Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

However, as expected, an accident happened.

Before the three of them even entered the large house, they heard a voice as loud as thunder in a clear sky, followed by a series of screams that rose and fell like the tide.

Upon hearing the commotion, the guards on both sides of the corridor rushed towards the boxing ring building with lightning speed.

Xiaoli was also filled with fear and a little bewilderment, because she had never experienced such a sudden change since the day she entered the Red Skull.

At least in her memory, the people inside Red Skull were always very law-abiding, and Red Skull was a very stable and peaceful world, like a city within a city.

In contrast, Meng Zhao, Ning Baihe, and Yan Congke instantly realized that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity had arrived.

Under normal circumstances, it would be very difficult and arduous for them to explore the interior of the Red Skull, find where Cao Baoyu was hidden, and investigate the relevant guard information.

But now that something unexpected has happened, it's estimated that all eyes within the Red Skull organization are now focused on this boxing ring, giving them a perfect opportunity to act amidst the chaos.

Meng Zhao gave Ning Baihe and Yan Congke a wink, signaling them to hurry up and investigate the news. As for him, he followed the direction of the guards and went with Xiao Li to the main building of the boxing ring.

Xiaoli wasn't blind; she naturally saw Ning Baihe and Yan Congke's actions. Suspicion arose in her heart, and she asked...
"Where are you two gentlemen heading?"

Meng Zhao smiled and replied,

"My two friends are quite cautious and don't like to join in the fun. Now that such a big thing has happened, they wouldn't dare stay here. I guess they went to the casino. They were originally going to come here to gamble on boxing anyway."

"I'm different. I consider myself fairly skilled in martial arts, and I love watching a good show. I'd like to see which brave warrior is so daring as to cause trouble inside Red Skull!"

As soon as the words were spoken, several figures, like cannonballs, were thrown out from inside, crashing heavily against the stone railings on both sides of the corridor with several thuds. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, terrifying Xiaoli, who screamed in terror.

Meng Zhao estimated that those people had probably died from having their hearts shattered by force when they were thrown out. The so-called bloody scene was just the destruction of a few corpses.

In fact, he was not surprised by the situation he was in.

They live by the ways of the underworld, walk the path of martial arts, and primarily deal in the business of the wicked and unorthodox. Smooth sailing is merely a beautiful fantasy.

Those who follow the evil path or the underworld are often overly self-centered, disregard rules, act ruthlessly, and have no scruples. Therefore, they often scoff at and disdain the righteous path of the martial world and worldly rules.

Therefore, they were regarded as outsiders and heretics.

So, will they always abide by the rules within Red Skull?

Admittedly, the Red Skull is a powerful force, and its methods lean towards the dark and wicked; it is not a benevolent group.

But none of us are kind people, so who's afraid of whom?
To be honest, there must have been more than one conflict within Red Skull in the past, and there must have been quite a few troubles and conflicts.

However, judging from Xiaoli's demeanor, she has probably never caused such a commotion before.

This shows that the person who caused the incident was highly skilled in martial arts, to an unimaginable level.

Shortly after the guards were thrown out, a figure burst through the boxing arena, carrying rubble and debris, and shot straight into the sky. Following closely behind were more than a dozen skilled fighters.

When Meng Zhao's gaze fell upon this person, he had already gracefully landed on a pavilion in the middle of the corridor.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that he was holding two bloodied heads in his hands, with blood dripping down his face.

This man was over eight feet tall, with a straight back, broad shoulders, and a unique demeanor, like an unyielding mountain.

Her long hair flowed freely, swaying in the wind, obscuring her facial features and blocking the view of others.

The sharp-eyed Meng Zhao also noticed something resembling shackles on the man's two wrists, but he had broken the chains.

Meng Zhao subconsciously thought of the other party's identity: a boxer raised by Red Skull.

The boxing ring inside Red Skull is a fighting arena that follows the boxing style, and the boxers generally come from two sources.

One type is outsiders who sign up and volunteer to go on stage. These people are either absolutely confident in themselves or want to experience the atmosphere of a boxing match. Red Skull will usually provide corresponding assistance and, after analysis, provide them with equally matched experts.

The second type is the boxers within Red Skull, whose origins are diverse.

