Spring goes to summer. Summer goes to autumn.

Autumn goes to winter and comes. A new spring is here again.

The swallows have returned from the south. A new nest was built.

Zhejiang Lishui. In ancient times, it was called Chuzhou. It was founded in the ninth year of Emperor Wen of Sui. Set "strange, steep, clear, quiet" in one place. Convergence of "peaks, forests, caves, waterfalls" in one area.

It's in this city. Somewhere in a karate gym. A face is like a knife sharpened. A young man with resolute eyes sat quietly on his knees. A bamboo knife is placed in front of him. Between him and this knife. There is some kind of strange connection between the Buddhas.

He was only eighteen years old at most. But those eyes. Sharper than a real katana.

He was breathing quietly. This hall is huge. Empty. There is only one person's breath. Breathe in the quieter the place. The more clearly you can feel your presence.

It's been a long time. The wooden door is pushed open. Then pull it on again. Walk in a kimono girl. Her white socks stepped on the smooth floor. Silently. Slowly walked up to the boy. Lie down with your hands on the ground. The big-eyed bazaar looked at the boy. Silent.

The boy didn't speak.

Harada-kun. Are you dumb?" The girl finally couldn't take it anymore. Kneel on the ground. Pouting little mouth. "You've been sitting for more than ten hours. It's dark now. Still reluctant to get up?"

This young man's name is Yuto Harada. It's a Japanese person. He said slowly, "I'm not dumb. I'm meditating."

The girl's eyes radiated with brilliance. Said: "Harada-kun. After you meditate, are you going to take on the challenge?"

"Yes." Yuto Harada clenched his fists. Bare eyes. A strong killing intent erupted from his body. Sharply said: "Tomorrow. I'm going to keep the challenge. The largest underground fighting arena in the region has been wiped out. A year ago, the bronze-faced man humiliated me in Japanese karate."

"Harada-kun." The girl's expression was a little frightened. He whispered, "Harada-kun. I'm sure you can. Because you are the genius samurai that our four great karate masters have cultivated for a year. You are the hope of karate. It's going to win."

"Of course. I've got to win."

"But," the girl said, worriedly, "this is a place in China after all. Lishui is the strongest place in the underground black fist of Zhejiang Province. You're strong though. But in case ......"

"Whew..."Yuto Harada's momentum passed by. Sitting quietly on his knees again. The whole body seems to be loose and tight. Said firmly: "I have dedicated myself to martial arts. This time it's not only about karate to come to Zhejiang to challenge. It is also necessary to use Chinese warriors. to sharpen yourself. Only experienced a fight of life and death. to be able to truly grow. Mieko. Rest assured. I checked it very clearly. The strongest underground black fist in this Lishui is only B-level. There is not a master of chemical strength. And those warriors who have become famous will only take care of their identities and will not come to fight black boxing. I'm here to practice martial arts. It's not that I'm looking for death."

The life and death of martial arts. It's about living in death. Instead of stupidly going to the mantis arm as a car. That's self-defeating.

If this Yuto Harada can pick up the Yeosu underground black boxing gym in one go. His realm can definitely go up a big step.

Mieko looked at him adoringly. Said: "Harada-kun. You'll definitely be able to take advantage of this grind. Promoted to the strength of the force. Wait until you succeed. Back to Japan. We can ...... "What will happen when we return to Japan?" She didn't say any more. The little face was flushed with shame.

"Mieko. You can rest assured. I'm not going to forget the engagement on me." Harada stood up suddenly. Hands folded in wide kimono sleeves. "I need to go out for a walk now. I'm alone."

"Hi." Mieko bowed her head in response. Gently stepped aside.

And in another place in Yeosu. In a long, white room. There were six corpses side by side. Each one of them is a strong boxer. Various healing scars on the body. The only wound that didn't heal was their fatal wound.

Six people. Six wounds.

Boss Cao has already frowned and turned seventeen or eighteen times in this morgue. A year has passed. He actually started to grow a mustache. A pair of peach blossom eyes are puffy. The whites of the eyes are bloodshot. It seems that I have been staying up late lately. It's no wonder. After all, he had six fighters in the field in a few days. It's going to kill him.

Today I'm going to see these dead people. It's not him. It's the man with the clown mask on his face.

The man is about one meter eight tall. He's not very strong. Can be evenly fleshed and bone. His every move is coordinated everywhere in his body. At first glance, Svenwen's. Take a second look. I don't think it's so Sven. It seems to have an indescribable taste. It was as if a wild beast was hiding in that body. Choose someone to eat at any time.

His mask is also interesting. It's the kind of clown in Peking Opera. Cover your face. Just show your mouth. Nose and eyes. The clown looks like he is smiling at first glance. Take a look more. I feel like I'm crying again.

