Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 462: Throwing the Cup as a Signal (4k)
No one knows except the conspirators that this world's number one martial arts tournament is closely related to the fate of the world.

At the Blood Claw Legion headquarters, the legion members selected by Chen Xingzhi had gathered in front of him. They looked up at the huge decisive battle weapon with admiration in their eyes.

Bigger is better, more is more beautiful, and the creation in front of us, named Gu Ju Ji, is both big and good, and the cannons on it are numerous and beautiful.

At first glance, it is a creation that symbolizes justice and truth!

Looking up at the machine, some of the Blood Claw guys even drooled unconsciously.

"It's big and red and looks waaaagh!"

"I can't wait to start using this piece of iron to have a good time!"

There was no need for Chen Xingzhi to mobilize their emotions, as these Blood Claw members were already excited and couldn't wait to get into the ancient garbage dump.

"Boys, now I want to tell you something, something big."

Chen Xingzhi held a war hammer in one hand and a battle axe on his back. His tall body was wrapped in red and black armor. He shouted to the Blood Claw boys in a voice that was almost a roar.

After this roar, the Blood Claw members below not only did not quiet down, but became even louder.

"Blood Claw, Blood Claw!"

"Captain, please lead us to waaagh again!"

"Blood sacrifice, blood claws, skull sacrifice, skull throne!"

Hmm, it seems like something weird got mixed in?

Chen Xingzhi glanced at the boy below and smiled. Considering his size and face, the smile looked ferocious no matter how you looked at it.

He roared again: "Tomorrow, I will lead you to launch the largest waaagh in the history of this world! You will enjoy the best combat experience."

"WAAAAGH!"

Whether it was the great technician who used to be a technical boy in the Blood Claw Gang, or the Pain Boss who was in charge of medical care, they all roared, their voices were earth-shaking, and even the earth was shaking.

"Now, everyone, get into this ancient giant and get familiar with the weapons inside." He threatened viciously, "If anyone makes a mistake tomorrow, I will put him into the big bomb. Do you understand?!"

"waaaagh!" The Blood Claw members roared again and swiftly got into the ancient garbage dump.

Chen Xingzhi also followed them and entered the cab.

“I want to become one with this machine.”

The huge decisive weapon began to respond to his will, gradually awakening from silence.

At the same time, near the venue of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference, a group of Blood Claw Gang members were quietly setting traps.

"Hehe, this will definitely give those shrimps an unforgettable surprise," a kid said with a cunning smile, "I can already imagine their expressions tomorrow."

His companion, a sturdy Blood Claw boss patted his head and said, "What are you doing with such a good imagination? Why don't you make arrangements quickly?"

There is no honor for the Blood Claw members who believe in cunning and cruelty. Their life creed is to do whatever it takes.

But as cunning as they are, they would not have expected that their enemies were not far away and were also setting traps.

"Be quick, don't let anyone find out."

People who looked like company agents were doing the same work as the Blood Claw members, except that they all had helpless expressions on their faces.

"Alas, I work overtime every day, and I do the most dangerous work, but I still don't get overtime pay. Damn Truth Group."

An agent muttered quietly, not noticing that his words had been heard by his companions.

His companion silently wrote down his name and prepared to hand it over to the company's Friendship Department.

I guess I won’t see this agent tomorrow.

In this way, the two gangs completed their task almost at the same time. They quickly disguised themselves as security personnel responsible for patrolling the venue and dispersed to leave the scene.

On the way out, a Blood Claw boy happened to bump into a group agent. They stopped tacitly and stared at each other.

After a long silence, Blood Claw asked first: "Are you here to take over the shift?"

"Yes." The company agent nodded naturally.

"Then go ahead. It's my turn to take a good rest."

The two figures passed each other.

After walking a long distance away, the Blood Claw Boy finally loosened his hand that was holding the dagger in his pocket, and the hidden blade in the sleeve of the company agent that could be extended at any time was not extended after all.

"It was a close call. We were almost discovered by that shrimp." The Blood Claw boy breathed a sigh of relief.

The company agent wiped his sweat. The big security guard just now put a lot of pressure on him.

A peaceful night passed. This night was Christmas Eve and the last night before the storm came.

The next morning, the bloodthirsty spectators who loved to watch martial artists fight had already arrived at the venue.

