What Hogan sees now is different from what they saw.
They could only use Hogan's posture to judge which scene he was in.
When Hogan walked to the side, he passed through Sneijder who was sitting next to him like smoke, then faced downstairs, raised an arm, and kept shaking and jumping back and forth with his feet.
Harold said: "It must be a boxing match."
Hogan stood there as if he was singing a one-man show, all his postures were preparations for a formal boxing match.
He raised one arm as if there was a referee raising his arm to introduce.
And the place where he stood was not in the aisle on the second floor, but on the boxing ring in all directions, surrounded by spectators who were sitting, standing, and even waving their arms and screaming.
"What will happen if he really fights in a boxing match?"
Cheng Qianxun asked worriedly.
Sneijder said as calmly as possible: "It should be the same as me.
When I closed my eyes, the other person rushed towards me with a knife, and the knife was about to hit me.
But nothing happened to me."
I hope so, but Cheng Qianxun feels that things are definitely not that simple.
After Hogan put down his hand, he turned around and faced the empty aisle, relaxing his whole body and nodding from time to time.
"We are talking about the rules of the game."
Reger explained: "The fight is about to begin."
I really don’t know what Hogan saw at this time.
Maybe it was an extremely real game in his eyes.
Everyone was paying attention to what was happening in front of them, hoping that Hogan would wake up quickly and understand that the place he was in was an illusion, and everything was an illusion.
Sneijder comforted everyone: "Maybe it's not that bad, you know, boxing matches are only in such a big place."
By the way, the boxing match is in the boxing ring and cannot go outside this range.
Then there is no such thing as running outside the house and having an accident three times later.
Everyone gained some confidence and continued watching.
Hogan took two steps back, bending his knees slightly, then placed his fisted hands in front of his chin, bent his upper body slightly, and dodged left and right in a defensive posture. . .
As if a bell struck and the fight began, he suddenly started throwing punches and ducking.
"This place is too small."
Rudolph saw the problem and frowned slightly.
The competition venue should be much larger than the aisle where we were standing at this time.
Everyone suddenly became nervous.
We must not fall from the second floor to the first floor.
"Then move quickly."
The four men quickly jumped to the first floor and cleaned up the gravel and sawdust on the bottom floor as quickly as possible.
"Put the quilt all over."
Cheng Qianxun pushed down the quilt he had just used for sleeping on the second floor one by one, as if mopping the floor.
"The question is, is this useful?"
Regel was cleaning up the garbage on the ground floor, throwing all the things that might cause injury into the corner.
"Don't worry about whether it's useful or not, just try your best."
Sneijder grabbed a thicker cabinet door panel and scraped the garbage into the corner.
Things were cleaned and quilts were laid out.
Moreover, the four men each held a corner of a quilt, spread it out, and looked up at Hogan, who was still "competing" on the second floor.
As if his opponent was very strong, Hogan seemed to be hit hard and fell down repeatedly.
Cheng Qianxun, who was on the second floor, saw Hogan kneeling on the ground, gasping for air.
When Hogan looked up, she screamed, "Hogan's hurt, he's bleeding from the corner of his mouth."
"What's going on?"
Reger frowned: "Didn't you say it was all an illusion?"
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"I don't know either," Sneijder replied helplessly with some doubts.
Harold held the quilt and looked upstairs nervously, and said something more comforting: "There are rules in boxing, and some people die, but after all, they are few."
After the boxer falls to the ground, the referee will stop the opponent from attacking further, and then the game will continue after the boxer stands up.
If the boxer falls to the ground, the boxer will count, and after counting to ten, the opponent is considered victorious.
"There are formal competitions."
Sneijder was not so optimistic.
He looked at everyone with a serious expression: "There is no underground boxing."
There are no rules in underground boxing, or there are very few rules.
There are no weight classes or faction restrictions.
Death and injury are common.
Rudolph observed carefully: "Hogan's weight should be about 1.83 meters tall and about 170 pounds.
Boxing should mainly hit the head.
I visually inspected that the opponent he is fighting now is about the same height."
Reger, who is very familiar with bodybuilding and sports, said: "Hogan is a typical middleweight player, but boxing champion Tyson is only 1.8 meters tall, but weighs more than 200 pounds, and is a super heavyweight player.
If you encounter this A super heavyweight fighter, an amateur like Hogan will only die."
We couldn't do this.
Cheng Qianxun became anxious and rushed over: "Stop, stop."
"Don't" Even if Hogan was in an illusion, he might injure people in another dimension.
The men downstairs almost shouted in unison to stop him.
Unable to care anymore, Cheng Qianxun shouted to stop and rushed over, but Hogan still seemed to be affected by the projector, so she passed through.
Hogan finally stood up.
His face had been beaten all black and blue, and the corners of his eyes and mouth were cracked and bleeding.
