Starting from becoming a god, I travel through the heavens.

Back at the martial arts school, Zhao Sheng practiced a few rounds of punches to calm his inner turmoil, then went inside to sit and practice Taoist breathing techniques, quickly falling asleep.

The next morning, he woke up from his dream, stretched his limbs, quickly washed up, and went to the courtyard to absorb and refine the morning glow, and then began to practice his boxing.

"I killed seven people last night, which increased my energy by 7%. My Golden Finger's energy level has reached 72%. I can go to an underground boxing match tonight," Zhao Sheng thought to himself.

He plans to participate in a large underground boxing match tonight. Such matches usually have many boxers, so he might be able to fully unleash his power.

As for the Zhao family's revenge, looking back and forth is not in his nature, and being cautious is not cowardice. People who practice martial arts are inherently bold, so why should they fear the Zhao family's revenge?

After Zhao Sheng finished practicing his boxing routine, the sun had fully risen, and it was past eight o'clock. He left the martial arts gym and had some breakfast nearby.

Boxers have big appetites because they consume a lot of energy when practicing boxing. If they don't replenish their energy, they are prone to injury when practicing boxing, and may even damage their very essence.

After finishing breakfast, Zhao Sheng returned to the martial arts school and continued practicing his boxing. He practiced until noon, which was the students' lunch break. Ye Wu and the others did not come to the martial arts school; they should have been practicing their horse stance at home.

When he starts boxing, he can use all kinds of boxing techniques with ease, and all kinds of martial arts flow through his mind. However, it is difficult for him to improve his boxing skills now unless he goes through life and death again like last time.

Fighting against more than sixty people single-handedly, Zhao Sheng's boxing style possessed an indomitable momentum, a momentum that other boxers lacked, like a manifestation of will.

He understood that the changes in boxing techniques were the imprint of his own spirit at that time. Every boxer has his own spiritual manifestation, and his spirit was characterized by unwavering determination.

After Zhao Sheng finished practicing his boxing, he reflected on his experience. Although his boxing technique didn't seem to have changed much, he knew that it had begun to take shape with the essence of boxing.

The intent of a boxing move can influence one's mind and spirit. A punch is an expression of intent. The intent of a boxing move is the product of the convergence of a boxer's essence, energy, and spirit. A boxer's intent of a boxing move can often reveal his personality. Whether he is bold, timid, cowardly, brave, etc., can all be seen through his intent of a boxing move.

However, he only had the rudimentary form of the fist technique and could not influence or disturb the minds of others.

Zhao Sheng took out his phone and dialed Li Xuan's number to inquire about the location of a large-scale underground boxing match. After receiving the answer and hanging up, his phone rang again a moment later.

Upon seeing that it was Black Wolf calling, he answered, and a voice came from the other end: "Brother Xuancang, are you free recently? I'm getting married soon, and if you have time, I hope you can come to Tianhai City to congratulate us."

"date."

"Brother Xuancang must come on September 20th."

"Okay, I'll go." Zhao Sheng hung up the phone and glanced at the date. There were still two days left. "I'll travel through time after attending Black Wolf's wedding. I've killed too many people lately, so attending the wedding to bring good luck is a good idea."

He booked a high-speed rail ticket to Hangzhou on his phone. The underground boxing match was tonight in Hangzhou, and he was heading there now to arrive in the afternoon. In order to avoid attracting the attention of the Zhao family, he went there in advance to find out what was going on.

That night, he was surrounded and nearly killed by more than sixty people. If it had been a well-trained group of more than a hundred, even with his superb martial arts skills, he would have died with resentment.

Zhao Sheng left the martial arts school and took a taxi to the high-speed rail station. He didn't pack anything, as he might encounter people sent by the Zhao family tonight, so he chose not to bring anything for the sake of his agility.

Time flies.

Soon Zhao Sheng boarded the high-speed train to Hangzhou. He didn't notice that in a slightly secluded corner, a young man was glancing at him intentionally or unintentionally.

However, his senses were heightened by his martial arts training, and a feeling of unease crept over him, making his skin wrinkle, his hair stand on end, and his scalp tingle. "The Zhao family has their eyes on me?"

Zhao Sheng remained calm. He hadn't expected the Zhao family to be so persistent, even extending their reach to the high-speed rail. Since he couldn't kill someone on the high-speed rail, he could only lure them to a secluded place to kill them.

"Boss, our target has been spotted. We can ambush him on Sanmin Road." The young man spoke in a low voice to a communicator that resembled an earpiece, when no one was around.

Sanmin Road is the shortest route to underground boxing matches in Hangzhou. There are few people and few cameras on that road, making it suitable for murders and burials.

"Keep an eye on him. The Zhao family has put a three million bounty on him. After we pull off this, we'll escape back to Europe." A moment later, a voice came from the other end.

"I know, boss," the young man replied in a low voice.

Juxia City is not far from Hangzhou; it only takes about half an hour by high-speed rail. Zhao Sheng got off the high-speed rail, and the young man followed him in the crowd, as long as he made sure the other party didn't leave his sight.

So the two left one after the other.

Zhao Sheng realized that the person following him was a young man, who was slightly robust, with black hair and blue eyes, and was of mixed race. He took a taxi and left the high-speed rail station.

The young man also took a taxi and followed, unaware that he had been exposed.

When Zhao Sheng saw the young man following him, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. Seeing a dark alley ahead, he told the driver to stop the car, and then he got out and ran into the alley.

"Damn it, we can't let him get away." Seeing this, the young man told his driver to stop the car and quickly got out and ran into the alley. If the target got away, the boss would definitely not let him go.

Thinking of his boss's perverted hobby, he ran even faster. As soon as he entered the alley, he was met with darkness and a wall blocking his way. Realizing he had been tricked, he turned to leave.

Zhao Sheng had already blocked their path. A pair of bright eyes flashed in the dark alley, their cold, murderous intent undisguised. His voice was calm, "Which family sent you?"

The young man remained silent, strode forward, and punched Zhao Sheng in the face. He was a Sanda master, so he still had the courage to throw a punch at the latter.

"Commendable courage, but..." Zhao Sheng clenched his fist with one hand, his five fingers working together. A look of pain flashed across the young man's face. Without stopping, he thrust his knee forward, aiming for his groin.

Zhao Sheng stared coldly at him, then kicked the young man hard in the knee, breaking it with a crack. He then gripped the young man's throat with his five fingers, saying, "If you won't talk, then never talk."

With that, he squeezed the young man's throat with his five fingers, then tossed him aside like a dead dog and turned to leave the alley.

Not long after Zhao Sheng left, the young man's communicator beeped, "Lossl, where is the target?" There was no response.

"Lossl, Lossl, where is the target?" There was no response.

"Damn it, Cesis, locate Losel's communicator. I need to see what he's doing." The communicator hadn't been disconnected, and an angry voice came from the other end.

Sanmin Road.

The middle-aged man with black hair had a gloomy expression. Three men and one woman stood beside him. "Cecis, locate Losel's position. I suspect he may have been killed by Zhao Sheng."

The middle-aged man looked at the woman, who nodded and quickly took out a computer from her backpack and started working on it. "Boss, Losel is indeed dead."

"He is currently in an alley on Huaimin Avenue, which is almost half an hour away from us."

"Damn it, let's go. Let's bury Losel first to avoid the Chinese authorities noticing our existence, otherwise we won't be able to escape." The middle-aged man cursed, then led his men away.

Now that one of his members has died, whether it's to appease the members or to eliminate potential threats, he has to give Losel a proper burial.

After all, they entered China as tourists, and it would be very troublesome if their identities were discovered.