The city of the Emperor of China

Imperial World Science and Technology Exhibition Hall, gravitational sensing room. … ≦ the top novel, the indicator pointer on the wall is deflected to the number '25', and the gravitational chamber is moving at 25 times the Earth's gravity.

A man with a height of 1.85 meters, bronzed skin, a face of about 35 years old, eight-pack abs arranged in the form of a mermaid line, and his fists wrapped in white boxing bandages are alternating his steps from side to side, and his fists are hitting the characteristic sandbag in front of him like bullets.

A counter hangs above the sandbag, and each time it is hit, the counter number increases by one. The counter now says '78414' and is still going up at a breakneck pace. The sweat on his body was about to drip into a thread, but the man showed no sign of stopping to rest.

"Ding-dong! Mr. Zhao Mu, Miss Zhuge is waiting for you in the hall without any message. ”

After the mechanical prompt ended, the man's hands gradually slowed down, grabbed the white towel on the side and put it on his sweat-soaked skull, mobilized the gravity intensity to normal, and left the room.

In the hall of the Science and Technology Museum, an innocent woman wearing oval glasses, braids, and a light blue down jacket is standing alone in the hall anxiously waiting.

"Zhao Mu, can you hurry up for me. Can you wear a piece of clothing? No one likes to look at your figure, and in this winter, everyone will only think that you are an exhibitionist. ”

The woman looked at Zhao Mu who walked out of the elevator, her upper body was exposed, and her lower body was just wearing a pair of sports shorts, and the sweat wandered between the perfect muscle lines to make the woman's face slightly red, and she couldn't help but look away and began to shout.

"Miss Zhuge , isn't there still four days left before the action? What's the matter with me? Zhao Mu seems to have been an old acquaintance with the woman.

"Have a small meeting in advance, after all, this time it's an international operation. Serious. Zhu Bailu said, 'It is advisable to prepare for a rainy day, and dig a well without thirst.' With your mentality, you're going to suffer. ”

"Okay, don't talk about it. Have they all arrived? Zhao Mu asked in an indifferent tone while drying his hair with a white towel.

"Everybody's in Shangri-La Hotel. You're the only one missing. ”

"You guys start first, I still have to take a shower, after all, I sweat too much, you can only blame yourself, you should be the first to inform me."

"Humph! It's not that you can't get through on your phone, but everyone answered my call. I had to come to the door myself. Although the woman hated Zhao Mu's tone of voice, she did not reject Zhao Mu's personality.

"You give me a little quicker."

The woman surnamed Zhuge poked Zhao Mu's arm muscles with her fingers and turned to leave the Science and Technology Museum.

Zhao Mu looked extremely casual, and moved his neck. After loosening the joints of his body, he drove towards a bathhouse not far from the science museum.

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Zhao Mu, born in 1960 in a rural family in Dengfeng City, Henan Province, because he is the sixth son in the family, his parents can only send him to Songshan Shaolin Temple to raise him when the financial ability cannot afford it, otherwise the whole family will starve.

Zhao Mu, who grew up in the Shaolin Temple, never blamed his parents, but he never went home to see his parents and his brothers and sisters, because this was Zhao Mu's heart, and he no longer wanted to have any concerns about things outside the Shaolin Temple.

When Zhao Mu was nineteen years old. From the bottom of the mountain, I got the news that my father was seriously ill and bedridden at home.

When I returned home from the mountain for the first time in nineteen years, my mother naturally burst into tears when she saw Zhao Mu. However, while lying on the bed and coughing, my father only said one word as usual.

"To be able to say 'I'm sorry' to you before leaving, Dad, I also have fulfilled my wish for the past 19 years. I'm sorry, son! ”

In the past nineteen years, Zhao Mu, who has undergone unimaginable tempering in the Shaolin Temple, has never shed a single tear, but he cried at this moment, and the tears seemed to be more full than the sweat he shed when he was training in the scorching sun.

A warrior monk in the Shaolin Temple, along with the abbot, admired. At this time, he fell beside his father like a child and cried, and the suppressed feelings in his heart flowed freely at this moment.

When he learned of the expensive surgery fees required by his parents, Zhao Mu returned to Shaolin Temple that night and talked with the abbot for several hours.

On the second day, he walked down the Shaolin Temple with his luggage on his back, and 19-year-old Zhao Mu participated in a local martial arts competition and quickly won the championship. After many people noticed Zhao Mu's qualifications. A local boss in Henan took the initiative to contact him and began to arrange various competitions for Zhao Mu.

From the county level to the city level, to the provincial level, and even to the national level. Won a hundred battles without tasting defeat. And Zhao Mu has only one of the simplest obsessions in his heart.

But when he got the national sanda belt and returned to the ward of the First Hospital of the Imperial Capital where he was treated, his father was already gone.

The only thing left was a letter that lay next to the bed.

The nurse who cared for his father said that the old gentleman insisted on giving him a pen and paper at the last minute, and then wrote this letter for his young son.

