The heavy black completely swallowed Yang Sheng, and the boundless weightlessness enveloped him, as if he had passed through space and time.

I don't know how long later, when Yang Sheng opened his eyes again, he was greeted by a huge boxing ring of more than ten meters, with thousands of seats scattered in all directions.

Countless frenetic crowds around them were shouting and swearing frantically, staring at the two fighters in the ring.

Underground Black Fist?

Yang Sheng rubbed his head and denied his guess again.

The surrounding stands seemed to be divided into dozens or hundreds of different forces, a small group of people clustered together, and only a few people of high status had seats.

For example, Yang Sheng was standing around a group of people, surrounded by three old men.

At this time, a horizontal and cold blood-colored text suddenly flashed in Yang Sheng's mind:

When: late seventies

Location: Kowloon Walled City

Background: In the late 70s, there were many community associations in Hong Kong, black and white, and the order of the rivers and lakes was gradually forgotten.

The top 10 clubs teamed up to hold the Dragon City Tournament in order to show their strength, divide the territory, and save unnecessary fighting.

World Level: Under Yellow

Main Quest:

Survive for three months or end the world early, reward: Blood.

Get the Royal Forest Saber that entrusts the soul of the Qi family's army, reward: Five Rampant Soldier Souls, and you can end the world early.

Side Quests:

Ranking in the top 100, top 50, top 10, top 3, and 1st in the Dragon City Tournament will receive a 10% increase in the National Arts Mastery.

Note: The better the performance in the reincarnation world, the higher the evaluation level.

Failure Penalty: Wiped out immediately if the main quest is not completed.

The performance of the reincarnation world is evaluated below the Xuanzi, and the life span is deducted by ten years.

There is also a line of black text underneath the blood-colored text.

Personal Information:

Name: Sheng Yang

Identity: Sijiuzai under the command of Hong Shenglian of the Sunset Society

Specialization: 40% of national arts

The Fat Gift of the Apostle King:

Concealed his identity and promoted to a disciple of Guangdong Guoshu Master, came to Hong Kong due to accidental murder, and joined Hong Shenglian in desperation.

The national art specialization is temporarily increased to 90%, and it expires after leaving the world.

Note: Items in the Reincarnation World cannot be taken out of the Reincarnation World, but they can be purchased when you leave and exchanged for Bonus Points.

Yang Sheng let out a long breath and looked at his forearm whose muscles were obviously bulging, as well as the memories in his mind that definitely did not belong to him, but were imprinted in the depths of his mind about the fight of the national arts.

In his previous life, in order to take revenge, he went north and south to learn the art of martial arts, and scattered his family wealth to worship several masters, some of whom were liars, but some of them had real kung fu.

One of the masters told him, "What is Kung Fu?" Kung Fu is honed over time.

In ancient times, those martial artists practiced martial arts at an early age, practiced kung fu for half a lifetime, became a bodyguard or a caretaker, and that kung fu was the capital of his life.

And now that I've learned kung fu for half my life, I can only go to prison and eat guns.

So the era of Kung Fu has passed.

Yang Sheng is talented, and his kung fu has been successful in five years.

It's a pity that he hasn't practiced since he was a child, he has lost the best opportunity, and he has an obsession in his heart, so it is difficult to achieve great kung fu.

But in this strange world, his national martial arts and kung fu were promoted to a realm comparable to that of a grandmaster by Wang Fatzi.

At this time, in the ring, the two fighters have already decided the winner.

One of the fighters was beaten with broken tendons and a bloody face, and was carried down.

An old man in a long shirt took out two notes from the lottery holder, and shouted loudly: "In the next game, Hong Shenglian will play against the British Associated Press, please send their own players to appear." ”

A moment later, a shirtless, short, long-haired young man walked up to the Associated Press.

This long-haired young man has a dark complexion, and his appearance has obvious characteristics of the South Asian race, and his expression is grim and cold.

"Vietnamese Tiger Nguyen Phong!"

Seeing this person, the faces of everyone on Yang Sheng's Hong Shenglian side changed.

Hung Shenglian is one of the old associations in Hong Kong, and his qualifications are definitely old enough.

But now it has decayed and become a sunset club, and the entire community adds up to only more than a thousand people.

However, the British Associated Press is a big community in the sky, and its territory is also in the center of Yau Tsim Wang, unlike Hong Shenglian, who can only guard the corners.

At this time, the Vietnamese Tiger Nguyen Phong Nai is one of the three tigers of the British Associated Press, and has just taken up a double-flower red stick.

Nguyen Phong is said to have been born in the Vietnamese army, and his shots were ruthless and brutal, and almost all of his men were alive and dead.

It was simply impossible to get a Vietnamese to tie up a double-trick red stick before.

But now all the clubs in Hong Kong are in charge, and the rules left by their ancestors have long been forgotten.

Don't say that Nguyen Phong is Vietnamese, even if he is an alien, I'm afraid the British Associated Press doesn't care, as long as he can fight.

On Hong Shenglian's side, the only red stick Di Wei's face turned a little pale, and he said to the three old men sitting in the center: "Old top, those guys from the British Associated Press are crazy!" actually sent Ruan Feng out in the first game.

How does this work? Bruce Lee can't even beat when he comes! ”

An old man with dark skin on crutches frowned and said, "Ah Wei, you are the only red stick in our Hong Shenglian, if you don't make a move at this time, who will baa?" ”

Di Wei hurriedly said: "Uncle Qiang, the Dragon City Championship is the home of their big clubs, what are we doing with Hong Shenglian?"

If I go up and lose, Hong Shenglian's face will be completely lost.

