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

"Get away, you little monkey!"

Sergei reached out and grabbed the officer, who was only waist-high, by the back of his neck, and tossed him aside like a chick.

The boxing official was sent flying and crashed into the railing, tumbling and scrambling off the ring.

Sergei's hammer-like head on his shoulder turned, his eyes fiercely fixed on Song Beiyou. He reached out and pulled at Song's neck, making a throat-slitting motion, coldly uttering two harsh words: "You're asking for death!"

Song Beiyou stood like a pine tree, calm and still as a deep pool, with relaxed shoulders and hands hanging down, only his eyes coldly watching the other person.

A buzz of discussion arose from the stands. Sergei was no newcomer; his ruthlessness was well-known. His nineteen-game winning streak wasn't solely due to brute force.

Hearing the discussion around him, Shen Daguan became anxious and sweat beaded on his forehead: "A-Kuan, A-You can do it, there won't be any problems, right?"

Chen Kuan also felt his throat go dry. Fighting such a ruthless person would be the least of his worries; he could easily lose his life. He turned to Manager Chen: "Uncle Chen, what do you think?"

Manager Chen's expression turned grave, unlike his previous relaxed demeanor: "This big guy has astonishing defensive capabilities; he can take a few punches without any problem. To defeat him, one must cultivate internal strength, penetrating deep into the body, and using soft force to counter him. Conversely, if he seizes an opportunity and uses a strangulation technique, the consequences will be unimaginable. Ayou is dancing on the edge of a knife."

Upon hearing what Manager Chen said, Chen Kuan and Shen Daguan's faces turned pale.

Manager Chen then changed the subject: "However, Ayou isn't the type to act impulsively. He dares to challenge us, so he must have something to rely on."

Clang! The third gong sounded, and the battle began.

Sergei roared, his muscles bulging, and charged forward across the boxing ring with a series of thuds. His two arms, as strong as buffalo legs, suddenly opened wide, and he launched a flying tackle.

Song Beiyou felt a gust of foul wind hit his face, and the stench was unbearable. This guy was practically a human-shaped bear. Faced with such a fierce attack, he had to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses. He generated his strength in his feet and used "Magpie on Branch" to leap more than ten feet away.

Sergei's hands were outstretched, and he paused slightly. In that split second, a fierce glint flashed in Song Beiyou's eyes. With a shout, he stepped onto the concrete floor of the boxing ring and was in front of Sergei in three steps. He sprang into the air and threw a punch at Sergei's head.

A strong gust of wind suddenly arose, and the fist moved like lightning and thunder.

The onlookers held their breath, their eyes wide. To unleash such a ruthless attack right from the start—was he aiming for a fatal blow? Impossible!

His fist rapidly enlarged, and Sergei's lips curled into a sinister smile. He even moved his forehead forward to meet the attack, extending his arms to grab Song Beiyou's waist and ribs.

"Oh no!" Ah Zhong's heart skipped a beat. "Ah You was too reckless! Facing an enemy of this caliber, he actually leaped into the air and opened his own defense, leaving his opponent wide open!"

Others with discerning eyes also saw the problem and sighed inwardly, thinking that this kid had just gained fame and was about to fall.

In the split second between life and death, Sergei's face was contorted with grotesque, ugly flesh, and his grey-blue eyes were filled with mockery.

A mocking look appeared in Song Beiyou's eyes as well. In that instant, his mind instantly activated the Fiery Yang Force, and a surging stream of heat rushed down his arm like a torrent to his fist.

The next instant, bang! The fist wheel collided with the skull, and a gust of wind swept backward.

Sergei's head jerked back, his large, outstretched hand abruptly stopped, his expression froze, his eyes lost their light, and he slowly fell backward.

With a loud thud, dust billowed up, and the boxing ring shook.

Using the force of the recoil, Song Beiyou landed skillfully, standing tall like a pine tree. His white shirt accentuated his handsome and outstanding appearance, making him even more charming.

What!

The scene fell silent for a moment, everyone staring in disbelief. The muscle behemoth Sergei had actually been knocked down with a single punch! All eyes then turned to the other person on the boxing ring.

In an instant, it was like cold water being poured into a pot of oil, causing everything to explode.

"Are you playing us? Did you conspire to put on an act?"

"Is there something fishy about this Ayou? Is he someone's illegitimate child?"

The officer scrambled onto the boxing ring, only to find Sergei lying motionless on his back. He raised a megaphone and shouted, "Can you still fight? Can you still fight? Now, the countdown begins: seven, six, five..."

"One!" Sergei didn't react.

The official cautiously approached, boldly pausing briefly at his nostrils, then pressing his ear against his chest to listen.

"Dead!" The official shuddered, trembling with excitement. He rushed to Song Beiyou, raised his right arm, and his voice trembled. "Sergei, killed by Ayou with a single punch! I declare Jade-Faced Ayou the winner!"

The entire audience fell silent instantly, the onlookers like ducks with their mouths clenched but unable to utter a sound.

"Brother, brother, did you hear that? That foreign devil is dead. Look, look!" The girl, her voice trembling with tears, desperately lifted the man up and turned his head toward the ring.

"Brother, you can rest in peace now." Tears dripped down the man's face, and a rough little hand slowly closed his empty eyes. She was already sobbing uncontrollably.

The silence just now seemed like the fuse being lit; now the powder keg has exploded.

"Ah You, Ah You, Jade-faced Ah You!"

"Invincible Ayou, well done!"

"That foreigner deserves to die!"

Song Beiyou smiled and cupped his hands in greeting to the surroundings.

In the stands, Chen Kuan's face was flushed with excitement. He took off the hemp rope, wiped his glasses with the lining of his clothes, his hands trembling, but he couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips: "Brother You, you're truly mighty! One punch and you're blown away!"

Shen Daguan swallowed hard, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand: "Damn it, that scared me to death, I almost peed my pants."

Manager Chen's eyelids twitched wildly, his heart filled with shock and disbelief. What kind of kung fu had this brat learned?

In the boxers' rest area, someone remarked, "Senior brother... this kid has some tricks up his sleeve. Luckily, he fought Sergei first."

The middle-aged man with a buzz cut frowned deeply, his nasolabial folds etched with deep lines. He said solemnly, "Although Sergei was careless and underestimated his opponent, to be able to kill him with a single punch, he must have mastered the skill of penetrating internal organs and armor to injure people. That foreigner was punched in the forehead but had no external injuries. This is clearly the realm of internal strength, where one can control one's strength freely and combine hardness and softness."

The boxing ring was in an uproar, and no one saw that wisps of extremely faint, hot white steam were slowly emanating from Sergei's seven orifices.

Sergei's appearance showed no signs of distress, but in reality, his entire brain had been scorched by five consecutive bursts of intense yang energy, and was probably already burnt to a crisp.

[Swift as Fire: Speed ​​increased by 20%. Every two hours, a burst of blazing Yang energy is condensed, injuring enemies like a scorching fire. Current Fire Energy: 8]

Song Beiyou quietly put away the Book of Impermanence. This Blazing Sun Fire Force was an absolute trump card. He had practiced it frequently over the past three days and could now injure its internal organs without revealing its true nature. As the saying goes, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, let alone an opponent who was ferocious and violent, making him difficult to deal with. Song Beiyou had already made up his mind to kill him.

"Haha, many heroes emerge from among the young, and great men are born in our generation." Suddenly, a deep and resonant voice rang out, faintly drowning out the bustling boxing ring that resembled a marketplace.