Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Even places as simple as Red Gold Town, where the faith is devout, have evil people appeared?

This appalling speculation worries many townspeople and keeps them awake all night.

It turns out, in the second half of the night, a message came from the Temple of Fist - someone reported it and caught a cult.

It was also stolen, and an evil, weak and dirty machine was seized on the spot.

Now, the cracks in the sky have a reasonable explanation.

The townspeople became more and more scared and angry. Everyone bit their teeth and their fists hammered with "bang bang" on their chests, cursing the bloody devil loudly. Why introduce demonic powers and bring great shame and disaster to this glorious town?

In an effort to calm the sentiments of the townspeople, the Temple of Fist decided overnight that the evil man would be tried publicly in the morning.

The news spread that just after dawn, the people of the town, including the team of hunters and practitioners, and even other towns within a hundred miles of each other, were crowded with people, surrounding the temple altar in the center of Chijin Town with water.

The voices were boiling, the shoulders heeled, everyone toed up and waited to see the evildoers get the ruling they deserved - at a time when the sky had just turned blue.

The crack is still lying dead in the sky.

It's like a constant reminder of the anger of boxing gods.

As the heavenly dome alternates day and night, the colour of the cracks changes accordingly.

In the dark, it's bitter white.

At dawn, as the sun shines and the sky is red, it turns into pink as baby's lips.

Now the sky is getting bluer and the cracks are getting clearer and less visible, like a faint smoke, or a scar that's already healed.

But how transparent and bleak, cracks still exist, as if scars could never be erased.

Gus looked at the cracks in the sky and felt that there was a scar on his heart.

His heart is breaking.

It wasn't supposed to be like this, Gus said in his heart.

Ever since last night, when he reported the crime of hiding machines from his classmates, it was like he was caught up in a raging turbulence, and everything was changing and progressing so fast that it was completely beyond his control.

Gus is a skinny, slender teenager, very tall, a few points shorter than his peers, and wrenches in Iron Fist schools can easily beat even his two-year-old classmates.

His character is cowardly and kind, and when he goes out hunting, even if he encounters a herbivore that is not dangerous and is injured and falls, it is difficult to hurt the killer.

With respect to martial arts, the Iron Fist is known as the king's world of boxing gods. Such a body and character are naturally subjected to irony and desolation. Life in schools and towns is difficult.

Even so, Gus swore that he would never report his classmates for “jealousy” or “hatred” - he came from the heart and wanted to help his classmates escape the demons and return to the Iron Fist Path!

But why…

Gus saw more and more people gathered in front of the Boxing Temple.

The masters and apprentices of the major boxing studios in the town, the classmates of the Iron Fist School, the hunters dressed in animal skins and stained with blood, the vagrant fighters with high temples and wind and dust servants, all looked away at the bench temporarily erected outside the Temple of Fist.

Look at him, too.

Gus seemed to hear them laugh, pointing a finger at him.

Gus panicked, turned his head down, tried to run away, and hit the black iron statue in front of the hall.

This is an emerald and magnificent statue.

It depicts a muscle-strong man like a goddess, a giant bear on his feet, a dying python in his left hand, and a lion's head in his right hand.

Though it was just a black rock carved out, fierce, powerful, hegemonic power still permeated deep into the rock, like an indelible torch, burning for thousands of years.

This is the statue of the master and protector of the world, the Fist God.

It was tens of thousands of years ago, when the boxing god had not broken the void and turned into a god, he walked on the earth in the name of the "boxing king", demonized demons, and saved the appearance of all beings.

Gus trembled and looked at the boxing god.

The statue also looked at him with no expression, as if two hard eyes had been shot from the black rock and stabbed straight into his soul.

Gus' soul, screaming.

He believes in boxing gods.

He vowed that no one in the whole town of Red Gold would ever worship and serve a boxing god as piously as he did.

Although his talent is even, no, he is extremely talented, he has no training potential whatsoever, he has stayed in Iron Fist school for more than 10 years, cannot graduate smoothly, join the big boxing studios, and even get knocked down once by his two, three, three, five, seventy-eight year old children, even if he can't punch even the most vulnerable low-level boxing targets - he has no way of fighting Iron Fist, generates half doubts, even less dirty thoughts, to use taboo machines and steam power.

But now that he's really lost, is he right or wrong to report this?

As the sun rises on three poles, the sun becomes brighter and brighter, like a hot marksman with a handle, impaled to the earth and people.

The crowd rioted and roared, and it was the demons who pushed out of the temple of boxing.

“Boo!”

“Shame on you! ”

“Even if you're weaker, you shouldn't use machines. Is this a person? ”

“Out of the way, everyone has to! ”

Gus heard people shouting.

Even the friendliest old grandmother usually carries her temper and tries to spit out the spit for dozens of meters on the face of the devil.

Gus was somewhat afraid to look, and the classmate “Qin Yi", who had been accused by himself, was as he was now.

But just around the corner, the intense smell of blood rushed into his nostrils like a flame, forcing him to look again.

“Ah!”

At one glance, Gus had a nightmare.

Give Qin Yi to the temple of boxing, but in the middle of the night, this poor devil has been tortured to death and is no longer a human being.

He was tied to an "X” shaped execution frame with his hands and feet forked open, fleshy and blurred. He couldn't find half a piece of good meat all over his body. Half his face swelled like it was going to explode. The other half looked like he had been severely torn apart by a werewolf dog or eagle claw. His shaky teeth were exposed with putrefied tooth pulp, touching the air, causing him to smoke.

Qin Yi originally lowered his head and looked unconscious.

Seems to hear Gus's voice, Qin Yi slightly raised his head, exhausted his full strength, barely opened one eye, the pupils blocked by blood emitted an awesome light, stabbing Gus' heart straight, as if in the latter ear, emitting eighteen layers of hell, the grim ghost screamed: “Why, I saved you, why did you betray me? ”