It's better to send a Sijiu boy up casually, so that others think that our Hong Shenglian doesn't care about this kind of thing, and deal with it. ”

The three old men looked at each other and nodded after a moment.

Uncle Qiang said in a low voice: "Which one will you let go to the ring?" ”

Hong Shenglian's little brothers all subconsciously dispersed.

Who doesn't know that Ruan Feng is cruel and ruthless, and it is light to break his hands and feet when he goes to the ring.

Di Wei pointed at Yang Sheng, who was still there at this time, bowing his head and digesting the information: "Hey, that mainland boy, you come to the stage to fight Ruan Feng." ”

The others looked at Yang Sheng with a hint of sympathy.

This mainland boy has not joined Hong Shenglian for a few months, and there is no big man to worship the door, and there is no one to protect him, so of course this kind of work to send him to death.

And if he dares to refuse on such an occasion, it will be a betrayal of the society, and the society will never spare him.

Yang Sheng looked up at Di Wei, then at the other Hong Shenglian's people, and grinned, "Okay." ”

Raising his legs and striding onto the ring, the old man in a long robe took out a life and death certificate and handed it to Yang Sheng and Ruan Feng, and both wrote their names and pressed their handprints.

"The life and death certificate has been signed!

Victory or defeat is in people, life and death are in heaven! ”

As the old man in the long shirt stepped off the ring, Ruan Feng smiled at Yang Shengsen and said in a slightly rusty Cantonese: "Boy, are you from the mainland?"

You mainland boys are the most annoying, I'm going to crush your bones one by one! ”

Yang Sheng tilted his head: "The child was beaten for disobedience, and he fled to Hong Kong crying and was embarrassed to talk ruthlessly?" ”

At this time, because Vietnam repelled the Yankees and unified the north and the south, its mentality drifted up, thinking that it was doing it again.

As a result of the provocation of the suzerain, he was pushed all the way to the capital, and he was beaten extremely miserably.

Nguyen Phong was born in the Vietnamese military and should have participated in that war, so he naturally had a deep hatred for the mainlanders.

Yang Sheng's words instantly angered Ruan Feng.

Ruan Feng's body was like a cheetah, his right foot kicked the ground, and he rushed towards Yang Sheng, and came straight to Yang Sheng's door with a punch.

At the same time, his left arm was bent inward, but his eyes were fixed on Yang Sheng's neck.

This punch is just a feint, whether Yang Sheng is avoiding or blocking, he will have to face Ruan Feng's grappling and choke next.

Ruan Feng was born in the military, and his kung fu was honed on the battlefield, he was extremely ruthless, and his moves were all aimed at killing people.

Yang Sheng tilted his head, but his eyes instantly locked on Ruan Feng's left arm, his body was like a bow, and his fists were like thunderbolts, popping out violently!

Cai Li Fo! Iron Arrow Fist!

Attack against attack, move forward!

Bang!

Ruan Feng felt as if his punch had hit the hammer, and as soon as his left arm reached out, he was hit on his forearm by Yang Sheng's punch, and suddenly a sharp pain came from his heart.

But Ruan Feng didn't seem to notice, his left knee was raised, and he went straight to Yang Sheng's crotch.

The pursuit of fighting in the army is simple and ultimate lethality, and there are countless ways to do this.

Yang Sheng's originally tall figure suddenly became shorter like a ghost at this time.

Stepping, kneeling, leg piercing, shoulder lifting.

The four actions were done in one go, and he actually got under Ruan Feng with his whole person, and directly flew Ruan Feng out with a force on his shoulder!

The old man in the long shirt who acted as the referee suddenly slapped his face and exclaimed: "Nine Palace Baguazhang, Erlang Danshan!" The young boy is so handsome! ”

Ruan Feng was in mid-air, hurriedly did a backflip, staggering to stabilize his figure.

But before he could react, Yang Sheng had already stepped with his legs, bent one arm into an elbow, and crashed towards him!

Bajiquan, two instrument piles! Top elbow!

Ruan Feng crossed his arms to resist, but under this elbow, he only heard a 'click', his right arm on top of him bent instantly, and cold sweat suddenly flowed down his head.

Before Ruan Feng could react, the overwhelming fists had already smashed down wildly!

Bajiquan, random arrows!

The audience was in an uproar, and even many people couldn't help but stand up.

Nguyen Feng, one of the three tigers of the British Associated Press, was beaten down three streets of sesame oil by himself with a military stab, and Nguyen Feng, who had just been recruited with a double-flower red stick, was beaten by a lonely and nameless Sijiuzai and had no power to fight back?

Ruan Feng, who was in the midst of the fist, was beaten and bleeding from his mouth and nose, he roared angrily, and his right leg swept towards Yang Sheng's waist.

Yang Sheng moved sideways, unloading the power of Ruan Feng's kick, his right fist smashed down like a giant hammer, only to hear the sound of 'click', Ruan Feng's right leg was instantly broken, and the angle was weirdly twisted.

Tai Chi, move the block and hammer the step!

Ruan Feng screamed miserably, and his figure retreated towards the back of the ring.

Although the boxers who came to the stage in the Dragon City Championship have signed life and death certificates, they are actually not endless, as long as they jump out of the ring, they will naturally admit defeat.

But Yang Sheng directly swept Ruan Feng down with a whip leg, lifted Ruan Feng directly on his back, raised his left knee up, and smashed his hands down!

'Click'.

Ruan Feng's body was still on the ground in an inverted V-shape, twitching strangely.

This Vietnamese tiger, who was clamoring to crush Yang Sheng's bones not long ago, was broken by Yang Sheng's backbone at this time.

Just like the country where Ruan Feng lived a few months ago, the confident clamor was only broken by the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.