The man is wearing a dark green surgical gown. Six corpses have been carefully dissected with a scalpel. I watched it twice. Finally sighed. Straighten up.

"Whew... You're finally done." Boss Cao wiped his sweat. Just want to get out. After all, you have to be with so many dead people. It's not a fun thing.

"I'm done." The clown man unbuttons his surgical gown. Take off your rubber gloves. But he didn't take off the mask on his face. While washing your hands. Said slowly.

Boss Cao couldn't wait to say, "Let's go out and talk about it."

"Don't." The clown man touches his nose. "Say it right here."

"Here. It's all dead here."

The clown man said, "Sometimes. The dead are more honest than the living. Nor will they lie."

"Okay." Boss Cao can only agree. said: "But. Brother Xiao Yong. Can you take the mask off? You look like this. I always think it's weird. The tone of speech. It's like you're a different person."

"yes, okay."

The clown man takes off his mask. Showing an ordinary face. It's a bit of a miserable white. There is no blood. It seems like it's been a long time since I've seen the sun. This man turned out to be Qu Yong. After he took off his mask. Exhaled softly. It seems to have taken off a very heavy burden.

"That's right. That's how you get used to it." Boss Cao sighed: "This year. You go down the hill and wear a clown mask. Paint camouflage makeup on stage. I rarely see your face."

Qu Yong also sighed: "It's really fast. It's been a year."

"yes. Speaking of which. We've been back since that Qingdao. I submitted an application for leave of absence. Spring goes to winter. A year has passed." Boss Cao said: "This year. I run this underground yard that my mom gave me. You're wearing makeup and punching black. Tempering life and death again and again for martial arts practice. Speaking of which. You've nearly died of serious injuries three times this year. But they all survived."

"yes." Qu Yong walked over to one of the corpses. "I remember. This man's name is Ye Jian. D-class. It's a practice sanda. I fought him for the first time last year. That was my first time doing underground black boxing. He made a sneak attack. Almost didn't die at his hands. It's a tough fight. I won him. When I stepped down, there was no pain in my body. It was he who told me. The brutal gore of the Black Fist. Who knows it's only been a year. He died at the hands of someone else. And it's a one-trick kill. Zhong Ji Zhong Acupoint."

The acupoint is between the two breasts. It's the human spirit will.

"This Japanese who killed Ye Jian. I've already found a little bit of his information. His name is Yuto Harada. From an early age, he showed an extraordinary talent for martial arts. Three years ago, he officially worshiped under the door of Yamashin Yuzhen in the extreme real stream. Showing a higher level of talent than his peers. Since a year ago. The Taoist chief fought the four great masters of karate in Japan. Sweep's karate has no face in the Japanese martial arts world. So the four great masters closed their own gyms. Two seeded players were selected out of all the disciples. It takes a year to cultivate it wholeheartedly. It's just to have a shame before the snow every day."

"So this guy has such a background... It's so deep." Qu Yong nodded. "But my master is gone."

"The Father pays the Son's debts." Boss Cao sneered: "These Japanese like the most. The Taoist is gone. You're still there. They sent disciples to fight you, this disciple. Isn't it fair?"

"That's right. Brother Xiao Yong. Do you know how this guy trains?" Boss Cao said: "According to my information. This guy is practicing in Hokkaido. In the icy sea of Hokkaido."

"Nautical mile. The temperature in Hokkaido is so low. He dared to practice in the sea. It's kind of crazy. Be yourself."

"This guy is himself. Be more ruthless to others." Boss Cao said hatefully: "The most hateful thing is . . . This bastard who killed Ye Jian is obviously much higher than Ye Jian's martial arts. but they will beat life to death. It's too hard."

"This person is Japanese karate. The dark energy has reached the point of combining rigidity and softness. I'm just one step away from losing my strength." Qu Yong pointed to another corpse and said, "Look at this. His punch hit the waist Yang Guan acupoint. But after I dissected. It was found that there was almost no damage to his latissimus dorsi. Instead, this kidney was completely destroyed. You can see the stakes of his dark energy."

Boss Cao was reminded by Qu Yong. I couldn't help but nod and said, "That's true. Brother Xiao Yong. You estimate it. This little Japan is better than you. Who is stronger. You've been honed through the year. It has reached the peak of dark energy. To deal with him. It shouldn't be that hard."

"I..." Qu Yong raised his head. Staring blankly at the ceiling. I was out of my mind for a long time. Finally, he muttered, "This question. I can't be sure. It can only be said. You don't know until you've beaten it."

Boss Cao patted his chest and said, "Even if the kung fu is about the same. Now you've dissected six corpses. I know the bottom line about him. And he doesn't know anything about you. Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent. You're going to win."