Young Master Hongmen, what does this mean?

This is undoubtedly the crown prince of Hongmen, if Qin Yun resigns, then Qin Jiuge is the next master of Hongmen.

"Why?"

"Why? I, Galle DuPont, have worked hard for so many years, but Qin Jiuge has just returned to Hongmen, and I have so easily obtained what I have been looking for all my life. ”

"Yuqi is going to marry him, and now even the position of the young master of Hongmen is his. ”

"Why, why on earth is that?"

At this moment, Galle Dupont's eyes were red, his palms were clenched fiercely, and his sharp fingertips were almost deep into the flesh, and there was already faint blood slowly flowing down.

But Galle Dupont, however, did not seem to realize it.

What is the pain in the hand compared to the pain in the heart?

At that time, Galle DuPont was really unwilling, he thought that relying on his father and his own talent, the position of the young master of the Hongmen was tantamount to being captured.

But he was wrong, he was still wrong after all.

But Galle Dupont did not think that he had lost to Qin Jiuge, but that he had lost to his father.

On the night that Qin Jiuge left, Galle Dupont looked for his father again and asked his father why he was so ruthless, even if Yuqi married Qin Jiuge, now even the young master of Hongmen gave it to him, and he had nothing.

"Father, why, can you tell me why?" asked Galle Dupont, looking at his father, in a loud voice.

Louis Dupont blinked, and said calmly: "Why? Didn't Jiu Ge already tell you that day? You don't have the power to surpass Jiu Ge, so naturally you won't be treated as a transcendent Jiu Ge." ”

"No matter whose son you are, as long as you don't have enough strength, nothing is to be talked about. ”

"But father, strength is only one of the factors to measure strength, there are also many factors such as knowledge, communication, and personality, which are also part of personal strength. ”

"I, Galle DuPont, am the youngest PhD student in the history of Oxford, and I have completed their 10-year course in three years. ”

"I was nominated for the Nobel Prize when I was 20 years old, and I became the youngest professor at MIT at the age of 21. ”

"I have friends all over the world, and my students all over the world. ”

"Qin Jiuge, apart from his strength, which aspect can compare to me?"

Galle DuPont is not convinced, really not. Although his martial arts strength is only superb, the grandmaster has not yet become a master. But that's only because he devotes more time to academic research. If he practiced martial arts wholeheartedly, Galle Dupont definitely didn't think that his strength would be worse than Qin Jiuge.

However, in the face of Galle Dupont's words, Louis DuPont shook his head and said slowly: "Just more strength than you, that's enough." ”

"Galle, it's true that your talent doesn't have to be bad, but it's a pity that you're distracted in other ways. I told you a long time ago that this world is nothing but power. ”

"Between heaven and earth, everything is false, and only power is the root of eternal immortality. ”

"No matter how knowledgeable you are, no matter how extensive your communication is, and your strength is not enough, everything is zero. ”

"But father—" Galle Dupont was about to argue, but Louis was no longer patient, and with a wave of his robe, the wind was blowing, and Galle Dupont's body was immediately knocked out.

"Weak, not qualified to negotiate with me!"

"If you want to take back everything you want, then try to be strong. There is no other way. ”

In the cold shout, the cold door was shut.

Galle Dupont fell to the ground, his face full of sorrow and sluggishness, and his ears were full of his father's cold drink just now.

"Weak, you don't have the qualifications to negotiate with me...."

Previously, Galle DuPont believed that strength was only one of the most brutal aspects of an individual's strength. But today, he understands that for Hongmen, strength is everything.

He suddenly felt that his years of further study were just a joke. In his father's eyes, he can't be compared with Qin Jiuge at all.

Galle Dupont sat here for a moment, then stood up and walked out of the gate in despair. The sluggish and indifferent expression is like that of the walking dead.

The moonlight is like water, and the faint moonlight is like a tide, slowly sprinkled down.

Covering this ancient sect.

