In the dark night, the river overflows.

Looking back at the metropolis like a pearl in the night, slowly getting smaller as it gradually drifts away, I felt a little reluctant to leave. Although this place is not my hometown, the dangers and pleasures I experienced here in a short time are more dangerous and happy than I had accumulated in my 20 years in my hometown.

(I, Tang Yin, will be back.)

"Don't stand here, hurry up and go to Dikang. I'll arrive at the Holy Elephant Sea later. If someone catches us, we will die with you." The sailor on the smuggling boat cursed and said, "If you want to participate in the ring, you need to go to the Holy Elephant Kingdom to register and participate, because whether in the mainland or in Jiulong Bay, such cruel competitions that are almost black fist are forbidden. Only the Holy Elephant, which is extremely tough and tough in Wu Feng, can be held as a regular competition.

After being pushed by the sailor, Tang Yin was not angry. He scratched his head and went down the warehouse. There were not many people here. Jiulong Bay is a prosperous place, and it was even far better than the Holy Elephant, Miluo, and Nanzheng countries. They were only slightly worse than Japan nearby, so they were not like the mainland smuggling through Jiulong Bay, when the disaster year was a year of disaster.

If you flee from Kowloon Bay to a poor and harder to make a living, you will basically go away after making trouble. In other words, everyone here can be said to be not a good person.

Tang Yin sat down next to a big bald man with a strong body and a fierce appearance. The big bald man looked at him and said nothing. There was someone who could be next to the cold and wet bottom of the warehouse, but in fact it was far more comfortable than carrying it alone.

"Brother, what did you do? You want to run away to the Holy Elephant?" After a long staggering moment, the big bald man couldn't help but ask.

"You are going to participate in the ring road." It is not something that cannot be said, and saying this directly may make the other party even more unbelievable.

Sure enough, the big bald man beside Tang Yin showed suspicion after hearing this.

"Brother, which sect do you come from? Brother Shu, I was so stupid that I couldn't see it."

"I have practiced some rural styles in my hometown. I feel that my body is still strong and I plan to fight." Tang Yin was smuggling at this time, so of course he put all the good clothes on, and was wearing the coarse cloth clothes he brought from the mainland. He spoke like this with such clothes, which made him look extremely simple.

"Brother, I listen to my advice, let's forget about it. I am a lay disciple of Daxing Temple. I don't dare to participate in the ring. I have a great chance of meeting a master on it. Once I meet a foreign master, I will even be disabled."

"Will there be any foreign masters appear?"

"You dare to participate if you don't know anything?" At this moment, the big bald leopard, who was unexpectedly enthusiastic, stared at the wide eyes.

"Sacred Elephant, Miluo, Nanzheng, and Japan, warriors from these countries like to participate in this type of competition to accumulate practical experience. Especially when the Japanese meet us Chinese, they are particularly cruel. Didn't they be driven away by us a few years ago? They were killed a lot during the great defeat, so they hated us deeply."

"Haha, it's obviously an invader, why does it seem that the enemy is deeper than the ones who were invaded? Sure enough, compared to the victims, the party that inflicts on the harm is actually more difficult to forget about the hatred." The revenge between China and Japan is the topic of conversation for every Chinese. Whether familiar or not, you can always talk about this topic.

"I'm afraid of being beaten back by us. Of course, I would feel more dangerous and alert. In short, I advise you to tell me that the Holy Elephant should not participate in any kind of ring. Without the cultivation level of the Dan Qi Realm, going to that ring is just to die by yourself." The Chinese martial arts in the Canglong Realm are divided into four major stages: body, qi, gang, and forbidden. Most people practice physical skills all their lives, and once they break through the limit of the human body's potential to nourish the energy, they can be called a master.

It is said that China is determining the professional level of warriors and setting up a martial arts league mechanism. On the one hand, domestic experts are allowed to pursue the honor of the world's number one to consume each other, and on the other hand, it is also strengthening and purifying, and pursuing China's martial arts advantages always maintain their peak in the world.

However, it is unknown how many years will take for these things to happen. Now the strength comparison between warriors and warriors is still in chaos. Unless the gap in strength is really huge, it will be necessary to know who is stronger and who is weaker.

The smuggling boat was swaying down the river and was walking forward on the moonlight. He had a meal in the middle, with white rice and an egg. Tang Yin accidentally ate two. The bald and fierce lay disciple of Daxing Temple beside him actually vegetarian.

(In this world, people really cannot behave like this.) With this idea, Tang Yin hugged his arms and fell into a deep sleep. While he was sleeping soundly, someone gently pushed him.

