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

"When I was in the Super God Universe, my boxing skills were already superb, and my own power was basically integrated to enter the Ming Jin realm. Now that I have figured out my own path, it is only natural that I have realized the way forward and entered the An Jin realm in one fell swoop," Zhao Sheng said calmly.

His mindset and temperament changed; his originally anxious and fierce heart gradually calmed down, becoming like a clear spring without any ripples.

At the same time, her mature and steady temperament gradually became calm and indifferent, like a tender leaf on the waves of the sea, like the temperament of "even if there is a tsunami, I will face it calmly".

He already possesses the demeanor of a martial arts master; what he lacks is the ability to synthesize various styles to create his own unique style, and the dragon and snake are precisely the foundation of his Dao.

What Dragon and Snake have no shortage of is all kinds of martial arts. Once he escapes Thailand, he will be like a dragon entering the sea, free to roam the vast world!

After comprehending the profound mystery, Zhao Sheng controlled the flow of his fists and palms, and changed his footwork. Suddenly, his body moved slowly like a sea turtle, appearing as if his fists and palms were powerless and limp.

But the next moment, the air howled, and the speed of his fists and palms gradually increased. His body moved like a dancing dragon, and every punch and palm strike made a sound of air being torn apart.

The sounds of slapping continued incessantly, and waves of air surged as his speed increased and the power of his fists and palms grew stronger.

Zhao Sheng practiced for an entire afternoon, during which time the youths did not return, seemingly avoiding him intentionally. After all, they had been severely beaten and were filled with shame, so they naturally dared not face him.

In the evening, Zhao Sheng went to the cafeteria and quickly finished his meal. He returned to his dormitory and began practicing standing meditation. He was a little full and needed to shake his internal organs to quickly digest the food.

moment.

Footsteps sounded outside the door. Zhao Sheng knew that the young men had returned, but he ignored them and continued to practice his stance. His skin trembled, his muscles and bones resonated, his internal organs vibrated, and his six bowels trembled together.

In an instant, a sound rang out from within him, like the sound of rolling thunderclouds, or the sound of a tiger roaring; it was the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound from the internal training method of boxing.

The young people entered the dormitory and saw the figure on the balcony. They dared not say anything more, silently found their beds, and fell asleep.

The man's pressure on them was so intense that they couldn't muster any desire for revenge. Manlin had all four of his limbs broken, so if they wanted revenge, they had to be prepared to have their limbs broken as well.

After digesting his food, Zhao Sheng turned around and saw that they were all lying in bed asleep. He tidied up his bed a little, sat down, and practiced breathing techniques, his consciousness entering a state of sleep.

The next morning.

Zhao Sheng woke up, looked around and saw that no one was around. He got out of bed, washed his face, changed into the military uniform he had received yesterday, and then left the dormitory.

He's representing the general to challenge the establishment today, so he has to go in military uniform to avoid arousing the general's suspicion and making it difficult to escape later.

Zhao Sheng went to the general's mansion to report, had a hearty breakfast, and then left the military camp for Hamman Street, accompanied by a slightly robust young man.

The young man was Barhai, the general's right-hand man. He had risked his life to save the general from an assassination attempt and was one of the general's most trusted lieutenants. He currently holds the rank of major in the Royal Thai Army.

Zhao Sheng walked down the street, looking at the things around him. He shook his head slightly and hurried toward Harman Street. There was nothing to see; the street's dirtiness and backwardness made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Barhai followed closely behind; before he left, the general had instructed him to keep a close eye on Zhao Sheng.

"Major Ba, you can lead the way from now on. I've never been to Hamman Street before," Zhao Sheng said, stopping in his tracks and looking at Ba Hai beside him.

Balhai nodded and led the way, occasionally glancing out of the corner of his eye to see if Zhao Sheng had escaped. He couldn't mess up the mission the general had given him.

The two hurriedly arrived at Harman Street, where the environment was much better than before, at least the ground was much cleaner and tidier.

Zhao Sheng glanced around and saw that there were at least a dozen martial arts schools. Most of the people coming and going at the entrances had their hands and feet wrapped in gauze, and it was obvious that they were people who studied Muay Thai.

