During the Republic of China era, I achieved unparalleled success by returning to the past.

With two punches, Song Beiyou knocked down Vajra Warrior No. 21. Before the onlookers could react, Song Beiyou moved like a tiger, using the momentum to turn his steps, his arm following his body, and punched the nearest person in the jaw. The force of the punch reverberated, and No. 22 fell down without a sound.

Before the punching motion stopped, Song Beiyou pounced like a tiger, closing in on the third person. With a swift movement of his ape-like arm, he unleashed his signature move, the "Lightning Five-Strike Whip."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The spectators only saw a figure leaping and bounding like a mad ape, leaving a fallen person in its wake. In the blink of an eye, only three people remained on the arena.

The tidal wave of shouts vanished instantly, leaving the surrounding onlookers speechless and dumbfounded.

It immediately turned into a cacophony of curses, with white bills flying everywhere and crashing into the iron cage.

"Are you kidding me?! You're cheating me out of money!"

"Are you guys in cahoots?"

Song Beiyou seemed oblivious, his piercing eyes fixed on the remaining two—number 23 and number 29. One was a lean middle-aged man with unusually long arms; the other wore straw sandals and had unusually thick feet.

The lean man cupped his hands and laughed, "Brother, what powerful and fierce fist techniques! You must have over twenty years of experience. I admire you. But, do the three of us need to stop fighting?"

The official hiding in the corner swallowed hard, about to go on stage to announce the result of the match, when Song Beiyou grinned and said, "We'll have to fight sooner or later, so let's do it now." Before he finished speaking, he leaped forward.

Shen Daguan's face flushed with excitement. He mimicked Song Beiyou's movements inside the iron cage, swaying from side to side and throwing punches repeatedly: "Hit! Hit! Hit!"

The man in straw sandals was extremely skilled with his feet. He planted one foot firmly on the ground, while the other foot moved like a whirlwind, relying solely on the strength of his waist and abdomen. From top to bottom, each foot was faster than the last, and in an instant, his leg shadows were continuous, directly targeting vital points all over his body.

However, Song Beiyou intercepted his leg movement in the blink of an eye, and with a quick punch, struck his Qimen acupoint on the chest. He immediately felt palpitations and shortness of breath, his leg strength collapsed, and he fell to the ground.

The onlookers around them erupted in uproar.

Someone angrily shouted, "Fuck you! Three people have already been chosen, and you're still playing! You made me lose money!"

The others, who had already lost, were chanting wildly: "Keep fighting! Keep fighting!" Their shouts grew louder and louder, almost lifting the roof off.

Upstairs in a private room, Zhang Feilong laughed wildly: "Haha! This kid's ruthless enough, just like I used to be. Jade Fox, what do you think?"

"Hehe, the fist technique is not bad, it seems to be a variant of Tongbei Quan. It's a pity that you don't cultivate internal strength and rely entirely on brute force. That's all there is to it."

"Internal cultivation? Decades of treatment are not as effective as a few injections of serum from foreigners. If this kid can help me prove myself, I can consider continuing to inject him with serum, and I might even consider buying him another injection."

"If foreign stuff is really that good, why don't you fight it?"

Suddenly—

"Jade-faced Ayou! Ayou!" the spectators shouted excitedly. On the stage, only he remained standing; number 23 had also fallen.

The official wiped his brow, leaped onto the stage like a monkey, raised Song Beiyou's arm, and shouted, "I declare that there is only one winner in the second round of the cage match, and that is—Jade-Faced Ayou! He will be qualified to participate in this year's final championship fight!"

The official, holding a megaphone, asked, "Jade-Faced Ayou, do you dare to participate in next week's ring champion tournament? Say it out loud!"

This official certainly knows how to create an atmosphere. Song Beiyou, standing near the loudspeaker, said calmly, "Why wouldn't I dare?"

"Jade-faced Ayou, tonight's God of War, he says he's going to crush all the champions! Let's wait and see!" the official shouted hoarsely.

The spectators erupted in cheers—since everyone was losing money anyway, they might as well watch the spectacle.

"Damn it! I just said I wanted to buy number 27! I could tell right away that he was unusual, it's all your fault!"

The man who had been scolded hung his head dejectedly, his face drooping with shame, unable to find a word to say.

