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

Seeing his opponent move with the speed of a snake and arrive in the blink of an eye, Song Beiyou remained calm and composed. He relaxed his shoulders, lowered his elbows, and channeled his power into his fist, receiving the two deadly attacks aimed at his eyes and throat.

"Hmph! Tongbei Fist?" Jade-faced Snake spread his hands and instantly changed his move, using Wing Chun Sticky Hand, turning his wrists and sticking to Song Beiyou's hands to grab his Shenmen.

Song Beiyou flicked his fist, shaking off his opponent's close-fitting arms. However, Jade-Faced Snake was extremely experienced in combat, and his listening skill in Wing Chun's Entangling Hands technique was even more remarkable. He changed his move accordingly, still keeping close to Song Beiyou's arms.

Song Beiyou was overjoyed at the sight of his prey. Having been injected with the serum, he hadn't yet truly tested his speed. Instantly, he moved like a white ape, his long arms outstretched, his fists flying like a whirlwind, clashing and exploding upon his opponent.

In that instant, his fist felt an unfamiliar resistance in the air!

"Fast punch? Haha, can it be as fast as me? Ah!" What a Jade-Faced Snake! As expected of a top expert, even amidst such rapid punches, he was able to use his listening and neutralizing abilities to firmly stick to Song Beiyou's punches and even launch a counterattack with his snake-style fist.

Song Beiyou was amazed, unaware that Jade-Faced Snake was in turmoil. He had exerted all his strength, yet he could only barely catch the lightning-fast punches of his opponent. Was this a style of Tongbei Quan?

The spectators in the stands watched as the two men moved with incredible speed and agility, their fists and figures overlapping and intertwining, the sounds of their clashes as dense as raindrops, making for a thrilling spectacle.

Shen Daguan and Chen Kuan, sitting in the corner, were tense, staring intently at the boxing ring.

"I didn't expect Ayou's first opponent to be so strong! Ayou is really something, when did you become so impressive?" Chen Kuan was so nervous that he kept swallowing his saliva when he saw Song Beiyou make a move for the first time.

Shen Daguan licked his thick lips: "I believe in Ayou, he can definitely do it."

Manager Chen stood to the side, his expression indifferent, and sneered, "This kid is forcing his opponent to share his moves. How come I never noticed before that this brat has such good potential?"

Chen Kuan turned his head in surprise and said, "Uncle Chen knows martial arts?"

Manager Chen chuckled and said, "I've seen so much with my old eyes, I can naturally understand it."

On the boxing ring, Jade-Faced Snake's face was contorted. His opponent's arms were like steel, and his own arms were numb and trembling slightly. He couldn't afford to fight head-on anymore! With that thought, he took quick, shallow steps and suddenly retreated.

"Where do you think you're going!" Song Beiyou shouted in a low voice, unleashing his full speed. With lightning speed, he reached out and grabbed the other's arm. In an instant, he switched to "Master Butcher's Skill," and with a flick of his fingertips, he understood the texture and gaps between the diaphragms of his opponent's arm.

The hooked fingers, like two blades, glided down along the muscle lines of the forearm, like a red-hot iron melting butter, without any resistance, and then grabbed the wrist, twisted and lifted.

Jade-Faced Snake felt his right arm being clamped, his backward movement halted, and then his forearm felt like it was being electrocuted, followed by excruciating pain in his wrist. Looking down, he was horrified to find that his right arm had disintegrated and was hanging limply from his shoulder like a noodle.

His eyes were wide open, as if he was about to scream, when a fist the size of a sandbag came crashing down on him, the fierce wind from which made his face tremble like waves.

That punch would surely splatter his brains. He was instantly terrified; his knees buckled, and he knelt down, crying out, "I surrender! I surrender!"

Song Beiyou slowly withdrew his fist, a smile playing on his lips: "Go find an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor to treat you, and you'll recover in a year or two."

Only then did Jade-Faced Snake realize that cold sweat was pouring down his forehead and that the excruciating pain in his arm had turned his face deathly pale. He immediately gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, I, Shen Sanlang, accept this favor. Thank you."

The short, short official scurried up like a monkey, grabbed Song Beiyou's hand, raised it high, and shouted into the loudspeaker, "Jade Face, Jade Face! The ultimate winner is—Jade Face Ayou!"

He moved the speaker away and whispered, "Well done, I bet on you to win, I made a big profit this time."

The silent stands erupted like boiling water, with white tickets raining down, and curses and shouts filling the air. Of course, there was also a small group of cheers, from gamblers who had bet on Song Beiyou and were there hoping for a high return.