Some are trained internally, through instruction in boxing techniques and martial arts. They are generally lower-level boxers, but their fights are more bloody and can provide a strong sensory stimulation for the audience.

There are also boxers who are bought from outside, or tricked, or stolen. These people are often not in control of their own destiny, and naturally, they harbor deep hatred and malice towards forces like the Red Skull.

The man standing atop the pavilion is most likely the second type, and one who is acting against his will and harbors great malice towards the Red Skull.

The only thing that puzzled him was how such a strong and skilled person could have fallen to such a state.

However, upon closer examination, it's not hard to guess.

He may have been seriously injured or poisoned, which greatly weakened his strength.

Only recently, and even today, has he fully recovered, and his martial arts have even improved significantly. With confidence, he is now preparing to unleash the Red Skull.

From now on, the sea is wide enough for fish to leap and the sky is high enough for birds to fly.

A series of whooshing sounds came from behind the curtain, and the dozen or so experts who followed landed one after another, surrounding the pavilion.

The leader was dressed in a dark blue robe, with a sword scar between his eyebrows. He had a sharp, handsome face that was quite striking.

His hands, clad in thin gold gloves, gave him an air of opulence.

"on!"

He didn't say anything more, nor did he communicate with the man at the top of the pavilion. He spat out a single word, revealing his murderous intent.

The others, following his command, leaped up and attacked the man.

These people were all quite skilled in martial arts, possessed great internal strength, and were proficient in martial arts techniques. They were considered masters in the martial arts world, surpassing the average level of experts.

However, the man at the top of the pavilion was, just as Meng Zhao had guessed, extremely skilled in martial arts, to the point of being boundless.

He took a deep breath, exerted force with both feet, and twisted and lifted the huge pavilion top, which weighed thousands of kilograms. Then, with his powerful internal energy, he shattered it into hundreds and thousands of pieces, which flew in all directions.

The hurricane howled, and these fragments, carrying the force of thunder, swept across the sky and shot in all directions.

Such martial arts skills and such divine power are truly miraculous within this secret medicine martial arts system.

Of the dozen or so experts who pounced forward, four or five were immediately smashed to pieces, their bodies turning into blood mist, leaving no trace of their dead bodies.

The others, like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displayed their unique abilities, using their agility, profound internal strength, or exquisite techniques to safely cope with the situation.

Upon seeing this, the head guard wearing gold-threaded gloves also had his pupils shrink and was shocked. He almost cursed the people in the boxing ring to death.

Such a martial artist, such a fierce tiger, such domineering skills—and you actually treat him like a boxer for entertainment? Aren't you just courting death and causing them trouble? In fact, if they really knew this person possessed such domineering skills, the Red Skull gang probably wouldn't have dealt with him this way. More likely, they would have used women, wealth, and hedonistic pleasures to win him over.

After the person standing on the pavilion blew off the top of the pavilion, he did not stop. He used skillful force to strike the two people with the head he was holding in his hands.

Just as the two men dodged the onslaught of rubble, they were struck by two bloody heads.

With the burst of energy, his sternum shattered, his internal organs were crushed into a pulp, and he died instantly.

In a short period of time, most of the originally powerful guards were killed.

Those who survived were all pale-faced and had shifty eyes; they dared not act rashly again.

The situation is now very clear: this boxer, who is being treated as a spectator, is far more skilled than they are.

It's like a fierce tiger compared to a herd of deer; they are destined to be hunted down.

Knowing full well that they are going to die, yet still rushing forward to their deaths, is not their style.

If they had known this person was so troublesome, they wouldn't have rushed over in such a hurry; this is no way to court death.

The head guard couldn't help but wonder; he had no confidence in capturing this person.

Just as he hesitated, the fierce and ruthless man, who was as powerful as a tiger, glanced at the group with disdain, leaped into the air, and was about to soar into the distance.

However, under the cover of night, moonlight, and the glow of red lanterns, an extremely domineering figure appeared before him, blocking his way.

At the same time, this man held a twelve-foot-long Overlord Spear, the spear tearing through the air like a dragon emerging from the sea, piercing towards the man's throat.

The murderous aura and the sharp force of the spear converged into one, stimulating the blood vessels in the man's throat to dilate, leaving faint red marks.

