I give the world destruction and rebirth

The Saint was waiting alone in the lounge, which is the last peaceful place for all indebted contestants before they step onto the ring. He seemed to be able to feel the oppression everywhere in the room.

He could hear the tranquility in despair before leaving for those who were deceived into gambling and suffered unforeseen disasters. He could see the fear behind the courage of those who generously died for their seriously ill relatives. He could also smell the reluctance hidden behind the madness of those who had nothing.

The saint sat on a sofa in the center of the room, adjusting his posture as if to restore the position used by the poor man who once sat here.

He listened to the cheers and shouts that kept coming from outside the door, and he knew that it was the sound of sin. The people here had been brainwashed by sin, and what they desired was wrong.

The saint pulled the sofa to the mirror, looked at himself, and slowly took off his clothes. His face, neck, chest, waist and abdomen, arms, back and thighs were all covered with tattoos.

He touched his left breast, where the holy words were written: "We are attacked on all sides but not trapped; we are troubled but not disappointed; we are persecuted but not abandoned; we are struck down but not dead."

The saint knows how powerful Ogeda Okananda is, but he is not afraid. He is protected by God, and the Lord's warriors will not be defeated by the sins of the world.

He made a sign of the cross in front of the mirror and prayed for the dead souls here: "Enter through the narrow gate, for the gate is wide and the way is wide, which leads to destruction, and many people enter. It leads to eternal life, which leads to eternal life." For the gate is narrow and the way is difficult, there will be few who find it.”

The saint took out a tactical uniform from his bag and put it on himself. He also took out two cross daggers only twenty centimeters long from the bag. Those were his weapons.

The Death Fight Grand Prix allows contestants to carry cold weapons, because Ogda himself is a war machine, and his fists are even inlaid with impact horns to increase the lethality.

The saint inserted the cross dagger into both sides of his belt, then picked up a string of fine chains and wrapped them around his palms. At the end of the chain was a long sharp blade in the shape of a scorpion tail hook. The saint stuffed the blade part into cuff.

Finally, the saint picked up a pair of cross-shaped finger tigers and put them on his fingers. After hesitating, he put on a pair of sunglasses and looked around.

"Our priest is a sultry man, and he also prepared a pair of sunglasses! After he dies, we will put this video on the Internet and sell it. We will definitely make a small profit!"

In a secret monitoring room, several strong men from the Bear Gang were laughing and joking. Their task was to monitor the debt contestants to prevent them from killing themselves early or bringing any contraband to the stage.

"The last time the unemployed man had a mental breakdown and ran naked in the lounge, only twenty people bought the rights to play it. Now people are no longer interested in this kind of video." Another security guard held a barbell in his hand, one on the left and one on the left. The right one works the biceps.

"Forget it, let's record it first. The boss told us to pay more attention to him." The security guard who spoke before shook his head and turned to watch a fitness video on another screen.

The saint scanned around with his special glasses, determined the position of the camera, turned slightly to the side, and blocked most of his bag.

The bottom layer of the bag contained two pieces of old-fashioned plastic explosives pressed into thin sheets to serve as cushions. The saint skillfully took out the detonator and plastic explosives from his pocket and combined them. He used his electronic watch as a timer and then closed the bag. The bag was placed at the base of the wall intentionally or unintentionally.

According to the structural diagram, behind that wall is the power distribution station. If it is damaged, it will take at least three minutes for the entire fitness plaza's power to be switched to the backup circuit.

At this time, the saint heard the host outside loudly introducing his name, took a deep breath, and sat back down.

Ten seconds later, there was a rapid knock on the door, and a big black man with an expressionless head came in and said as coldly as if he was announcing a death sentence: "Father, it's your turn."

The saint moved his hands and feet and felt his heart burning. He knew that this must be God's affirmation of him!

After passing through a dark corridor, the big black man stood still in front of a door, then suddenly opened the door, and dazzling light and deafening cheers hit the corridor like a shock wave.

The saint felt himself being pushed hard. When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing on one side of the ring. Both sides were separated by iron fences. The crazy spectators seemed to be watching monkeys in the zoo. shouting at the saints.

"Damn you pretty boy, Ogda will make your head pop out of your ass!" A fat man wearing a hat with a boxing champion LOGO, holding a popcorn in his left hand and a beer glass in his right, shouted at the saint: "I'm crushing you." You can't last twenty seconds after paying a hundred yuan! Die now!"

"Come on! You can do it! For God! For God!"

The Saint felt that if there really was hell, maybe the scene would be similar to here. He avoided the attack of a few glasses of beer and went straight to the ring.

Then, as the lights in the audience flickered on and off, a BGM with a strong rhythm sounded. On the other side of the ring, boxing champion Ogda roared and opened the door, roaring out like a wild beast!

"Me! Ogda!" Ogda stood in the middle of the passage, staring at the surrounding audience, as if judging life and death. There was silence wherever his eyes passed, and finally shouted again: "Kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Tens of thousands of spectators shouted along with Ogda, and even formed a rhythmic sound wave.

Ogda looked at the Saint with a defiant expression, only to find that the other party was still standing there firmly, unaffected in any way.

A ferocious smile appeared on Ogda's face. He hadn't encountered such an interesting opponent in a long time!

Under the guidance of the host, Ogda also stood on the ring. With a height of more than two meters and bulging muscles, he looked like a dragon from mythology.

The saint wearing a black tactical uniform is like a knight challenging the dragon in mythology. There is a high probability that he will be disemboweled by the dragon in the first round.

"I have nothing more to say. There are no rules and no referees here. The game will not end unless one party completely loses consciousness. Now I announce the game!" The host looked at Ogda warily, who had already walked to the ring. Only then did he shout: "Start!"

Ogda rushed directly towards the saint like a castle, fists bigger than a casserole collided with each other, and bursts of sparks flew out: "Death!"

"I will face death here just to return the sins to the perpetrators." The saint stood still and made the sign of the cross.