In the era of martial arts, the boiling anticipation

Chapter 1 The Dilapidated Southern District, The Smokey Fighter

It has been 200 years since entering the new century, when the ancient martial arts practice was successfully combined with modern technology, giving off a new vitality.

During the past 200 years, the pioneers have opened up new realms one after another, which has greatly promoted the development of life sciences and significantly increased the average life expectancy of human beings.

The top martial arts masters with all kinds of incredible abilities have also stepped onto the stage of history as strategic deterrents, and they can profoundly affect the world structure with a single gesture.

Various countries have cultivated martial arts talents one after another. Today, the influence of martial arts has penetrated deeply into every corner of society, and various related industries have flourished.

"Kung Fu Dream" has become the common dream of contemporary people.

Jingchuan Island, Chuiyun City, South District of Yangcheng.

The dirty sidewalks are full of potholes, garbage is piled on the street corners, dust fills the air, tall buildings in the distance also look dilapidated, and a disgusting smell of corruption, mixed with thick smoke, rushes far away.

On the electronic screen, a well-dressed bald-headed martial artist was selling his unique skills and private lessons, spitting all over the place, and shouting various slogans loudly.

"Work hard for a hundred days, and you can also stand on the professional field!"

However, combined with his demonstration of easily piercing through superalloy steel plates with his fists, and the small words "has participated in title battles many times" in the lower left corner of the screen, these incongruous promotional words actually seem to have some meaning. Very convincing.

On the mottled walls in the streets and alleys, advertisements selling martial arts cheat books and various tonics are posted everywhere - most of them have a hot figure, a protruding female boxer as the cover.

"Brother Ge, we're here."

Under the gaze of the middle-aged man beside him, Ge Li withdrew his curious gaze.

He raised his head, looked at the mottled plaque in front of him that said "XX Sanatorium", and asked suspiciously:

"Brother Zhao, the master you said is really in it...?"

Hearing this sentence, Brother Zhao seemed to have been greatly wronged. He raised his head suddenly, his face was full of anger, and he threw out a sentence impatiently:
"Brother Ge, if you don't trust me, you can leave now!"

Ge Li was taken aback by this sudden change of face, and the 19-year-old young man who was not deeply involved in the world suddenly felt guilty.

He hurriedly said:

"How can it be? Brother Zhao's ability, brother, of course I believe in it."

Brother Zhao didn't answer either, he just stretched out his hand to lead him forward, and said in a neutral way:

"It's the first time for my brother to come to the Southern District. It's normal to be a little defensive. Brother, I consciously avoid suspicion. If you want to find someone, just go in and ask yourself."

These days, where can I find such a stupid and rich kid.

Brother Zhao secretly sighed in his heart

Ge Liben was unfamiliar with the place, and he was a thin-skinned young man, so he naturally didn't want to let go of this enthusiastic elder brother who could help deliver the message.

He hurriedly asked to stay.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao, I said something wrong just now, don't take it to heart.

If I succeed this time, I will definitely not treat your brother badly, so you can help me this time. "

After a bit of arguing, Brother Zhao couldn't resist Ge Li's begging, and decided to help people to the end, sending the Buddha to the west, but he didn't take any money.

Ge Li, who wanted to use money to solve the problem, felt guilty again. Seeing that the heat was almost ready, Brother Zhao didn't procrastinate, and immediately led the little brother into the gate of the nursing center.

The sanatorium was not big, but there were quite a few people sitting there. It was a dark space, about ten or twenty people, in groups of three or four, each surrounded by a small table.

This group of people are dressed differently and stand differently, but they have one thing in common—everyone is filled with a fierce and capable aura.

There was a table of men who seemed to be laughing and joking, but intentionally or unintentionally glanced over here, making covert eye contact with Brother Zhao.

Ge Li was unaware of all this.

After taking a rough look at the group of people, he turned his head and whispered to Brother Zhao:
"Brother, which table are we looking for a master?"

Brother Zhao waved his hand and said loudly without concealment:

"Brother, this group of rotten fish and shrimp alone will definitely not be able to deal with your big enemy, let's go inside."

The men who had made eye contact with him just now understood immediately. They slapped the table and stood up, shouting angrily:

"What did you say!"

"Tell me, who are you going to deal with!"

"In this world, our brothers have never been afraid of anyone!"

Brother Zhao patted Ge Li on the shoulder, but he took a step back.

"Brother, tell yourself, who are you going to deal with?"

Although Ge Li humiliated Brother Zhao, it was because he helped him.

As soon as his temper rose, Ge Li raised his eyebrows, sneered and said:
"It's not a big master, that old bastard from the Black Bones Gang, I'll offer one hundred thousand, who will you?"

"Yin... cloudy!?"

The man who yelled the loudest sat down, and the people who got up after him also stopped talking, their faces full of surprise.

There was only one thought in their minds.

"Boss, where did you abduct this stupefied young man? How dare you tease Old Yin's beard?"

