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

Footsteps sounded again, and a young man in an officer's uniform walked in. He glanced at the young men lying on the ground, and finally fixed his gaze on Zhao Sheng. "Zhao Sheng, the general wants you to go there now."

After saying this, the young man glanced at the young men lying on the ground, then left as if he didn't see them.

Their faces were pale with shame, but after glancing at Zhao Sheng sitting on the bed and sensing his fierce aura, they lay silently on the floor. "This newcomer is a monster, just like those boxers on Harman Street." This was their shared thought.

Zhao Sheng stood up, stepped over the youths, and left. Before leaving, he glanced down at Manlin, then stomped on his crotch, severing his manhood and causing him to faint from the pain.

Upon seeing this, the youths covered their groins as a chill swept over their crotches. Seeing the blood soaking into Manlin's crotch, a chill filled their hearts. They knew they must never provoke that demon king again.

Zhao Sheng followed the young officer away from the accommodation. Along the way, he saw soldiers standing guard with guns and a group of soldiers bullying new recruits. It seemed that the older soldiers were taking care of the new recruits.

They soon arrived at the General's Mansion. Upon entering, they were greeted by beautiful concubines, all dressed in traditional Thai attire. It seemed the General was a man who knew how to enjoy life.

"Go in, the general has prepared food for you inside." The officer stepped aside, and Zhao Sheng nodded and entered the banquet hall.

The general sat upright on a high platform, flanked by beautiful Thai women. A sumptuous feast was laid out on the table, giving Zhao Sheng the feeling of entering a treacherous banquet.

The general exuded a powerful aura, his long-held authority pressing down on Zhao Sheng, who remained calm and composed. "General."

"Hmm, sit down." A maidservant pulled out a chair for him. Zhao Sheng glanced at the general, then finally sat down. Now that he had entered the wolf's den, he had no choice but to accept his fate.

Of course, he also wanted to know why the general had summoned him, which might be related to the fact that the general wasn't going to kill him directly.

"I sent someone to summon you because there's something I need you to do. You should know Harman Street, right?" the general asked, taking a bite of his steak.

"I know a little." Zhao Sheng had never been to Thailand in either his past or present life. If he hadn't transmigrated to the Dragon and Snake World and ended up here, he wouldn't even know what the capital of Thailand was called, let alone what the other party called Haman Street.

But he certainly couldn't say he didn't know, otherwise it would confirm his identity, and the other party wouldn't have any doubts. They could just feed him a peanut and send him on his way.

"Most of the martial arts schools in our country are gathered there, making it difficult to manage. Moreover, the boxers are a group of restless martial artists, and the result of them gathering together is that the order in the royal city is unstable."

"So I want you to go out as a boxer and challenge them one by one, then make them fulfill their betting agreements. If you complete the mission, I can promote you in the military and give you beautiful women and money, how about that?"

Zhao Sheng listened to the general's words and knew that the latter wanted to use his challenge to restrain the martial arts school on Haman Street, so that the general's mansion could manage the security of the entire capital.

As for the promises of promotions, beautiful women, and money, they were just bait thrown out by the bastard. Once the mission was completed, the only outcome for someone like him, with no background, would be to be fed a peanut and end his life.

"Thank you for your high regard, General."

"Okay, then you can go and prepare now. I'll have Balhai accompany you tomorrow, just in case those boxers cause trouble." The general waved his hand, and Zhao Sheng silently turned and left.

"A very good pawn, but it's a pity his origins are unfamiliar and he can only be used for a short time. Otherwise, it would be good to keep him by my side as my right-hand man. Once the martial arts school matter is over, it will be his death day!" The general sighed.

He is ambitious, but unfortunately the Thai royal family has a certain amount of influence in Thailand; otherwise, with his power, he could easily have replaced them.

However, the general was unaware that while he was using Zhao Sheng, the latter was also using him to achieve his own goals.

Zhao Sheng left the general's mansion and glanced at the sky. It was almost afternoon, and the sun was still scorching. "Once the martial arts school matter is over, he will definitely kill me, but I have no choice but to do as he says."

"If I do it, there's still a glimmer of hope; if I don't, I'll die instantly. This general has some tricks up his sleeve. Unfortunately, you're using me, and I'm using you too. Once this is done, I'll head to Southeast Asia or smuggle myself into China."

He returned to his lodgings, where the young men had already left. The room was spotless, clearly having been carefully cleaned, and much tidier, with the strange smell in the air significantly reduced.

Zhao Sheng walked to the balcony of his accommodation and began to practice his boxing under the scorching sun. His boxing skills were already highly refined, but no matter how much he practiced, he could never reach a state of perfection, as if some kind of constraint was holding him back.

"Perfection" is a general term for martial arts, derived from Tibetan Buddhism. Perfection means that there is no further progress in martial arts, or that there is no more progress. Different people have different kinds of perfection.

As for Zhao Sheng's perfection, no one knows where it comes from. He already has the basic form of fist intent. Logically speaking, if he continues to practice his fist techniques, he will definitely reach perfection after spending some time.

However, it is not.

"My boxing skills can't improve any further, so where are I lacking?" Zhao Sheng practiced his boxing routine, and the unfulfilled state of mind became increasingly real, incomplete and imperfect.

He lowered his head in deep thought, when suddenly he saw his shadow on the ground stretching out. A flash of inspiration struck him, and when he started punching again, he had a different understanding.

"Although my boxing has form and intent, it lacks a path. My boxing is like a headless fly without a clear goal. The path of my boxing cannot be extended, so my boxing can no longer be improved," Zhao Sheng murmured.

Every martial arts master has their own path, such as Wang Chao's "Dragons fight in the wild, their blood is black and yellow," Ba Liming's "The imperial star drifts, and the world rebels," and Tang Zichen's "The way of utmost sincerity can lead to knowing the future."

That's why the cheat system sent him to the Dragon and Snake World. There's no clear path. The path of martial arts is basically locked at its limit. Even the path of immortal cultivation is the same. The upper limit of one's life is destined to be low.

This is the path that martial artists speak of, and the Dao heart that cultivators talk about; the heart that yearns for the Dao is also the path to the Dao.

"Where is my path?" Zhao Sheng continued practicing his boxing. He had come to understand the flaws in perfecting his boxing skills, but he was now lost in confusion about his path. What was his original intention? And why did he practice boxing?

From the initial panic of being transported to the Super God Universe, to wanting only to survive after practicing martial arts, and then to activating his cheat ability to protect himself, his goals have been constantly changing and evolving.

If that's the case, then why can't I start with the invincible dragon and snake? Wang Chao can do it, Ba Liming can do it, Shen can do it, so why can't I, Zhao Sheng, do it?

Zhao Sheng was lost in thought, his fists moving with a series of powerful, rumbling sounds, like the roar of a tiger or leopard. His eyes grew brighter, filled with a firm conviction about his path, and his punches became even more powerful, a clear and forceful expression of his chosen path.

The path was clear and distinct, and my Daoist heart was as firm as a rock. Gazing into the vast expanse, I couldn't help but let out a long roar, releasing all the pent-up emotions in my heart. My muscles and bones crackled and popped, and I could clearly hear the sound of my blood flowing through my veins.

"The road lies ahead, and my path will unfold naturally!" Zhao Sheng put down his fist and stood up, gazing at the distant scenery. He was full of energy and spirit, and his spirit had an indescribable charm. He had completed a transformation from technique to Tao.