After clearing the game, I became the villain BOSS

According to the characteristics of abilities, the blood codes of Syndicate are divided into superpower system and original system.

Original system means that the areas of blood code enhancement are related to the original human body, such as enhancing muscle and bone strength, improving nerve response speed, stimulating cell activity, etc.

For example, the Crimson Rose Blood Code and the Crazy Skeleton Blood Code in Su Mo's body belong to the original system.

The superpower system means that the blood code gives powers beyond the native abilities of humans, such as element control, animalization, telekinesis, etc.

It is worth mentioning that the superpower system sounds noble, but it does not mean it is nobler than the original system.

There are only differences between unpopular and popular blood codes, and there is no distinction between high and low.

Regardless of the superpower system or the original system, if you practice it to the extreme, it will be extremely powerful. If you can't practice it, you will be a rookie.

There are no blood codes for garbage, only garbage carriers.

Simpson, the hunting target entrusted this time, carries a superpower blood code, the molten iron blood code.

Bearers of the molten iron blood code will gain the ability to convert flesh and blood bodies into metal, in exchange for super strong frontal combat power.

According to intelligence, Simpson's Iron Blood code is Awakening Intermediate, which is also his capital in the black boxing ring.

Although the blood code is one of the three mainstream power systems in this world, it is not as popular as imagined, and it is not possible for just anyone to pick up a blood code on the street.

The restriction of money alone has blocked countless people.

A blood code on the black market costs at least five to six million monthly coins. This is still the most unpopular model, and the most popular models even cost tens of millions of monthly coins.

Even in a barbaric place like the underground black boxing ring, the black boxers are still mainly ordinary humans.

Anyone with extraordinary strength can become one of the best with a little training.

And Awakening Intermediate blood code carriers like Simpson can basically walk sideways in the black boxing ring.

Among his three defeats, two were caused by the banker's deliberate letting of water.

The real loss was to a prosthetic implanter whose whole body was filled with general tube level 2 components.

There is really no way to lose to a prosthetic body.

Comparing the same level, the simple and crude prosthetic body is more powerful than the blood code in the early stage.

Su Mo now also has the strength of Awakening Intermediate Level, but he has the double blood code to awaken the intermediate level, double the strengthening, which can be said to be crushing against opponents of the same level.

Dealing with Simpson was no problem at all.

What Su Mo was thinking about was how to get the maximum benefit from this commission.

If he ambush Simpson honestly and leave after killing everyone, he would only receive a commission reward of 500,000 monthly coins.

He is now in the early stages of development and needs money everywhere, and hundreds of thousands are really not enough.

The commission remuneration cannot suddenly become high. After all, O'Diana is not stupid. When we first start cooperating, we will definitely give some low-priced commissions first, and then slowly build trust before considering publishing with a higher price.

Since the remuneration cannot be changed, you have to use your brain and find ways to make some extra money.

Thinking of this, Su Mo smiled sinisterly and drove towards the block where the black boxing stadium was located.

Due to the existence of the Border Isolation Act, there is no security force and no legal control in the border areas.

The pleasure-seeking side of human nature is clearly revealed here.

Anyone can find a place on the border that suits their dark fetishes, and the Black Fist Arena is one of them.

Violence is engraved deep in human genes.

But most people are cowardly. They like to see blood dripping on them, but they don't want them to be the ones bleeding.

Therefore, the black boxing field became their best destination.

There are many black boxing gyms in the border area, and a fierce fight is taking place in one of them on Heisen Street.

The closed boxing ring was filled with smoke and the smell of cigarettes and low-quality alcohol. Shouts of kill were heard constantly from the shadowed auditorium, and ceiling spotlights shone on the central octagonal iron cage.

The octagonal iron cage was surrounded by barbed wire and had only one entrance and exit. There was a wooden pillar with a roll of banknotes tied to it, containing a full 5,000 monthly coins.

Two boxers are fighting in the cage, one is the host sent by the boxing ring, and the other is an outside challenger.

According to the rules, the host accepts anyone's challenge. As long as he can defeat him, he can step out of the iron cage and take away the 5,000 monthly coins.

The price is that the challenger who steps into the iron cage must sacrifice his life and leave it to the audience after defeat.

Don't think it's ridiculous.

There is a saying in Crescent City - the people on the border are not as good as the dogs in the inner city.

In a place with no dignity like the border area, 5,000 monthly coins is enough for an ordinary person to risk his life.

In the iron cage, the host and the challenger had fought for several rounds. Their fists, skin, and even teeth were stained with blood, like two bloodthirsty beasts, which gave people a huge visual impact.

Even so, the audience still felt dissatisfied and complained loudly:

Boring! So boring! Are you massaging each other?!

Damn you pigs, my grandmother can beat mice better than you!

Are you worthy of us? Oh you, refund the money!

The host country heard the wild curses from the audience and immediately accelerated the attack pace for fear of having their bonuses deducted after the game.

Boom! Boom! Boom!.

His fist suddenly became heavier, and he no longer held back. One punch could actually cause blood on the skin, beating the challenger to pieces.

Boom! Boom! Boom!.

Gradually, the challenger becomes exhausted and unable to withstand the heavy blows.

The host took the opportunity to get behind the challenger, locked his waist and exerted upward force, and performed a textbook arch bridge fall.

Boom!!!

The challenger's back fell heavily to the ground, and his spine was severely injured. His whole body was trembling for a while, and blood foam kept pouring from his mouth and nose.

The emotions of the audience who had been scolding just now were ignited, and they roared with excitement.

The referee started counting outside the cage: 1! 2! 3!.

The challenger struggled in the blood on the ground.

8!

9!

10!

The challenger failed to get up in the end.

Ding ding ding! The finish bell rang at the end of the race.

The outcome has been decided.

Next, it’s “judgment time.”

The host pinned the struggling challenger down and looked intensely at the audience, waiting for their answer.

The challenger's eyes were empty and he lost his original momentum. He clasped his hands and begged the audience in a trembling voice: Please, please. My wife is still waiting for me to come home. I want to make money to treat her illness. I can't die, please.

For challengers who offer their lives and step into the iron cage, the audience is the god who can judge their life or death after defeat.

The audience can choose to be merciful and let the failed challenger go.

They can also choose to have their hosts end their lives.

Although there are two options, the former situation has never happened since the establishment of the Black Boxing Arena.

Today is no exception.

Death! Die! Die! The audience fell into extreme frenzy, shouting so hard that they all shouted the same words.

The host opened his arms as if to hug the audience outside the cage, then raised his fists and shouted: I will give you my blood!

He grabbed the challenger's upper jaw with one hand and pressed his chin with the other, tearing in two directions at the same time.

Tear-- Blood spattered.

The host raised the torn trophies in the air and let out a powerful roar, causing the audience to cheer.

The corpse collection team walked into the iron cage and carried the body away. The host also took the microphone and loudly said: Our warriors have won again, let the challengers spill the blood of the iron cage!

I feel very grateful for the arrival of all the spectators. Just now was our last challenger, so today's boxing match has come to an end.

Halfway through his words, the host suddenly pressed the communicator next to his ear to listen to something.

Soon, his voice became excited again: We just received new news, and a new challenger has arrived!