
Even though some parts of the competition looked weird, Lin Zhiqin always gave him the feeling that he was still hiding something.

but.

Who in this world has no secrets?
He also has a secret of his own - the career panel.

He was not the only player in the competition. Yang Jiandong fought with Lin Zhiqin for a month, and he was considered "retired".

Just because of this uncomfortable feeling, he really couldn't convince himself to refuse such an opportunity.

At worst, I can only play for a month.

But Lu Yuan didn't express his opinion in a hurry, he just continued to watch the match in the ring.

Lin Zhiqin was not in a hurry.

Instead, put this topic aside, and use the details broadcast on the big screen to explain to Lu Yuan one by one.

Lin Zhiqin is a professional martial artist, and the qualities of a martial arts coach are reflected at this time.

The fighting styles and techniques used by both sides in the competition.

Many roads are far away and cannot be seen at first glance.

But Lin Zhiqin suddenly realized after a few words and a few words, and found-"So it is"!
After a few games, Lu Yuan felt that he knew a lot more about actual combat, and it seemed as if a door had been opened in front of him.

Thinking back on my previous actual battles, whether it was in reality or in the [imaginary enemy] consciousness space, I suddenly felt that it was a "street gangster style of fighting" with no ideas and rules.

Many inspirations and ideas popped up in my mind, and my hands were itchy for a while, I wish I could enter the consciousness space and go to the middle-aged man in the rain alley to verify it.

When watching Game [-].

Lu Yuan opened the career panel to take a look, and unexpectedly found that [Fighter]'s career experience has increased by more than 30 points.

"Good fellow, this is comparable to what I get from a fight with a warrior who has entered Dan!
This is the so-called listening to the king, winning ten fights? "

Lu Yuan was secretly pleasantly surprised, and even Lin Zhiqin, who was watching and responding, felt a little pleasing to the eye.

"Ahh-"

Suddenly, a shout from the ring in the distance caused Lu Yuan to look up.

This is the seventh game.

This one seems to be over.

As the winner, a man with a gorilla mask on his face did not step down immediately after the battle.

Instead, he suddenly let out a strange scream and half-knelt on the ground.

He turned his back to the sky and tore off his clothes violently.

Then his two hands frantically scratched back and forth on his open chest, quickly scratching his entire chest until it was bloody.

During this process, his whole body was still as if he was having an epileptic seizure, his body was trembling, and he was repeating a few strange syllables in his mouth.

"%&*#"

Lu Yuan saw that the referee who was also standing on the ring had no reaction to this, but quietly watched the man do all this.

"What is he doing?"

Lu Yuan was shocked and puzzled, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Lin Zhiqin beside him.

Lin Zhiqin was quite calm.

“A loyal believer in Mosa.

What he called was the name of the god of fighting in the Mosha religion.

This can be regarded as a special way of worship among Mosaic believers."

"Is that the goat's head?"

Lu Yuan noticed that the man in the ring was lying on his back, and he was actually looking at the huge billy goat head statue hanging at the top of the venue.

He seemed to see a red light flashing in the empty eye sockets of the goat's head.

"Yes.

According to the scriptures of the Mosha religion, their God of Fighting is the image of a sheep-headed human body with a knife in his left hand and a spear in his right.

Legend has it that the Mosa God of Fighting can give believers an indestructible fighting spirit and an indestructible physique in battle.”

"After all, it is a competition held under the background of the Mosha religion, and it is normal for Mosha believers to participate.

Maybe you will encounter it in the future."

Lin Zhiqin said before that he didn't know much about the Mosha religion, but what he showed now is nothing like it.

Lu Yuan didn't ask, but just nodded to show that he remembered it.

(End of this chapter)