Shen Daguan grinned from ear to ear, reached out and touched his burning face. Seeing that Song Beiyou had come out of the iron cage, he quickly held up his outer robe and went to greet him.

Song Beiyou felt refreshed and his White Ape Eight-Armed Fist technique became increasingly refined, and his combat experience grew richer. After studying the "Ascending Clouds and Leaping Technique" given to him by the actor, and through practical experience, his agility improved significantly.

Shen Daguan squeezed through the crowd, draped his coat over him, and excitedly raised his fist, exclaiming, "Ayou, you're so awesome!"

Song Beiyou hooked his arm around his shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Have you placed your bet?"

"That's it! You bought twenty yuan worth, I bought ten yuan worth, let's make a fortune tonight!"

Song Beiyou said speechlessly, "Didn't I give you a hundred and tell you to bet it all?"

Shen Daguan was taken aback: "I'm afraid that, what if..."

Song Beiyou shook his head: "You still don't trust your brother enough. Forget it, go get the money."

"Ayu!"

Song Beiyou caught the two silver dollars with a wave of his hand. Ah Zhong grinned, "I also placed a bet on you, so here's a red envelope for you!"

……

The group watched the third round of cage matches, and seeing that it was getting late, they left the boxing ring.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Shen Daguan's excitement faded, replaced by deep regret: "I should have bet all sixty silver dollars! Can you calculate how much I would have gotten?"

"Two hundred and forty dollars, including principal and interest."

"Hehe, we can make a lot of money in a few days." Zhang Feilong said from behind, "Ayou, you've caught the wave. The final tournament is in a few days. Who will be this year's champion depends on this. Come train at my gym these next few days, and I'll help you and your brother make a fortune."

Song Beiyou smiled and said, "Alright, I'll need your help then, Second Master."

Zhang Feilong took off his sunglasses and chuckled, "Go to the boxing gym and find Ah Zhong. He'll give you information on those powerful fighters."

"Thank you, Second Master." Song Beiyou said gratefully, but his eyes, hidden beneath his sharply defined eyebrows, were as deep and unfathomable as a cold pool.

……

Shen Daguan hummed a little tune, feeling quite pleased with himself.

As Song Beiyou sat in the carriage, a thought struck him, and the Book of Impermanence flew out.

[Qianyuan Eighth Awakening - Initial Awakening: 18%] After one battle, it increased by another 2%. Recalling the battle in the iron cage just now, his ape-like figure inexplicably reminded him of that night, of the mentally ill old man Liu Dazhu in the hospital.

"Hurry, hurry, faster, I'm coming to help you." Song Beiyou was suddenly chilled to the bone—what was this old man saying? What was he trying to help me with? Awakening?

Impossible! How would an outsider know I have the Qianyuan Mask and need to awaken it? Why is that? Is he really a lunatic?

Song Beiyou frowned, pondered for a while, but had no clue, so he suppressed his doubts. Turning to the third page of the Book of Impermanence, the image of the new person destined for calamity became clearer.

Song Beiyou's eyes widened suddenly—this time, the one who was destined to face the calamity was actually a woman.

The neon lights dazzled the eyes, and the seductive songs stirred the heart.

In the biting cold wind, a newsboy, dressed in a coarse cloth jacket and worn-out cloth shoes, waved his newspaper and chased after customers entering and leaving the nightclub, shouting:

"Breaking news! Breaking news! Legendary singer Su Xiaowan has died mysteriously, suspected to be a crime of passion! Would you like some, sir?"

"Breaking news! Breaking news! Singer Su Xiaowan and her sister have both died under mysterious circumstances! Sir!"

Shen Daguan stopped in his tracks, as if struck by lightning, and exclaimed in astonishment, "Su Xiaowan is dead?"

"Newsboy, come here." Song Beiyou waved and bought a copy. The largest page in the bulletin featured a photo of the most popular singer, Su Xiaowan.

Shen Daguan asked blankly, "Ayou, how could she die... I haven't even become a millionaire yet!"

Song Beiyou glanced at the newspaper, then patted Shen Daguan on the shoulder in comfort. "Beauty is often fleeting, especially in chaotic times. Why don't you try a different dream—"

The sound stopped abruptly, and a flash of lightning struck Song Beiyou's mind. He suddenly sat up straight, turned to the third page of the Book of Impermanence, and his eyes slowly widened—the second person to face the calamity was Su Xiaowan!