In the whole hall, whether they were watching the excitement or preparing to say something, they fell silent the moment they heard the word "Yinmu".

For those who live in the Southern District, how good their skills are is still in the second place. The most important thing is to have a good recruit.

And the prestige of Yinhun has spread throughout Yangcheng 20 years earlier.

Not to mention anything else, the ruthlessness of the shot alone is enough to make most boxers flinch.

It's true that Ge Li's bid is definitely quite a lot, but no matter how much money you have, you have to live to get it, right?
They are here to make money, not to die.

Seeing the group of boxers backing away tactfully, Brother Zhao smiled, and he patted Ge Li.

"Let's go, let's go inside and find those real masters."

Ge Li nodded gratefully to him, and when he was about to move forward, he suddenly heard a coughing sound coming from behind him.

"Cough cough cough... You said, you offered one hundred thousand?"

He turned his head and found that it was a thin man who spoke.

The man with messy hair was leaning against the door with a cigarette in his mouth.

The smoke rising from the cigarette butt blurred his face, and Ge Li could only see a pair of bright eyes.

Seeing this person, Brother Zhao cried out in his heart that it was not good. He forced a few laughs before saying bluntly:
"Brother Gu, although the reward for this job is high, you have to be happy to bear it. I'm afraid your injury hasn't healed yet..."

The man surnamed Gu held a cigarette between his hands, covered his mouth and coughed a few more times before speaking:
"I've taken this job."

Brother Zhao's face was livid, he took a deep breath, and said sharply:

"Gu Heng, are you still talking about the rules! I was the first to grab this order!"

"Oh?"

A little spark fell to the ground and was crushed by the black cloth shoes.

Gu Heng raised his head, his upper eyelids were closed, and his eyes were cold:
"Dissatisfied?"

Only then did Ge Li see his true face.

This person is about 1.8 meters tall, but his muscles are extremely thin. He is supported by a thick and wide frame, but he does not have a vicious look like a tiger sitting in a hole.

The sunlight coming in from the door reflected on his face, revealing a well-defined face, and also made his pupils look like two fires were burning.

——a cold and chilly will-o'-the-wisp.

The glare of the fire seemed to illuminate his life, making people unconsciously ignore his pale and haggard sick appearance.

Looking at those ferocious eyes, Brother Zhao felt his chest bulge.

Thinking of the various achievements of this murderous man since his debut, his mind suddenly cleared up.

After looking at the more unbearable brothers beside him, Brother Zhao could only say one harsh word:
"Gu Heng! I want to see how you will hang out in the southern district in the future!"

Faced with Brother Zhao's threat, Gu Heng didn't even lift his eyelids, but reached out, groped in his trouser pocket for a while, and took out a crumpled cigarette,

Bowing his head and lighting his cigarette, he asked vaguely:
"Don't get out yet?"

Brother Zhao knew very well that this kid had a flabbergasted temper, otherwise with his strength, he wouldn't be willing to fight in the southern district.

He was really afraid that Gu Heng would attack on the spot, Brother Zhao didn't care about other things, and hurried out of the nursing center with his people.

Only the dumbfounded Ge Li was left in a mess in the wind.

Gu Heng smoked a cigarette, coughed a few times, and then looked at the sluggish Ge Li. He frowned and asked:

"What are you doing in a daze, are you still doing business?"

Two idiots.

This is Gu Heng's first impression of Ge Li.

Only then did Ge Li come back to his senses. He looked at Brother Zhao who was going away, and the group of people following him, and finally understood what was going on.

He couldn't help but swear:
"Fuck, join forces to deceive me?"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Gu Heng lowered his head, and said neither salty nor light:

"The way of thousands of doors is designed to deceive you young children"

"Then what you said just now was to help me out?"

"I just want to disgust this bastard, okay, is the business still going?"

After saying this, Gu Heng coughed a few more times, his pale face turned sickly red.

Seeing his sickly appearance, Ge Li frowned, doubting:

"You? Can you?"

Gu Heng shook the soot, and answered naturally:
"I haven't played yet, how do I know."

Then, he raised his right thumb, pointed to the group of boxers behind him, and said calmly:
"But if I can't, there probably won't be anyone here."

Hearing what he said, none of these unruly boxers opened their mouths to refute.

This kind of calm and breezy demeanor of an expert has obviously calmed down Ge Li.

He was about to speak when he heard the kid's next sentence.

"By the way, if you are beaten to death in the ring, is there a pension? Yes."

Ge Li's eyes widened, looking at this calm and thin man, he couldn't help asking:
"Are you really afraid of death?"

Gu Heng didn't even bother to say anything, he just squinted his eyes and smoked.

Ge Li knew that this was a master who wanted money but not life, and he was also aroused with arrogance, and he nodded abruptly.

"You have sold your life, and I will not treat you badly! As long as you play, whether you win or not, I will give you 20. As long as you don't get killed in the ring, I will give you another [-]. If you die Yes, I will add another [-]!"

Gu Heng glanced at him with some surprise, and put a new label on this idiot: a fool with a lot of money.