Despite being in mid-air, he remained completely calm, striking out with one hand to meet the Overlord Spear's shaft.

A muffled thud resounded, like a giant drum being struck, echoing outwards.

At the same time, a terrifying force swept outwards, pushing and annihilating large sections of the corridor facilities.

With a single blow, the man was thrown back. Although he was unharmed upon landing, his expression became much more serious.

Then the other person finally appeared before everyone.

He had a square face, thick eyebrows, and fierce eyes. He was a full nine feet tall and had a robust physique. At first glance, he looked like a giant. Every move he made gave people a feeling of immense strength, as if he could do anything.

Strength is the truest reflection of this person.

Meng Zhao's expression also shifted slightly. Such a striking Overlord Spear, such sharp and domineering spear technique, and such powerful internal energy.

He subconsciously thought of Ruan Xiong, the Overlord Spear, whom Ning Baihe had mentioned before.

A top expert from Hebei Province, he has been virtually undefeated since his debut. His exceptional external martial arts skills have made him invincible from the start.

If Xiong Fei's Iron Body in Kaiyan County was already giving Meng Zhao a major headache, then the person in front of him had a physical cultivation level that was more than ten times that of Xiong Fei, making him a truly unbreakable lump of iron.

However, at this moment, the opponent of the Overlord Spear was not him, so Meng Zhao watched this scene with great interest. This battle between strong people was worth the price of admission.

There are many people who share the same thoughts as Meng Zhao.

Before anyone knew it, the packed audience inside the boxing ring had all come out and were standing on the corridor, excitedly discussing everything.

Meng Zhao had exceptional hearing and overheard many people still betting against each other, enthusiastically analyzing the relative strengths of the man and Ruan Xiong.

It's really starting to feel like "entertainment to the death."

There were also quite a few people crowding around Meng Zhao.

One of the shifty-eyed young men grinned and nudged Meng Zhao, saying,
"Hey bro, which one do you think is the best? How about we make a bet and see what our judgment is?"

Meng Zhao glanced at the man's hands subconsciously. They were fair and slender, not like a man's, but more like a well-bred lady who never lifted a finger.

This person's internal strength wasn't high, but judging from his powerful gait and the fact that he could breathe silently, one could roughly discern his characteristics.

With dexterous hands, one must possess exceptional hand skills, superb lightness of foot, and extraordinary agility.

Most likely, he's a thief with a clever, thieving hand.

Meng Zhao wasn't afraid of being remembered by him, and nodded.

"Great! This is my first time here. How would you like to bet?"

The man quickly pulled out a jade-green ring from his pocket and said,

"Brother, take a look. This is top-quality stuff. I've calculated it, and it's worth at least five hundred taels. How about I give you a discount, three hundred taels?"

"I won, brother, you give me three hundred taels. You won, so this ring is yours. How about that, fair enough?"

Meng Zhao nodded. "That's fair enough. Now, tell me who you think is the best?"

The man glanced slyly at Meng Zhao and said slowly,

"Naturally, it's Ruan Xiong, the Overlord Spear Master. He's a true top-tier expert, indestructible! No matter how high the Iron Hand's martial arts are, I don't believe he can defeat Ruan Xiong!"

Meng Zhao was taken aback.
"Do you know that person's true identity? Is 'Iron Hand' his martial art?"

"No, this person's identity in the boxing ring is Iron Hand, but I haven't figured out which specific expert he is yet."

I suspect he's not from Hebei Province. Otherwise, I should know about the renowned experts of Hebei Province.

Meng Zhao shook his head inwardly, thinking that might not be the case.

There are countless hidden talents in the world, and he himself is one of them. As long as he keeps a low profile, even if this young man is knowledgeable and worldly-wise, he will never know of his existence.

"On the contrary, I bet this man will definitely be able to defeat Ruan Xiong."

This was certainly his true thought, and also his subconscious assessment of the relative strengths of both sides.

However, it may not be accurate.

Ruan Xiong himself is a top-level expert with obvious strengths and weaknesses, which makes him seem much more mysterious.

"Haha, brother, let me tell you, with so many Red Skulls around, they won't let him get too cocky. With Red Skulls backing him up, that guy isn't just dealing with Ruan Xiong!" (End of Chapter)