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Zhao Mu, who won the World Sanda Championship three times in a row from 1982 to 1984, began to resonate in the whole world.

However, on the eve of the final of the 1985 International Sanda Championships, he was threatened by a multinational company in the United States, asking him to lose the match by fake boxing, but Zhao Mu refused.

On the eve of the final, Zhao Mu was betrayed by his agent. Under the threat of dozens of machine guns, he was brought into an underground black boxing arena alone, and asked to fight life and death black boxing in the ring.

The underground black boxing of the United States can be said to be famous all over the world, and the contestants here are all warriors who regard death as home, and have been trained to fight death since birth.

Sitting in the dirty and smelly preparation room, Zhao Mu's eyes showed no fear at all.

Between his hands, he gently grasped a crumpled letter, which was suddenly the only relic left to him before his father's death. The scribbled handwriting on it shows how hard his father worked to write these dozen words.

"Son, dad doesn't have the right to ask you anything. I just hope that when I'm gone, I won't go to boxing anymore and be able to become a family of my own and be a competent father. ”

Zhao Mu put the crumpled letter on his forehead for a minute, and then took out a lighter to burn the letter to ashes. Scattered in the air with the wind. Then he took out a razor from his waist bag and shaved off all the black hair on the top of his head.

At 22:38 on the night of August 31, 1985, Zhao Mu stepped onto the black boxing ring.

The black boxing method is an iron cage fight, where two black boxers who have signed a life-and-death contract face off in a completely enclosed iron cage without any rules until one of the fighters dies.

When Zhao Mu, a rookie player who looks smaller, walked on stage. The distorted audience on the stage let out bursts of disdain.

And Zhao Mu's first opponent is a black man who is nearly two meters tall and weighs nearly three hundred pounds, and has already won three consecutive victories here. And Zhao Mu is 1.85 meters tall and weighs only 150 pounds.

What seemed to everyone to be a game that had won or lost was immediately changed in the first place. The huge black man lasted less than two minutes under Zhao Mu's fists before he was punched in the abdomen, and his internal organs were broken and he died.

Next, the underground boxing stadium arranged a lot of well-known fighters to deal with Zhao Mu, but Zhao Mu on the stage was like a killing machine, and every move was extremely deadly.

A fat white man of great fame, weighing five hundred pounds. Once in the black boxing ring, the opponent couldn't beat this big fat fighter at all, and even bullets couldn't penetrate his fat layer.

However, at the moment of the start of the game, Zhao Mu, who had his hands folded, slowly opened his eyes, and in the eyes of the white man, it seemed that he saw a wild beast awakening, and his fat body couldn't help but take two steps back in fright.

Zhao Mu stepped forward with his left foot as if rooted in the ring, and with the help of his waist force, his right foot threw a side kick at the white man's fat-deposited waist.

A ripple spread, and the white man, who weighed five hundred pounds, was uprooted. There was a 'bang, bang, bang' sound of the iron cage on the iron cage, and the white fat man died instantly.

The audience erupted in unprecedented cheers. The two names of 'Zhao Mu' were shouted in his mouth.

The leaders of the black boxers sitting behind the scenes are beginning to take a lot of interest in this fighter, but now that they have made their choice, they can't change it.

However, something unprecedented happened in the underground black boxing arena that night.

At 5:21 a.m., Zhao Mu had been fighting in the ring for seven hours. With the power of one person, a total of 73 underground black boxers were killed. Together with the mastermind behind the black boxing, they can't sit still, and their subordinates have worked hard to raise black boxers to make money. has been killed by the world sanda champion who thought he would only have some fists and legs.

In desperation, the behind-the-scenes boss made a phone call.

On the other side, Zhao Mu was taking advantage of the time of the exchange players in the ring to rest, because this time the waiting time was slightly longer. Many excited spectators in the audience threw some of the iron gates opened by food and water to Zhao Mu inside.

Twenty minutes passed. A black man with a physique about the same size as Zhao Mu walked in from the entrance area.

Suddenly, the black boxing stadium became silent, and the black Willie, the king of the underground black boxing stadium, was killed by countless people, and he may be a monster in himself, who left the black boxing stadium three years ago because he was invincible.

In this game, not a single spectator shouted loudly.

At the beginning of the game, Zhao Mu was too overdrawn and his reflexes decreased, causing the opponent to break three of his ribs with one punch, and blood sprayed on the field.

Half an hour passed, and the entire black boxing arena remained silent until the pattern on the ring changed......

'Boom! Connecting everyone's heartbeats, Willy, the black man, fell to the ground, his skull already deformed, and he swallowed his last breath.

The internal skeleton of Zhao Mu's left arm was completely shattered, there were few ribs left in his body, and his left eye was blinded.

However, Zhao Mu did not fall from beginning to end. His bloodied right hand clung to the iron railing, and he died of overwork. (To be continued......)