Black Fist

Cold, hard.

A ladle of cold water splashed over him, and Su Ti shivered, quickly waking up from his stupor.

"You're the worst quality one in this batch."

A low male voice said.

Su Ti propped himself up with one hand, trying to get up from the ground, but his numb body made him fail twice in a row. This appearance made the male voice even more displeased.

"Did you use too much anesthetic when you captured them, or is this kid too weak? How can he go up and fight in this state?"

Anesthetic? Fighting ring?

He was a programmer who slacked off in a state-owned enterprise. When did he ever have the chance to come into contact with these two things?

With strong doubts, Su Ti got up. At this point, he finally propped up his body and saw the situation around him clearly.

A room similar to a locker room, the space filled with the smell of sweat. A young man with his hands tied and mouth sealed was huddled in the corner, making muffled sounds, his eyes full of terror.

A tall man in a black suit with a black patterned mask on his face stood in front of him, looking at Su Ti on the ground with the same eyes as if looking at goods and commodities.

And what surprised and disbelieved Su Ti the most were his hands propping up the ground.

His hands were fair and slender, as if they had never done any strenuous work. This wasn't the key. The key was that the half of his little finger that he had lost due to an accident in his childhood was now completely intact!

Unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar man, and... an unfamiliar body.

Kidnapping? Transmigration?

All sorts of incredible things made Su Ti ask the first question since he woke up. He asked in astonishment.

"Who are you? Where am I now?"

The masked man didn't answer when he heard this, but looked at his watch. The hands on it were already close to twelve o'clock.

Seeing this time, he snapped his fingers. Outside the locker room, two men in black suits, also wearing masks but without any patterns, immediately pushed the door open and walked in.

After entering the door, they looked at the patterned masked man with questioning eyes.

"Boss, it's almost time. Which of the remaining two goes first?"

"The one furthest inside. He woke up first, there's always a first come, first served."

"No problem, boss."

The other two men in black suits grinned when they heard this, walked past Su Ti towards the inside, grabbed the young man who was struggling constantly after hearing this, one lifted his arm, the other lifted his leg, and carried him out of the room like they were carrying a pig.

As they left, Su Ti exchanged glances with the young man. His eyes were full of terror, looking at Su Ti, his sealed mouth whimpering as if asking for help.

This scene made Su Ti's already tightly furrowed brows wrinkle even deeper.

However, he didn't speak. The current situation was really wrong, it wasn't the time to be brave. He could only silently watch the young man being taken away.

After the young man was taken away, the patterned masked man in black suit looked at his watch again and said indifferently.

"You're next. Get ready. This kind of goods can't last long, so you probably have about ten minutes."

After speaking, the patterned masked man walked out, closed the locker room door, and the sound of it being locked came from outside.

Almost at the moment the door was locked outside, suddenly, a powerful stream of memories surged from Su Ti's mind.

This stream of memories was truly vast, pouring into Su Ti's mind frantically, regardless of whether he could digest it.

He didn't know how long had passed. When he came back to his senses, he was already covered in sweat, his face pale.

After roughly accepting this flood of memories, he finally got a fact.

He had transmigrated.

From an old hand in a state-owned enterprise who did nothing all day, slacked off at work, played games after work, didn't plan to buy a car, didn't plan to buy a house, and didn't plan to get married and have children, just planning to die alone, he had transmigrated to a world suspected to be a parallel Earth.

The level of technology and civilization in this world was similar to that of Earth in his previous life, and his current identity was a freshman in the history department of Mingguang University in Mingguang City, Nanjiang Province, Xiya Country.

The owner of this body was also named Su Ti, nineteen years old, with an ordinary family, ordinary academic performance, attending an ordinary local second-tier university, with an ordinary appearance, and an ordinary honest and decent personality.

This "Su Ti" wanted to earn some pocket money during the summer vacation, so he found a summer job delivering food. In order to earn more, he worked the night shift. As a result, when an order was about to time out, he took a shortcut where homicides frequently occurred, and then...

He was hijacked by two black masked men, had a cloth soaked in anesthetic placed over his mouth and nose, and completely lost consciousness.

And whether it was due to excessive fright or excessive use of anesthetic, the original owner died directly, never waking up.

That's why it was Su Ti's turn to transmigrate and replace the original owner.

Thinking of this, Su Ti finally sorted out the cause and effect.

He had transmigrated, and the host he transmigrated into had been kidnapped!

And the purpose of kidnapping him was not to demand a ransom from his family. His family background was ordinary, his parents were both teachers at a local junior high school, and they didn't have much money in total.

If it wasn't for ransom, why kidnap him?

Su Ti took a breath, moving his somewhat weak body to lean slowly against the locker room wall.

This locker room was temporarily made, welded from iron sheets, quite simple, and the sound insulation was naturally not good.

He pressed his ear against the wall and could vaguely hear slight screams and excited human voices from the other side of the wall.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Black Bear, kill him! I bet he won't last a minute!"

"He's almost done! He's almost done! One minute, one minute! Yeah!"

Amidst the fervent cheers and the muffled thuds of flesh colliding, the "battle" on the other side seemed to have reached a conclusion.

Su Ti's heart began to pound violently at this moment. With so much information, he already understood what was happening on the other side of the wall.

It was the recent underground black boxing murder incidents that were rampant in Mingguang City!

