Suddenly a madman sharpens his knife at night

Chapter 10: Rising Luck
  Lu Hu was carried back from the death arena this time. After holding on and enjoying the cheers of his victory, Lu Hu fainted.

When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to his cell.

He woke up directly from the severe pain in his body.

"Don't move!"

The white-bearded old man in front of him scolded Lu Hu when he noticed that he had woken up.

He looked around slightly confused and found that he was lying on his old bed. The old man's fingers were pressing on his lower abdomen. It was bright outside and it was already the early morning of the second day.

Suddenly, the old man found a key point and exerted force with his skinny fingers.

"Ah!" The severe pain erupted tenfold, and Lu Hu couldn't help but scream. His body seemed to be in spasm, and he stood upright, with his mouth wide open.

With a whoosh, he spat out a mouthful of dark black bloody phlegm.

"You're still crazy tiger, can't you bear even this little pain?"

The old man sneered at Lu Hu.

Lu Hu's painful eyebrows stood up, he glared at the old man, and squeezed out a cry from his throat, "Continue!"

The old man pressed his fingers repeatedly, and every time he exerted force, Lu Hu spit out bloody phlegm.

After five times, Lu Hu was sweating profusely from the pain, but then he felt that his body was much more relaxed.

The old man took out a sharp knife from the small wooden box next to him and opened a cut on his left rib. Immediately, dark red blood flowed out of it.

After the blood turned into a normal bright red color, the plaster that had been prepared was applied to the wound, and then a white bandage was wrapped around it.

"Your boy's body is indeed strong, and the congestion in his body can be easily vomited. No wonder he can fight back and kill warriors!"

This old man is a doctor who specializes in treating injuries of combatants in the death arena. He is quite accomplished in bruises, blood clots, and bone-setting massage.

"Old sir, how is my injury?" Lu Hufa asked.

The old man was a little surprised when he heard this. Most of the Death Fighters he fought against all the time were vicious. During the treatment, there were not a few who cursed because of the pain. The old man had heard this man's nickname of "Crazy Tiger" before he came here.

I thought he was another villain, so when Lu Hu just woke up, he yelled at him.

This is his long-term treatment experience. To deal with such evil men, you have to suppress them in the first rescue, and it will be much easier later.

This is also true when using language to stimulate each other.

But unexpectedly, instead of being crazy, this crazy tiger was extremely polite and treated him like an old gentleman.

The old man's tone softened accordingly.

"The main injuries you suffered were internal injuries. Now all the congestion in your body has been basically eliminated. You will take my medicine later to dissolve the remaining congestion and rest for a while. Then you will be fine!"

Just as he was talking, he saw Li Mute push the door in and clean up the bloody sputum on the floor. After going out, he saw two men in black walking into the cell surrounded by a big man.

That big man was none other than Coach Li, whom Lu Hu had seen in the rain before. This man had such a burly and tall body that he even had to lower his head before entering the cell.

When the old man saw the person coming, he quickly stood up and saluted, "Coach Li!"

"Well, Doctor Zhao, how is the injury?"

"If I return to my teacher, there is no serious problem. I will just take medicine and rest for a while!"

"Okay, take Dr. Zhao to the warehouse to grab medicine."

The two men in black and Dr. Zhao went out.

At this time, Coach Li was the only one left on the field.

"In the last match, the fight was very exciting. He was able to kill by leapfrogging. There are very few D-level death battles in the entire Anyang Mansion!" "It's just for survival!"

"According to the rules of the Death Arena, you have won two games in a row and are now qualified to practice martial arts. At this level, there are only three low-level martial arts books that can be practiced, namely "Wind-piercing Legs" and "Black Tiger". Fist", "Strong Palm".

Tell me now which one you choose! "

Lu Hu had fought to the death with Niu Biao before, and he already had an intuitive feeling for the strength of martial arts practitioners.

The martial arts in this world are by no means like those in his previous life, which were just some physical strengthening and fighting techniques, but they truly greatly improved the body.

As a slave similar to himself, Niu Biao didn't need to think about it. He wouldn't have to practice for too long. In this way, in terms of physical fitness, he could completely crush himself with supernatural powers.

You can imagine how powerful this martial art is!
  Lu Hu thought quickly in his mind, "I choose "Black Tiger Fist"!"

"Well! You were favored by the manager in the last game, and you were allowed to take out one-tenth of the silver coins rewarded before you played six games. As a reward for you, you gave a total of rewards in the first two games. Sixty taels of silver, this is a Qi and Blood Pill worth sixty taels."

Lu Hu took three black and ugly pills from Coach Li.

"Is there such a good thing?" He thought in his mind, after playing two games in a row, his status has really improved rapidly!

Lu Hu originally thought that Coach Li would directly give him the skills to practice, but who knew that he would actually turn around and leave after giving him the elixir.

For some reason, Lu Hu felt a sense of dissatisfaction with him from Coach Li, and he didn't know how a slave like him could offend such a big shot.

"baffling!"

When Coach Li left, Lu Hu was the only one left in the cell. When he relaxed, he felt unbearably hungry.

But it was not yet time for Li Mute to prepare food, so he had to endure it for now.

His body was slightly hot and his head was relatively groggy. He probably had a low-grade fever. He wanted to sit up from the bed first, but as soon as he moved, he felt a cramp in his abdomen.

The pain caused him to break out in cold sweat, but he still endured the severe pain and sat on the bed.

Lu Hu couldn't train until he recovered from his injury. Out of boredom, he turned on the light curtain in his mind.

Looking at it, it turns out that there has indeed been a change above.

[Supernatural Power Master]: Lu Hu
  [Race]: human

[Supernatural power]:
  Taking (20%): Absorb the essence of food and strengthen your body.

【Luck】：0.8
  "The progress of taking magical powers has suddenly soared to 20%!"

Lu Hu was surprised. You must know that before he came to the stage, he only managed to reach a mere 9% by eating in these five days.

"Is it because of the meal I ate on the counter?"

He recalled that the food he ate on the Death Battle Arena was indeed rich in variety and much more nutritious than the white rice he ate.

But the reason why the progress was increased by 11% at once was probably due to the half roast chicken and Mr. Ning's snacks.

Especially Ning Gongzi's snacks. Given Ning Gongzi's status as a wealthy family member, snacks that he likes and eats often must be worth a lot of money.

"If that's the case, should I ask for food on the stage more often in the future? No way, this time I have two fights in a row before I have the opportunity to ask for food. I usually get off the stage after one fight!"

Lu Hu put this thought out and then looked at the luck column.

Luck has increased from 0.3 to 0.8, which is much more luck than the first game, but it still has no effect.

"What is this luck used for?" Lu Hu was also confused.

Lu Hu has figured out that the increase in luck will either increase his value and status, or kill people!
  "Oh, I can only hope to see if there are any changes when it breaks through to 1.0!"

(End of this chapter)