Shen Daguan's four eyebrows twitched simultaneously, and he nudged Chen Kuan with his elbow: "We won, we won, hehehehehe."

Chen Kuan's small eyes behind his glasses narrowed with a smile, and he reminded everyone, "You'll be beating others up later."

Shopkeeper Chen stroked his short beard, his eyes shifting, and muttered, "Such terrifying speed, how is this possible... this is impossible."

Song Beiyou jumped off the stage, and Ah Zhong, carrying a towel and a water cup, jogged up to him, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."

Song Beiyou grinned, took the towel to wipe the fine sweat from his face, picked up the water glass, and gulped down a large mouthful.

Ah Zhong chuckled and said, "This Shen Sanlang was originally a rich young master, handsome and wealthy. He was once a prominent figure in Shanghai, but unfortunately he offended the foreigners, and his family was ruined."

Song Beiyou nodded: "Everyone who risks their life for wealth here has a story. If they had no other choice, who would be willing to risk their life?"

Remembering the person who spoke upstairs when he placed his bet, Song Beiyou asked in a low voice, "Who was it upstairs who agreed to my bet?"

Ah Zhong shook his head: "I don't know, but he must be a big shot in the boxing ring."

Song Beiyou calmed himself down. A notification had appeared in the Book of Impermanence on the arena, but he hadn't had time to examine it closely. Now, the Book of Impermanence flew out, and he flipped to the first page. Sure enough, on the mirror-like surface, there was a line of the character "闻" (rust).

[The Ascending Clouds Technique has been mastered; it can now be extracted and condensed into a martial arts mask.]

Song Beiyou's heart stirred. Transforming into a mask could increase his level, but he could only wear two masks at a time, so it was better to train one himself. If it were an internal cultivation mask, he would definitely not hesitate, even sacrificing his lifespan to upgrade it. But internal techniques are not passed on to outsiders! He wondered when he could get one.

My attention was startled by the shouts; it turned out that the fighting was about to begin on the next arena.

Ah Zhong followed his gaze and introduced, "That bear-like guy is named Sergei. He practices Slavic-European mixed martial arts, specializing in close combat. He uses joint locks and throws to instantly dismantle his opponent and is extremely explosive."

Song Beiyou carefully examined the foreigner. He was nearly two meters tall, with a body like bronze, bulging muscles, and a typical inverted triangle body shape. His neck was as thick as his head.

"What's his record like?"

"Nineteen wins, fifteen of which were achieved in the first round by brutally breaking joints or suffocating the victim."

The giant Slavic man's opponent was a laborer dressed in hemp clothing and with a sweat towel wrapped around his head.

"Damn yellow-skinned monkey, kneel down and lick my toes, and I'll let you live!" Sergei twisted his neck, the fat on his Slavic red face writhing, his gray-blue eyes filled with brutality.

Sergei's Chinese was broken, but the other man understood him and said coldly, "You son of a bitch, you couldn't make it in Slavic countries, so you come here to cause trouble!"

Clang, clang, clang! Three gong sounds.

Sergei roared and lunged forward. The man opposite him nimbly dodged with a turn and delivered a hook punch to Sergei's left ribs.

Sergei took the blow head-on, his body swaying slightly. Taking advantage of the burly man retracting his fist, he suddenly grabbed the gray-clad man's arm with his large, fan-like hand, leaned forward, and with both arms outstretched, he actually wrapped the burly man around his chest.

His arms were bulging with veins, his shoulder and back muscles were bursting, and he roared like a brown bear: "Umri!"

The man being strangled bulged out of his eyes, and a sickening cracking sound of bones breaking echoed through the air. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed on Sergei's needle-like chest hair, and his pupils gradually dilated.

Sergei grinned, his mouth bulging like a bloody maw: "Useless! All of you are useless!" He kicked the limp, mud-like man off the boxing ring.

"Alas, this man is not going to make it," Ah Zhong sighed.

Song Beiyou frowned, stood up and said, "I'm going to the safe."

The smell of ink and sweat filled my nostrils. The old man writing the ticket chuckled and said, "Congratulations, Jade-Faced Ayou."

With a clatter, Song Beiyou tossed the cloth bag in his hand onto the counter, cupped his hands, and said with a smile, "This is one hundred silver dollars, plus the two hundred I won, making a total of three hundred. Tonight, please help me place a bet, betting on me to win. I'll give you a ten-silver-dollar red envelope later."

The old man writing the ticket's eyes lit up, and he cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "Young man, you have great potential; your future is limitless."

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