The matter was very simple. In the past month, there had been multiple cases of missing people in Mingguang City. Not long after they went missing, these people would turn into corpses, appearing in various hidden locations on the outskirts of Mingguang City.

Every corpse found had died from bare-handed combat, with various signs of being beaten to death by professional boxers.

After investigation by the relevant authorities, these missing and mysteriously deceased bodies were likely related to the rampant underground black boxing matches in Mingguang City.

The so-called black boxing matches were violent and bloody events that used illegal underground fighting as a gimmick to set up gambling.

This kind of match belonged to the dark side of the underworld and was not uncommon in Xiya Country. Besides Mingguang City, many other provinces and cities had similar underground matches, which Su Ti had heard about before.

But unlike other underground black boxing matches, the organizers of the Mingguang City black boxing matches were intentionally kidnapping ordinary people and forcing them to participate in black boxing events with extremely high death rates.

The official authorities were temporarily unaware of the purpose of doing this.

However, at this moment, Su Ti had already guessed the organizers' purpose from the booming voices on the other side of the wall.

Underground black boxing was a bloody event belonging to the underworld, a dark and profitable industry.

Most people who came to watch this kind of match had a strong sense of morbid curiosity, craving violence, blood, and even killing.

And the ordinary people who were kidnapped and forced to participate were probably the sacrifices to satisfy these people's dark psychology.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's take a short break, clear the ring, and today's third dessert will be on stage immediately!"

On the other side of the wall, the host's microphone voice was deafening. Even without pressing against the wall, Su Ti could hear it clearly.

Hearing this voice, Su Ti's face turned pale. Only a fool wouldn't know that this third dessert was referring to himself!

But at this moment, he had just finished receiving the original owner's memory and figured out the situation. He hadn't had time to take any action at all!

Su Ti quickly climbed up from the ground. After a period of rest, his body had shed its numbness. He rummaged through the locker room, looking for a way to escape.

Direct confrontation? Getting on the ring and fighting his way out was completely out of his consideration!

When I was young and full of vigor, I did learn a few months of mixed martial arts. Later, I gave up because there was no place to show off. So many years have passed, and with just those two moves, how could I still remember them?!

Su Ti gritted his teeth. Even if he remembered, it would be useless. His amateur fighting skills were no match for professional underground black boxing.

Although he had never been in contact with underground black boxing, he knew that it was a genuine killing martial art, specifically created for killing!

With the original owner's nineteen-year-old body, with little muscle on his arms and legs, if he went up there, he would be like the young man before, beaten to death in the ring in minutes, and then become another corpse floating on the river on the outskirts of Mingguang City!

Therefore, he had only one thought.

Escape!

He had just transmigrated and didn't want to die in this black boxing arena.

So, to survive, he had to escape!

But Su Ti searched the locker room high and low and found nothing but a few dirty towels. There were no windows anywhere, and besides the locked door, there was no other exit.

As for breaking out by force, it was even more unrealistic. Although this was a tin house, it was more like a modified container. The surrounding walls were hard and welded shut and reinforced. Without proper tools, it was absolutely impossible to escape.

And Su Ti's phone had long been confiscated. He only had a vest and a thin pair of trousers on him, with no tools to contact the outside world at all.

After a series of actions, Su Ti leaned heavily against the wall, his face ashen.

Although he probably knew that his actions were futile and that the event organizers would never leave loopholes for ordinary people like them to escape, being truly trapped with no way out still made Su Ti feel despair.

Fear filled his heart, and his body began to tremble with fear, and the trembling became more and more intense. His legs also began to go soft, and he was almost about to collapse to the ground.

He was not some underworld special forces soldier, nor was he a killer. His identity before transmigrating was merely a programmer who sat in an office, worked from nine to five, and drifted along.

He was used to facing a computer, typing on a keyboard, playing games, watching videos, and expressing his opinions online, but he was absolutely not good at fighting to the death with people in an octagon cage!

Fear surged like a tide, almost crushing his will. He really didn't want to die.

But remembering the young man who was carried out and thrown onto the ring because of fear and despair, Su Ti had to force himself to muster up courage.

He had no way out. Even if he collapsed on the ground, even if he begged for mercy, with the nature of these people, they would never let him go.

To be carried out and thrown onto the ring like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, killed without dignity, or to fight fair and square and die with some dignity, Su Ti now only had these two choices.

Thinking of this, an unknown anger surged from Su Ti's heart, and strength began to return to his body because of this anger.

"Damn it, if I'm going to die, I'll splatter your blood all over!"

The next second, Su Ti jumped up like a spring, his face becoming fierce. He tore apart the dirty towels and wrapped his fists using the techniques he had learned in the fighting club in his memory.

With no way back, some people would be afraid and beg for mercy, just like the young man before, which was why he was tied up and gagged at first, and then forcibly carried onto the ring.

And some people would tear off their usual disguise, expose a fierceness that no one had ever seen, and completely release their beast nature.

Su Ti was the latter.

The lazy expression he had developed during more than twenty years of comfortable life completely faded in just a few seconds. While wrapping his fists, his eyes flashed with fierce and ruthless light, as if he had been pushed to a dead end and was a wild beast preparing to fight to the death.

And just as his aura completely changed.

[Beep, Crimson Martial Arts Modifier has been activated]