He was hit hard again, and his body was sent flying.
He flew over the guardrail in the corridor and fell violently from the upstairs.
"Hurry up and catch it!"
The four men downstairs were immediately shocked, tightened their quilts and hurried to catch it.
Fortunately, Hogan did not pass through the quilt, but fell onto the quilt.
But the gravity of the fall also made the four male teammates downstairs unable to hold on to the corners of the quilt, and they sat down together with the quilt.
But the resistance of the quilt prevented Hogan from being more seriously injured.
He struggled to get up from the quilt.
Perhaps at this time, in his eyes, he was beaten out of the boxing ring and fell out of the ring, and he was surrounded by people who were yelling at him to get up quickly.
Some people who had bet a lot of money were even more arrogant, trying to get him to stand up and continue playing so as not to lose their money.
"Hogan, can you hear me?
Wake up quickly.
This is all fake, fake."
Sneijder wanted to stop him, but he couldn't stop him at all.
Hogan finally stood up unsteadily in the effort, staggered a few steps forward, bent down as if walking through the guardrail, and even used his hands to lift the guardrail above.
"Let me come down," Cheng Qianxun shouted anxiously from the second floor.
Reger stepped forward and picked her up.
Hogan seemed to have been hit hard again.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground again.
Hogan was about to die.
"Hiss!"
Harold suddenly came to his senses and suddenly tore off a piece of white cloth from the white quilt cover, threw it into the air and shouted: "We throw the white towel, we admit defeat.
Stop the game, stop it quickly." " But it didn't stop.
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Instead, Hogan seemed to be hit hard on the chest by a heavy object.
His body twitched suddenly and he spat out blood again.
"It's black boxing."
Sneijder shook his head repeatedly.
He had fought before, so he knew some of the inside story: "If it is a death fight, and at the end of the fight, if the audience around him wants him to die, the opponent will raise his arms and face the audience.
He makes various victory gestures to show his strength and contempt for his opponent.
Then he jumps on the guardrail, jumps high, and hits his opponent who is lying on the stage unable to fight back with his elbow.
Come on again, maybe now the opponent starts to show off again. " "Damn, damn."
Looking at the dying Hogan, Cheng Qianxun burst into tears.
Is there really no way to break it?
He must watch Hogan being beaten to death.
At this time, she felt that the blood was flowing back to the top of her head.
Her anger and grief made her unable to control herself.
She closed her eyes and screamed: "No" When she opened her eyes, she was shocked to find that the place she was in was no longer a haunted house, but an arena.
The square stage was extremely dazzling by the high-intensity light, and the crazy screaming people around the stage looked dark, and the blurred outlines of the people were cursing and screaming, like a group of demons dancing wildly.
What's going on?
Did she travel to Hogan's space?
She also finally saw Hogan's opponent.
He was a shirtless man wearing sports shorts.
His muscles were terrifyingly big.
Although he was about the same height as Hogan, he was about the same height as Regel.
He should weigh more than 200 kilograms. , definitely a super heavyweight player.
That's why Hogan was beaten so badly, and he would never win.
The other party was raising his arms to signal to the people in the audience who were screaming loudly.
Just like Sneijder said, he worked hard to show his strength, while showing off himself, and from time to time he would roar like a beast.
While the other party was showing off, Cheng Qianxun hurried to Hogan's side and tried to lift Hogan's head, but she was only strong enough to barely lift Hogan's head.
Maybe Hogan can get rid of it by understanding that all this is an illusion.
Cheng Qianxun put his hands on Hogan's face and shouted loudly: "Hogan, Hogan, can you hear me?
This is all an illusion, an illusion.
You have to believe it's an illusion." , we can go out, hurry up, hurry up."
Hogan seemed to be still immersed in hallucinations, but he asked a little unexpectedly: "You, why are you here?"
He said while vomiting blood from his mouth.
Cheng Qianxun felt a twinge of pain in his heart.
Hogan should be the same as Mike.
The difference is that his lungs were injured by a blow instead of a fall.
The opponent, whose whole body was covered in muscles, turned around.
Unexpectedly, he also had a terrifying mask on his face, with the image of the devil carved into the black metal.
Making him look even more terrifying This person must be a human being, because when he saw an extra person on the stage, he was stunned.
The people in the audience shouted: "Beat to death, beat to death together..."
Cheng Qianxun was annoyed, stood up suddenly, and shouted at the audience: "You really like to watch people beaten to death, don't you see that I am a woman?
Besides, I don't know any martial arts.
What’s so interesting about death?”
She had probably never been so vicious in her life, but with such a roar, the person in the audience who was shouting to beat her to death suddenly choked up.
Cheng Qianxun turned to his opponent and said calmly: "I don't know who you are, but please don't fight anymore.
Hogan shouldn't survive, just let him take a few breaths and say a few last words before he dies."
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