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

Zhao Sheng glanced at Li Min's palm. Although her skin was fair, her knuckles were thick and large, and the calluses on her knuckles were easily recognizable. She was also a martial arts practitioner, and a disciple of Iron Palm and Southern Fist.

Iron Palm can be learned by anyone with a little knowledge, but Southern Fist is unique to only one school and is not passed on to outsiders: the Li family of Southern Fist.

Zhao Sheng once visited a master of Southern Fist, a boxing expert from the Li family, hoping to learn Southern Fist, but was refused by that boxing master.

However, the boxer probably wanted to make a good connection, so he eventually taught him Eagle Claw Fist, thus establishing a master-disciple relationship.

Zhao Sheng withdrew his gaze and was about to close his eyes again when the ferocious tiger returned, holding a number plate with the number "three" on it.

"Brother Xuancang, this is your number plate. It'll be your turn in two more matches." With that, Fierce Tiger handed the number plate to Zhao Sheng.

"Well, I'll show you a way to make money. Bet on me to win when I go on stage." After saying that, Zhao Sheng closed his eyes again to rest and prepare to be fully refreshed before going on stage.

He didn't care whether the ferocious tiger believed it or not; the path had been pointed out, and if he couldn't grasp it, it was his own problem, not his own fault.

The fierce tiger hesitated, but seeing Zhao Sheng calmly closing his eyes again, and remembering Black Wolf showing off his wealth to him this morning, his expression shifted between anger and uncertainty. In the end, he gritted his teeth and left.

Damn it, that Black Wolf guy must have benefited from Xuan Cang's influence, otherwise how could he have suddenly become rich and even retired from his life of crime to prepare for marriage?

He'd gamble with Xuan Cang tonight. If he won, he'd be rich, quit the underground boxing world, and marry a beautiful woman. If he lost? Impossible!

As Zhao Sheng heard the footsteps recede into the distance, he knew that the fierce tiger had clearly taken his words to heart. He would listen to advice and eat his fill, and he wouldn't let the tiger down.

Li Min, who was sitting not far away, also heard Zhao Sheng's words. After saying goodbye to Mu Yan'er, she got up and left.

moment.

The ferocious tiger returned and sat not far from Zhao Sheng. Perhaps because the latter's aura was too fierce, no one dared to sit next to him.

Not long after, Li Min returned to her original seat.

Zhao Sheng sat alone, waiting for the first two matches to end. Then he opened his eyes and looked at the arena. There stood a young man with an ordinary appearance, a tall and straight figure, and a sharp and spirited demeanor.

He stood up and walked towards the ring, his steps steady and his presence commanding.

"Hey, Sister Li Min, your favorite handsome guy is about to come on stage! Oh wait, wait, he seems to be my favorite handsome guy too! Aren't you excited?" Mu Yan'er pointed her slender finger at Zhao Sheng's figure and said excitedly.

Li Min glanced at Mu Yan'er's excited face and was a little speechless, wondering whether she should bring her along next time they went out.

As the fierce tiger watched Zhao Sheng walk toward the arena, it cheered him on in its heart. Its future depended entirely on the other man. If it lost... no, it couldn't think about it anymore!

He absolutely had to win this! His happy life depended entirely on this high-stakes gamble, and he believed Zhao Sheng's words, so he bet his entire fortune on it.

Amid cheers from the surrounding audience, Zhao Sheng stepped onto the ring and looked at his opponent. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the opponent was a master of external martial arts, with calluses on his fists and elbows, and it seemed that he was also a master of Bajiquan.

Although he hadn't watched the first two matches, he could tell from the calluses on the young man's fists and elbows that the opponent had won.

Zhao Sheng's appearance attracted the attention of some young women in the private box. It was rare to see such a young and handsome boxer in the boxing world, and he was also so strong.

Inside a luxurious private room, the woman's eyes lit up with curiosity as she saw Zhao Sheng enter. She looked at the middle-aged man behind him and asked, "Uncle Xue, which sect's successor is he?"

The woman had long, flowing golden hair and a delicate, doll-like face. She wore a slightly pale dress, which made her look noble and elegant, like a princess.

She is none other than Wu Xueqing, the daughter of the Wu family patriarch behind the Angel International Building!

"Miss, I don't know that, but since he's here to participate in the competition, why bother to find out his identity? These boxers are just ordinary people after all," Uncle Xue said.

