Chapter 1 Introduction
In the ring of the World Ultimate Boxing Championship, Miao Ruihu knocked his opponent to the ground with one punch, and the audience cheered thunderously. Looking at the cheering audience, Miao Ruihu's gaze fell on an old man with gray hair.
This old man is old and burly. The benevolent face was filled with a strong air of justice.
Miao Ruihu deliberately smiled at the old man, and the old man smiled and nodded. Miao Ruihu is very curious, since a few years ago, this old man has appeared on the scene of every game of his own. His seat was always the most conspicuous position, so that Miao Ruihu could notice him at a glance, and the old man always waited for Miao Ruihu to leave quietly after the game.
The opponent who was defeated by Miao Ruihu was a tall, yellow-haired, blue-eyed foreigner named Peter. Peter looked at Miao Ruihu resentfully, and slowly got up from the ground.
Miao Ruihu kindly stepped forward and hugged his fists and said, "Accept!"
Peter snorted coldly and turned to walk out of the ring.
Miao Ruihu defended the ultimate boxing title again, how many times has this been? Miao Ruihu doesn't remember. Because Miao Ruihu has never cared about the so-called boxing championship award, what he cares about is the happiness that every game brings to him. In fact, Miao Ruihu's heart was not satisfied, and almost no opponents he had encountered over the years could hold on to him for ten seconds without falling. But everyone in the boxing world knows Miao Ruihu's style, and he hasn't hurt an opponent since he first stepped into the ring. Because Miao Ruihu's heart is kind.
After the game, Miao Ruihu left the scene alone. Today's game makes him feel boring, without the boredom of his opponents.
Night shrouded this bustling foreign street, and Miao Ruihu wandered alone.
Suddenly, more than a dozen blonde and blue-eyed strong men pushed aside the crowd and blocked Miao Ruihu. At the head of the pack was Peter, who had just lost the game.
Miao Ruihu paused and clenched his fists slightly: "What does Your Excellency mean by this?"
Peter stared at Miao Ruihu resentfully, and said coldly: "I have been practicing sanda since I was a child, and I always hope to become famous, this time I worked hard from the first game to the end, but I let you ruin my dream with one punch!
Miao Ruihu was stunned when he heard this, and frowned: "You want to kill me?"
Peter exclaimed, "I just hope you never get into the ring!"
Miao Ruihu smiled and said: "The number one in the world is so important, even if I can't get into the ring, you still can't wash away the ending of being defeated by me today." ”
Peter's steel teeth clenched when he heard the words, and the words squeezed out from between his teeth, and said: "Aren't you competing for the title of the best in the world? After saying that, he was surprised and more than a dozen strong men beside him pounced on Miao Ruihu.
Miao Ruihu smiled slightly, and said to himself: "If it was for the world number one, then I, Miao, would have quit the boxing world a long time ago......" After saying that, his body shook to meet Peter. It only took a few moments to knock Peter and the others to the ground.
Looking at the resentful eyes of Peter and the others, Miao Ruihu let out a long sigh.
At that moment, there was a loud bang, and a bullet flew from the corner.
Miao Ruihu was startled, and his body suddenly flashed sideways, and the bullet shot out of his left chest through his body. Miao Ruihu almost fell, and blood slowly flowed down his chest.
Then another gunshot rang out, and Miao Ruihu was suddenly startled and flashed sideways again. But this time, no bullets flew, but a miserable cry was clearly heard in the corner of the wall, and the person who assassinated Miao Ruihu had been shot in the head.
Miao Ruihu looked curiously at the corner of the wall.
Seeing that his gunman was shot and killed, Peter knew that someone was secretly helping Miao Ruihu, so Peter hurriedly got up from the ground and fled with several companions.
At this time, more than ten men walked out of the corner, and these more than ten men were all yellow-skinned people. The leader was nearly fifty years old, with a hint of cunning between his eyebrows, a moderate figure wearing a black suit and a cigar in his mouth.
Miao Ruihu slowly stepped forward holding the gunshot wound on his chest, bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for saving the benefactor, I don't know the benefactor's name!"
The person in charge smiled slightly: "Under Fu Boyun, at the same time, strangers have difficulties in helping each other, so there is no need to say thank you." ”
Miao Ruihu said: "Miao has always been kind and must be repaid, Your Excellency Miao should remember your kindness!"
Fu Boyunlang laughed a few times and turned away.
Miao Ruihu was about to leave, his wound was still bleeding, and he had to find a hospital for treatment as soon as possible.
Suddenly, an old man with gray hair walked from behind.
The old man said, "How is the young man's injury?"
Miao Ruihu couldn't help but feel relieved when he turned around, because the person who spoke was the old man who must be there at every scene. Miao Ruihu looked at the old man carefully.
The old man was burly and gray, and his eyes were full of a righteous aura that could not be looked up to.
Miao Ruihu said gently: "It didn't hurt the vital point, thank you for the old man's concern." ”
The old man nodded and said, "Isn't this kind of game boring?"
Miao Ruihu was stunned when he heard this: "The younger generation really feels bored. ”
The old man smiled and said, "You are addicted to martial arts, but you don't know that martial arts are so profound, why do you always have pointless fights with these clowns?"
Miao Ruihu smiled dryly: "Although the juniors don't know the essence of martial arts, the juniors really think that there is no one in the world who is invincible!"
When the old man heard this, he laughed and said, "The young man sits in the well and watches the sky, arrogant......"
Miao Ruihu frowned when he heard this, and said with a smile: "The old man is making fun of the juniors?"
The old man smiled but didn't answer, only to see his arm raised slightly, and a powerful aura instantly enveloped Miao Ruihu.
Miao Ruihu suddenly felt a strange aura controlling him, and he couldn't move at all. It's like there's a wonderful force that binds me tightly. This wonderful breath flowed into Miao Ruihu's heart, making Miao Ruihu feel very cordial, déjà vu cordial. Miao Ruihu did not have the slightest fear, but felt that this wonderful aura emanated from himself.
As soon as the old man's arm was retracted, the strange aura suddenly disappeared.
The old man smiled and said: "You have a pure heart and a special physique, and you will definitely become a strange person in the world in the future, and you are obsessed with fists and feet all day long but you are unable to take a move in the hands of the old man, this is the martial arts you are addicted to?"
Miao Ruihu was silent, and then he understood what the old man said was broad and profound, so he said guiltily: "The younger generation is short-sighted, and I ask the old man for more advice!"
The old man smiled and said: "Retire, when the opportunity is ripe, the old man will look for you." Before the old man finished speaking, his body shook like a streamer, and he disappeared into the crowd like an illusion.
Miao Ruihu, who was watching, was speechless, and then shouted: "Old Bozun's surname is ......."
The old man's words came faintly from the crowd, and he said, "Jin Gang's ability...... Escape......"
Miao Ruihu said to himself: "Xiaoyaosu...... Jin Gang's ability ......"
The old man's words made Miao Ruihu realize that he had indeed never really realized the magic of martial arts, and he had been decadent in pride and addicted to pride all these years. Miao Ruihu was really bored.
Looking at the bustling crowd on the street, Miao Ruihu finally made a life-changing decision, quietly left this strange foreign market, and recuperated alone for more than ten days. After the wound healed slightly, Miao Ruihu embarked on the journey home......