Muay Thai originated from the ancient Zhuang boxing of the Zhuang ethnic group and is the most iconic martial art in Thailand. It uses self-mutilation techniques to train the body and will. The fists, elbows, feet, and knees are the most lethal parts of Muay Thai, making it a relatively fierce external martial art.

The boxers who created Muay Thai only learned the offensive techniques of ancient Zhuang boxing, but not the medicinal baths for health maintenance. It is impossible to rely solely on the body's self-repair; that would be overdrawing one's life force during training.

Therefore, Muay Thai practitioners generally do not live long. When they reach a certain age, their hidden injuries will erupt and even a miracle will be difficult to save them.

Zhao Sheng walked into the nearest martial arts gym. He saw some common fitness equipment. In the middle of the gym was a ring where two people were sparring. They were both novices who had never even started practicing Muay Thai.

"Challenge them." He said it lightly, his voice not loud but clearly reaching the ears of some students, who immediately looked at him and Balhai with unfriendly expressions.

Despite the hostile stares, Balhai remained calm, walked out of the martial arts gym to make a phone call, and then walked back in.

Zhao Sheng remained relaxed and indifferent, his eyes sweeping over the students with disdain, and continued, "Send your school master out. The general ordered me to challenge your school. Either abide by the order of the royal city, or close down."

General?

Upon hearing the word "general," the trainees exchanged glances. One trainee tried to inform the headmaster, but a rough, large hand stopped him.

A dark-skinned young man stepped out of the crowd. His hands and feet were wrapped in gauze, and his eyes were fierce and murderous, clearly indicating that he had killed someone.

Unlike China, where there is a harmonious society and everyone is kind, Thailand is a place where people are competitive and aggressive, and addicted to killing. Muay Thai was created in this environment and is a purely violent martial art.

"Are you prepared to be beaten to death when you come to challenge us?" the dark-skinned youth asked Zhao Sheng, staring at him.

"Naturally, it will determine both victory and defeat, and life and death." Zhao Sheng nodded, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, directly striking the dark-skinned youth's gaze and shattering his aura.

The dark-skinned young man broke out in a cold sweat, his aura dissipated, his legs felt weak, and a sense of panic arose within him.

"Senior Brother!" The surrounding students thought that the senior brother could kill the arrogant guy, but they didn't expect that the senior brother couldn't even withstand a single glance from him.

"It's nothing." The dark-skinned youth waved his hand, looking at Zhao Sheng with a slightly evasive gaze, no longer as arrogant as before. "You're very strong."

"Let your master come out. You're no match for me. Be careful not to get beaten to death in the ring." Zhao Sheng shook his head. He had only used witness testimony to intimidate the dark-skinned youth.

I didn't expect it to be so effective; the other party even looked at me with fear.

The dark-skinned youth remained silent, turned around and walked into the depths of the martial arts hall. Not long after, he followed a middle-aged man, both looking menacing.

"A challenger?" The middle-aged man was burly and indifferent to Zhao Sheng. He then looked at Balhai and said, "Major Balhai, since he's here to challenge us, he should know the rules. I don't think the general will blame me if I beat him to death, will he?"

"Hmm." Balhai nodded. The general sent Zhao Sheng to challenge the school. If he failed and died, so be it. The general certainly wouldn't blame him.

Zhao Sheng sized up the middle-aged man. It was rare for someone who practiced Muay Thai to live to middle age. Either his hidden injuries or illnesses hadn't manifested yet, or the man had a medicinal bath recipe for another martial art. There were only two possibilities.

"Then come up on stage. I hope you don't get killed by me so easily." The middle-aged man glanced at Zhao Sheng, then stepped onto the stage and looked down at him.

Challenging someone is like taking away their livelihood; as the saying goes, "Smashing someone's livelihood is like cutting off their source of income, just like killing their parents."

Boxers won't challenge someone's dojo for no reason unless it's a matter of life and death. If they win, all is well, but if they lose, their lives are in danger. So, very few people challenge dojos.

Zhao Sheng was aware of this, but if he didn't challenge the organizers, Balhai next to him would definitely pull out a gun and kill him. Going on stage would give him a glimmer of hope.

Zhao Sheng stepped onto the stage and stood opposite the middle-aged man. Their eyes met, and the life-or-death situation began!