At the foot of Wuji Mountain, a lost young man walked slowly.

In the Xiao family, there was an intoxicating woman, but her face was pale and her face was full of sadness. Those eyes that were originally smart and beautiful were all dark and dim.

Outside of the Xiao family, the city that never sleeps in New York is still brightly lit.

The red lights and wine green, the charming night view shows the beauty and prosperity of the city.

In the nightclub, there are scantily clad women dancing energetically, couples clinging to each other in the movie theater, and office workers in the central office building.

Cars coming and going, neon-lit cities, drunken urbanites, they are oblivious to the bustle of this New York city.

However, no one knows that on the east coast of New York, there is a handsome young man who is stepping eastward on the sea.

He has starry eyebrows and sword eyes, and carries a seven-foot long knife on his back.

The undulating sea is flat at his feet.

And this person is naturally the young master of Hongmen, Qin Jiuge.

At the moment when this young man embarked on his journey, the originally peaceful world martial arts world would undoubtedly no longer be calm at this time.

The sea rolls and the waves are staggering.

One moment, the moon was still bright over the vast Pacific Ocean, and the next moment the clouds were rolling. The sparkling sea was plunged into darkness in an instant.

No one noticed that in the vast Pacific Ocean, it was already turbulent. A huge storm is slowly brewing.

Australia.

Four o'clock in the morning.

The only country in the world that monopolizes the entire continent is still full of stars at this time.

Workers working overtime are at their most tired and sleepy, while more are sleeping the deepest.

The men were holding the women, the women were holding the children, and everyone was sleeping soundly.

And in a building in Melbourne, Australia's largest city, the underground boxing championship is in full swing.

"Steel, come on!"

"Down with him!"

"Down with him..."

"The steel hammer will win, the steel hammer will win!"

In the stands were black pressed human fists, they were barebacked, holding wine bottles, while shouting loudly at the platform, shouting when they were tired, they directly picked up the wine bottles and blow.

The gamblers of these gambling boxers were covered with hot sweat and cheered again and again, which can be said to be blushing and thick-necked.

And the steel hammer in their mouth is a competent candidate for tonight's boxing champion.

This person is only 1.8 meters tall, which is "thin" among the boxers, but such a thin person has won eight games in a row tonight, swept all sides, and destroyed all kinds of fighters, so that some gamblers who put bets on him made a lot of money.

Next is the final one, the battle of the champion and the runner-up. The final fight on the way to the boxing title. The atmosphere of the entire venue was reached at this moment.

Finally, with the commentator on the field, the final game is about to begin.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Australian Championship Championship, which is the title of our King of Boxing Club. ”

"Let's start with the two sides. ”

"Red, Scarlet Sea!"

The words fell, followed by a big man, the sea of scarlets jumped up, and his body of nearly three hundred catties fell to the ground with a bang, and the entire ring trembled violently. Everyone raised their eyes and saw a big black man more than two meters tall, who instantly appeared in everyone's sight.

"Scarlet Sea, so that our Australian man has won the boxing championship for three consecutive years, this time, whether it can continue to be brilliant, let's wait and see!"

The audience was boiling, and after a while, the commentator introduced again: "Below, please invite this year's dark horse, steel hammer debut!"

In the thunderous applause, a middle-aged man who was not considered strong slowly stepped into the ring.

Compared to the sea of scartans, the steel hammer is too weak.

A lot of people don't think that steel hammers can still win.

Not to mention that the steel hammer has been fighting eight games in a row, and the consumption is huge, just this huge difference in body size makes it difficult for people to have the slightest confidence in him.

This time, there were four-fifths of the people in the room, and the sea of scarnuts would win.

"Okay, both sides ready!"

"Boxing Championship, the last fight, now, begins!"

The referee gave an order, but the sea of scarlets sneered proudly, and hooked his hand arrogantly towards the "villain" in front of him.

Gangyi just smiled faintly at this, and then his expression instantly chilled.

A shocking punch, born out of nowhere!