The auditorium was already full of people early on. The bloodthirsty spectators looked impatient and excited. They couldn't wait to watch the bloody battle.

"I heard that this year's World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament will be the bloodiest one yet. Contestants can bring any kind of weapon. I can't wait to see martial artists compete with hot weapons."

"What's so good about that? I prefer a fist-to-flesh fight between martial artists."

"Hey, you don't know that in addition to the martial arts masters of the older generation, it is said that even the leaders of the two major forces, the Truth Group and the Blood Claw Legion, will take part in this competition."

"There is such a thing? I have to watch it."

Watching martial artists compete is a very dangerous act, even in the protected audience seats of a martial arts tournament.

There are always many spectators who are accidentally injured at every martial arts competition, so the spectators have signed an agreement before coming, which states that even if they are accidentally injured, they cannot hold the contestants or organizers responsible.

Even so, the number of spectators buying tickets to watch the game has not decreased but increased, and the number of bloodthirsty spectators has only increased.

In the contestant preparation area, a group of martial artists who are about to participate in the competition are making final preparations.

"Sithron, Trenbolone, Stenbolone, Trenbolone Acetate, and a Sunflower Liver Protection Tablet, watch my Nine Dragons Body Protection Magic Skill!"

When the Nine Dragons entered his body, the martial artist's muscles suddenly swelled, and his strength also continued to grow.

"Ha, this is the strength and attitude that martial artists like me should have."

After the rules of this martial arts tournament were changed, martial artists who were originally banned for taking drugs responded one after another.

The Truth Group has also thoughtfully launched a large number of drugs, many of which are still in the experimental stage and have won unanimous approval from these drug-taking martial artists.

A traditional martial artist saw this scene and shook his head sadly: "Alas, with the start of this martial arts tournament, I'm afraid martial arts will decline."

"What are you talking about, old man?" A martial artist who was at the forefront of the trend just happened to hear this and couldn't help but sarcastically said:

"Martial artists should keep up with the times instead of just practicing hard. Look at my giant alloy arm. How long will it take you to practice hard before you can have the same power as it?"

Behind him, a group of martial artists who followed the mechanical ascension school smiled knowingly, then lowered their heads to continue maintaining their prosthetic limbs. These prosthetic limbs were large and rough, and at first glance they were made by the Blood Claw Corps. Only they could produce such sturdy and durable things.

These martial artists were obviously recipients of sponsorship from the Blood Claw Legion. They were supposed to use weapons and equipment produced by the Legion to fight against those who were sponsored by the Truth Group in the competition.

The prerequisite is that this year's World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament can be held normally.

The traditional martial artist who was ridiculed said nothing, just shook his head and walked to his corner.

There, a group of traditional and conservative martial artists like him gathered together and looked down on the new-style martial artists.

"Humph, the chairman of the Truth Group and the commander of the Blood Claw Legion are the two culprits that have caused the chaos in the martial arts world today."

A traditional martial artist was furious when he saw this scene. He said, "In this martial arts tournament, I will defeat them and restore order to the martial arts world."

From the organizers to the contestants, everyone has their own ulterior motives. This martial arts tournament is filled with talented people.

"Now, we would like to invite the representative of the organizer of this martial arts conference to speak."

The host's voice resounded throughout the venue, and the picture on the screen suddenly turned to the podium.

All the audience could see the two figures appearing on the screen.

One has an upright figure, the other is tall and burly. The two just stare at each other, and even without speaking, the audience feels that there is some invisible hostility colliding with each other.

They are the two giants who control the world today. Both of them are legendary figures who have reached this point in just ten years.

Eyes of admiration, vigilance, or hostility fell on the two men. After a moment, the Blood Claws cheered spontaneously:
"Blood Claw, Blood Claw!"

"Commander, we love you!"

On the other hand, under the pressure of the Friendship Department of the Truth Group, the group's employees also "spontaneously" shouted out in response:
"Long live the Chairman!"

"Long live the Truth Group!"

On the rostrum, Chen Xingzhi curled his lips and a hoarse and dull voice came out of his throat: "It seems that you are not very popular. You still need to use intimidation to make the shrimps below speak out."