As for such a rich owner, why did he go to the southern area to find someone to fight, that's out of Gu Heng's thinking.

Now that the price was decided, Gu Heng didn't hesitate, he put out the cigarette butt, straightened his coat, and stood up.

"Okay, let's go through the formalities first."

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Even if you look at the world, Jingchuan Island is a special place.

Seventy years ago, the situation in the world was the most tense and the situation was most turbulent.

Among the group of masters, masters, and masters who are constantly catching up with each other, two supreme masters stand out, standing at the pinnacle of martial arts in the world, overlooking the world.

For their respective positions, grievances and hatreds, as well as breaking through the bottleneck in life and death, and opening up a new realm of martial arts, the two people belonging to the two poles of heaven and earth met for a decisive battle.

Jingchuan Island, which was just an uninhabited desert island at that time, became the battlefield chosen by the two.

The landforms of Jingchuan Island have been permanently changed by this battle, and violent thunderstorms, hurricanes, tsunamis and other celestial phenomena lasted for more than a month before slowly subsiding.

In the following 70 years, the special phenomenon named "Tianchao" still appeared frequently, and it was also regarded as one of the effects of this decisive battle.

It was also this battle that made people all over the world intuitively realize just how terrifying and destructive these top powerhouses at the pinnacle of martial arts possess.

The already frenzied upsurge of martial arts became even more frenzied, and an unprecedented prosperous age of martial arts came.

After the war, warriors came from all over the world to admire the ruins of this shocking battle.

The various countries even joined forces to carry out a series of developments on Jingchuan Island, such as land reclamation, battlefield restoration, and site protection.

Since then, Jingchuan Island has become the "capital of warriors" attracting worldwide attention.

The complex power structure, coupled with the large number of warrior groups, naturally caused countless contradictions.

During the initial period of time, many vicious injuries and even homicides broke out.

In view of this situation, in order to maintain the order of Jingchuan Island, the five largest leading forces on the island prohibit the warriors under the major groups and gangs from directly fighting, and advocate mediation as much as possible.

If the mediation is really not possible, use a low-intensity way of fighting in the ring to resolve the dispute.

Among the five leading forces, the two giants with the deepest contradictions and the most direct conflicts of interest—Laolongtang and Changjinghui—are the first to adopt this method to resolve conflicts.

The two giants who dominate the east and west will hold a large-scale and extremely tragic large-scale death match every three years to determine the intensity of policy in the next three years and the priority development rights of various places.

This is no longer a simple arena battle, but an [East-West Deathmatch] that concerns the interests of millions, or even tens of millions of people.

Today, decades later, the various competitions evolved from the competition in the arena have gradually become regularized and professionalized, and gradually developed into a gold-lettered signboard for Jingchuan Island's external publicity.

Among them, the most famous "title battle" is even popular all over the world, with countless diehard audiences.

The social ethos of martial arts naturally gave birth to a group of warriors called "fighters".

They accept employment from various organizations, make a living by fighting in the arena, or exchange various resources for practice.

Gu Heng is one of them.

In the process of going through the formalities, Ge Li found that this man looked young, but he was actually a skilled veteran. A series of procedures went very smoothly, and he went through all the procedures in less than half an hour.

Looking at it this way, Ge Li gained a little more confidence. At the very least, this person should be an old hand, let alone defeating Yinhun, it would be no problem not to be beaten to death.

After handing all the materials to Ge Li, Gu Heng said lightly:
"After finishing the formalities, where can I call?"

Ge Li flipped through the documents in his hand, and replied without raising his head:

"Second arena, eight o'clock in the evening."

At this moment, there was a pleasant ringing sound from Ge Li's trouser pocket. He put the file under his arm and took out his mobile phone to his ear.

After hanging up the phone, Ge Li couldn't help but smile, and shook his fist excitedly.

"Hey, lucky you!
Wang Chen, the president of the Red Blood Society, said that today he and this old bastard will settle their grievances in the arena.

It's not your turn to make a move! "

Gu Heng raised his eyebrows.

Ge Li thought he was worried about his reward, so he waved his hand and said proudly:
"Don't worry, we've drawn up this contract. Even if you don't fight, I won't give you less money. Just take it as a celebration of this old devil's memorization!"

After speaking, Ge Li laughed out loud.

After laughing, looking at the unmoved Gu Heng, Ge Li explained again:
"I know Uncle Wang very well. He came from the Iron Clothes Sect and learned from the Master of the Yellow Sect. He is not yet 40 years old, and he is at the peak of his foreign family's horizontal training.

Although this old ghost Yinhun is a master of the inner family, but he is sixty-three this year, he really wants to face Uncle Wang, hehe.

The two of them had a long-standing grudge, if there was a fight, Uncle Wang would never hold back, he was afraid that this old bone would be torn apart in a few blows. "

Seeing his confident appearance, Gu Heng just replied:

"hope so."

　Hello everyone, I am Burning Your Dream, and there is another point in the back. Today I will give you something you want to see.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)