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

After seeing Ye Wu and the others off, Zhao Sheng had dinner at a nearby restaurant and then returned to the martial arts school.

"The cheat ability has the function of traveling between worlds, but it seems that we need to wait until the percentage reaches its maximum value before it will be possible to travel between worlds."

"The celestial insect bridge hasn't appeared yet, and the Super God Academy storyline hasn't started. During this time, try your best to improve your strength. Although your fist skills aren't very high, they should be enough to protect yourself as long as you're not fighting against the gods."

Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged, facing the gradually emerging outline of the silver moon, taking nine deep breaths to expel the turbid air from his internal organs, while also digesting his dinner.

One inhale and nine exhales is a Taoist breathing method from the Super God Universe Earth. This breathing method was taught to him by a martial arts master when he visited various martial arts masters.

In the words of that boxer, when you're tired from practicing boxing and have nothing else to do, you can use breathing techniques to remove impurities from your body and purify your internal organs.

Besides, this breathing method is also a health-preserving exercise. Taoist masters live longer than ordinary people, which is essentially due to their practice of breathing techniques.

So over the years, when he gets tired from practicing boxing, he practices breathing techniques to adjust his mood.

As night deepened, the silver moon shone like a plate.

The soft moonlight spilled down, illuminating Zhao Sheng's figure. His eyes were closed, and his breathing remained steady, one inhale and nine exhales. He was quiet and peaceful, as if he were fast asleep.

Zhao Sheng was not asleep. Just now, when he was gazing at the moon, the essence of various boxing techniques suddenly appeared in his mind, and he fell into a deep state of enlightenment.

A sudden enlightenment is an opportunity that every boxer dreams of, and it is also an opportunity that Taoist masters and Buddhist monks yearn for.

For example, Lao Tzu attained enlightenment at Hangu Pass and wrote the Dao De Jing, and Wang Yangming attained enlightenment at Longchang and wrote the Xin Xue (philosophy of mind). Both of them became saints in one day after attaining enlightenment.

Now, Zhao Sheng also has such an opportunity, gazing at the moon and comprehending the Dao.

"Hoo!" Zhao Sheng exhaled a breath of air, and his whole body moved up by using the power of his legs and waist. He practiced his boxing under the moonlight.

"It's a pity I almost mastered my own unique style of martial arts! I must be missing something, something related to creating martial arts." He performed a set of punches, then sighed deeply, his eyes shining brightly in the night.

But after thinking about it, it seems normal. If it were so easy to create a unique style of boxing, how could there only be a handful of boxing masters in modern history?

Every person who creates their own unique style of boxing is a master who has immersed themselves in the art for many years. Only in this way can they become a grandmaster, establish their own school, and recruit many disciples.

"Grandmaster of martial arts." Zhao Sheng's eyes gleamed. Who wouldn't want to be a grandmaster of a martial arts school?

Of course, the main reason is that only by becoming stronger can one survive in this hellish world; the world of gods is not friendly to ordinary people.

"Ring ring!!" Just then, his cell phone rang in his pocket, interrupting Zhao Sheng's thoughts. He took out his phone and saw that it was his business partner.

"Xuan Cang, there are a few underground boxing matches in Juxia City tonight. Do you want to come?" The voice on the other end was a hearty and deep male voice.

Send me your location and register me for tonight's match. My boxing skills have improved recently, and I'd like to find someone to test my skills against.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you to come over."

Zhao Sheng received the answer, hung up the phone, and then turned and went into the house.

Apart from daily necessities, there were basically no other items or furnishings inside the house.

After all, the gods would be descending soon, so he felt it was unnecessary to buy miscellaneous things, which would be a waste of money and take up space.

Zhao Sheng took a mask and left the martial arts gym. Just as he stepped out, his phone rang. He took out his phone, glanced at the map, and started heading towards the marked location…

Zhao Sheng stood in a rather old house; this was the location shown on the map.

The surroundings were cool and damp, with occasional rats scurrying about. He had participated in more than twenty underground boxing matches and was used to such environments, which were sometimes even worse.

Zhao Sheng wore a mask, his eyes were calm, and in front of him was a rickety wooden door. With a creak, he pushed the door open and entered, and then saw a burly man sitting idly on a stone bench.

Hearing the sound, the burly man looked towards the gate and saw a familiar figure. He quickly stood up and said, "Xuan Cang, you've finally arrived! Let's hurry inside, the competition is about to start."

"Hmm." Zhao Sheng nodded and immediately followed the burly man into the secret passage. This passage led to the underground black boxing ring, and there were such secret passages in every place.

This burly man's underground nickname was Black Wolf, a name derived from his ruthless fighting in underground boxing matches. Black Wolf was also his partner, responsible for contacting desperate fighters like him who fought in underground boxing matches.

The organizers of underground boxing matches would notify these middlemen every time they held a competition, and the middlemen would then earn a commission, thus creating a business relationship.

"I heard there's a boxer participating in this underground fight, and he already has more than a dozen lives on his hands. Be careful when you encounter him in the ring," Black Wolf said.

"Don't worry," Zhao Sheng said.

"I trust you, but just a side note: be careful and don't die up there. I'll have to pay for your funeral." Black Wolf said.

He thought of the man behind him who had participated in more than twenty matches. Except for the first few matches where no one was killed, he had basically killed someone every time he went on the field.

"Hmm." Zhao Sheng responded softly. Black Wolf was only fierce when fighting in underground boxing matches; otherwise, he was quite generous and forthright.

The two walked one after the other. The light ahead gradually grew larger, and cheers, shouts, and curses could be faintly heard.

The two quickened their pace and soon emerged from the secret passage.

Zhao Sheng looked around and saw that the room was full of people, and waves of sound rushed into his ears, making his blood boil.

"Get ready, it's your turn next," Black Wolf said.

Zhao Sheng nodded slightly, his gaze finally settling on the iron cage in the middle, where two people were fighting fiercely, each move ruthless and vicious, targeting vital points.

He wasn't surprised at all, so he casually found a place to sit down and silently watched the two fight.

Although the way the two fought looked like chickens pecking at each other, and their methods of killing were clumsy, it was still quite interesting to watch them compete in ferocity.

It's like two ants fighting.

boom!

Zhao Sheng watched for a while, and finally the match ended with one person breaking the other's throat. He watched quietly as the other person's throat was broken, blood and foam spurted from his mouth, his eyes wide open, dying unwillingly.

As the match ended, cheers and shouts erupted from the surrounding seats, mixed with angry curses and shouts...

After the body was cleaned up, Zhao Sheng stood up and walked towards the iron cage. Black Wolf cheered him on halfway there, and he had just stepped into the iron cage.

The burly man, who had just ended someone's life, roared fiercely, trying to intimidate Zhao Sheng with his imposing presence and break his aura.

Zhao Sheng ignored him, clenched his fist. He hadn't been to underground boxing matches in a long time and had almost forgotten what it felt like. He could use the idiot in front of him to test his skills.