"Be it coercion or inducement, as long as it works," Hemora smiled slightly, "Don't you also rely on the force field and drugs on your body to control your subordinates?"

"As long as it works, that's fine. I don't deny that." Chen Xingzhi grinned. "If there are no other questions, then stop talking nonsense and let the game begin."

"That's what I meant." Hemora extended his hand, as if he just wanted to give a polite handshake.

Chen Xingzhi stretched out his arm, which was thicker than the average man's waist, and held Hemora's outstretched hand with his broad palm, making it look more like he was grabbing Hemora's hand.

The rough skin and thick calluses made Hemora feel uncomfortable, and after a quick squeeze, he wanted to pull his hand out.

However, a huge force restrained him, and by the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late.

The hand that was holding his didn't let go, but squeezed harder and harder, almost crushing the hand he stretched out.

"Heifeng, what do you mean?" he asked coldly.

"Nothing, just"

Before he could finish his words, the hand that was holding Hemora suddenly exerted force and pulled him over, while the other hand clenched into a fist and punched out.

The fist made close contact with the enemy's cheek, and the defenseless Hemora was knocked away.

In full view of everyone, he was knocked flying into the competition venue.

"What's going on? Why did the commander of the Blood Claw Legion suddenly attack the chairman of the Truth Group?" The host was so shocked that he even forgot to turn off his microphone.

"Could this be an exhibition match before the official start of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament?"

There was an uproar in the audience, and for a moment, even the bloodthirsty audience members were unable to react.

On the competition field, Hemola got up in a panic. He rubbed his aching face, and the swollen half of his face returned to its original state in an instant.

He looked at the podium with anger in his eyes, and his voice resounded throughout the venue: "Heifeng, if you can't give me an explanation, today..."

"Boys, take action!" Chen Xingzhi immediately covered up his voice with a louder roar.

In the audience seats, members of the Blood Claw Legion who had been lying in ambush responded to his call one after another. They drew their weapons and went to support the legion commander they were following.

At the same time, the lurking group agents quickly recovered from their shock. They also took out their weapons and fought with the Blood Claw members who were rushing to the competition venue.

The sounds of gunfire, swords clashing, and screams mixed together, and soon the first person fell to the ground bleeding.

Some innocent bloodthirsty spectators were also dragged into the fight, and the more belligerent ones clenched their fists and joined the fray.

They don't care which side they fight, as long as they can fight.

Those who did not participate in the fight huddled in safe corners, watching the fight unfold in the audience and cheering:
"So exciting, so exciting, it's worth the price of the ticket!"

"Oh, that's what I want to see!"

On the rostrum, Chen Xingzhi glanced across the chaotic competition venue, and his gaze finally fixed on Hemola.

He stepped heavily, spread his arms, and flew onto the playing field like a roc flapping its wings.

The noise caused by the landing even caused the entire venue to tremble twice.

"Hemora, the agreement between us is void. Now is the time for reckoning."

He drew out the battle axe behind him, tightly grasped the war hammer in his right hand, took another step forward, and his figure turned into a shadow, flying in front of Hemora.

The arm drives the hammer and smashes it heavily into the enemy.

Hemora's eyelids twitched, and he threw a punch without thinking.

The spring-like structure inside the arm exerted force instantly, making the punch faster than a bullet just fired.

The fist and the hammer collided, creating a powerful shock wave that raised a cloud of dust around the two of them.

Chen Xingzhi retracted his arm which was numb from the shock. His knuckles were already slightly cracked, but they recovered in the blink of an eye.

Hemora's situation was no better than his. His entire arm was covered with scales, but these scales were already full of cracks.

A new batch of scales grew rapidly, and the old scales fell off inch by inch, and everything was completely restored in a flash.

No one gained an advantage in the first round of fighting, except Hemora, who was secretly angry.

He didn't expect the enemy to attack so decisively. According to his original plan, he should have suddenly attacked halfway through today's game and caught the enemy off guard.

Unexpectedly, he was the one who was caught off guard.

"Heifeng, since you are eager to die, I will grant your wish."

A ferocious beast-like roar came out of his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, he turned from a handsome young man of about 1.8 meters into a monster covered with scales and armor.

Powerful strength surged out from his body; this was the confidence that genetic ascension gave him.

(End of this chapter)