"Uncle Xue, my mother told me that everyone is sacred. We are the representatives of angels walking in the world, and they are also people shrouded in the light of angels," Wu Xueqing said, looking down at Zhao Sheng.

She could sense the young man's aura—steady, mature, and fierce—clearly indicating he had participated in numerous underground boxing matches and killed many people.

Why did he participate in the competition?

"I understand, Miss." Uncle Xue nodded, turned, and left the private room...

The arena.

"Zhao-style Bajiquan, Zhao Shanhai".

"Zhao Sheng."

After introducing themselves, Zhao Shanhai adopted the Bajiquan stance, while Zhao Sheng adopted the San Ti Zhuang stance, his eyelids lowered as if he had closed his eyes, but his gaze was fixed on the other.

Bajiquan is the most powerful and domineering external martial art, symbolizing boundless reach and limitless possibilities. In ancient times, it was even said, "Taiji brings peace to the world through literature, while Bajiquan stabilizes the universe through martial arts."

Being on par with Tai Chi speaks volumes about Bajiquan's status among martial arts.

Seeing Zhao Sheng's eyes lowered, Zhao Shanhai felt it was a good opportunity. With a snap, he took a lunge forward and thrust his fist and arm straight at the latter's face like a spear.

Zhao Sheng extended his five fingers like eagle claws. This move is not only the Eagle Claw Claw Fist in the Twelve Forms Fist, but also a move in the Eagle Claw Fist. His other hand also extended downwards in the shape of an eagle claw.

He actually wanted to use the eagle to catch the chick. If he caught Zhao Shanhai, it would basically mean he would be childless. His moves were extremely ruthless, even more vicious than the groin strike.

Zhao Shanhai felt a chill run down his spine. He withdrew his fist, shifted his lower body to the side, and rammed his shoulder into Zhao Sheng, as if a wall was crashing into him. The force of the impact was overwhelming, reminiscent of the Iron Mountain Strike from Bajiquan.

If you were to hit it, your body would fall apart.

Zhao Sheng reacted swiftly, his foot thrusting out like a sword towards the opponent's lower yin meridians. At the same time, his body nimbly tilted to the side, his five fingers coming together like a crane's beak, attempting to use speed to overcome slowness.

Crane-style boxing emphasizes the lightness and agility of the body, like a crane. Its advantage lies in using speed to defeat slowness, and its lethality is equally impressive.

Seeing Zhao Sheng's beak-like form coming towards him, Zhao Shanhai couldn't stop moving. Moreover, he saw the latter's foot darting out like a venomous snake, heading towards his lower genitals.

Damn it, why do they always resort to such underhanded tactics? They're either pecking at the eyes or poking at the crotch. Don't they have any direct fighting methods left?

Zhao Shanhai quickly closed his eyes, fearing he would go blind if his eyes were pecked. He raised his knees, trying to interrupt Zhao Sheng's kicking.

Unfortunately, Zhao Sheng was experienced in actual combat. If things didn't go well in the bottom lane, he would spread his fingers into a claw and grab Zhao Shanhai's throat without giving him a chance, and then...

Click!

Zhao Sheng crushed Zhao Shanhai's throat. He stared wide-eyed, not understanding why the other party wouldn't give him a chance to surrender. Wasn't he afraid of the Zhao family's revenge?

Zhao Shanhai's eyes were filled with confusion, then his gaze dimmed, and he collapsed limply onto the ring.

Zhao Sheng loosened his grip, not tearing out Zhao Shanhai's throat, mainly to avoid getting his clothes dirty. He glanced down at the latter, "Since you've stepped onto the ring, you should be prepared!"

Zhao Sheng dislikes throwing matches in underground boxing games, as it's irresponsible to one's own life and disrespectful to one's opponent. Therefore, he will not give Zhao Shanhai a chance to surrender, as that would be disrespectful to him.

As for the Zhao family of Bajiquan, he wasn't too afraid. Northern boxers coming to the south to kill people? They'd have to ask the southern boxers if they agreed. If things went wrong, it could lead to a life-or-death duel between the northern and southern boxers.

Ignoring the cheers, applause, and curses from the surrounding audience, Zhao Sheng opened the panel on a whim. He wanted to see if the panel was charging for killing, which was more important than killing Zhao Shanhai.

【World Travel (39%)】