He opened his eyes in a daze and looked at a thin man with yellow face covering his mouth and coughing in front of him.

"A bad gambling man? Why are you here? Do you know that the landlady was almost beaten to death, and your daughter Xiaohua was almost arrested as a young prostitute?"

"Shh, shh, whisper, don't wake up others. Cough cough." The gambler's physical condition was obviously very bad at this moment. He covered his mouth and coughed violently. Although the light was too dark, a bad smell came over, and it was obvious that he was vomiting blood.

"Come with me, come with me." The bad gambling ghost grabbed Tang Yin's wrist and came to a corner with him. There was a little light here, and he could see that he was almost like a skeleton at this moment, and he was left to hold on in one breath until he died.

"I'll ask you, my wife, how are my daughter?"

"Your wife was beaten by Dong Ge, who was Zhongyixin, and your daughter was almost arrested and sold. I took out all the money and asked Dong Ge to postpone it for one month. What are you doing?" Tang Yin also stared at this time, but the bad gambling guy looked relaxed and didn't care much.

"I'm about to die. I've been gambled the biggest in my life. Unexpectedly, although I won the bet, I have no luck to enjoy it. I'll give you a free gift." As he said, the gambler's mouth and nose could not stop bleeding, but he ignored it. Instead, he carefully took out a black silk cloth from his arms and stuffed it into Tang Yin's hand. Then, the man began to slowly fall down in the cabin.

"...A Yin... This... This is... God... Long Ba Pu" Before the bad gambling ghost could finish his words, he spit out a mouthful of black blood, and Tang Yin's face was stained with blood.

"You wait, I'll call someone a doctor."

"Don't..." He grabbed Tang Yin's hand and the bad gambling man looked at the man in front of him. He could no longer speak, but for no reason, Tang Yin understood what he wanted to say.

"...Don't worry, I won't be hungry if I have a bite of food in the future." After hearing Tang Yin's words, the spirit in the eyes of the bad gambling ghost gradually disappeared. He had only breathed a sigh of relief, but he was only supported by the silk cloth in his arms and did not die. When he met and discovered Tang Yin and knew about his wife and children, the bad gambling ghost was discharged in one last breath, and he naturally died soon.

The corpse of the rotten gambling ghost was discovered the next day. It is said that the bones in his body were melted and the corpse was soft. This was on the sea. The ending of the rotten gambling ghost was of course thrown into the sea. Tang Yin felt that the guy didn't care. He had a good gambling life and bet on what he wanted with his life. The rotten gambling ghost seemed to feel that he had made a profit.

About five days later, Tang Yin successfully embarked on the territory of the Holy Elephant Kingdom. The whole journey was not comfortable, but it was a great luck to be able to arrive safely, and he really did not dare to ask for anything else.

The first thing Tang Yin did after getting off the boat was to go to a relatively hidden forest where there was no one to look at it. It was right that the bad gambling ghost was good at betting, but he was never stupid. Things that could make him feel that more important than his life must be nothing simple. After all, everyone's life is quite precious to him.

"Isn't this just a piece of black silk? It's nothing." He raised the black silk to watch in the sun, and found nothing for a moment. When a knife stabbed Tang Yin's neck from behind, the moment before the sharp edge of the blade was about to be stabbed. Tang Yin's foot suddenly blew up behind him. At the same time, when he turned around, a short knife had already landed on his hand and penetrated the thick wrist that was coming with his body.

"Monkey, I slept together for five days, and my relationship was not so good, right? Come and give me a knife when I get ashore!"

"Ah." As the blood mist splattered, the big bald man who had been walking with Tang Yin on the smuggling boat for five days roared and covered his right wrist and retreated.

"You knew I would attack you?"

"There's no way. Your eyes have hardly been removed from me in the past five days. I am not a charming girl. Your behavior makes me think you can't help but be unsuspecting." In the dense forest, two boat friends confronted each other with short swords.

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"Boy, give me the black cloth on you, and I will turn around and leave. Otherwise, you will die here, and your life will be only once."

"What is this thing? Why do you seem to be able to save your life for it?" The other party's wrist was bleeding, so Tang Yin didn't care about dragging it for a while, especially, he was really curious.

"Haha, the eight divisions of the Heavenly Dragons, the eight divisions of the unique skills... You might as well wipe the blood from your knife on the cloth." The monk didn't seem to mind his injuries. He wiped the ashes from his face in a hurry. Although he was not raised in his eyes just now, it did fall a lot on him.

Tang Yin took two steps back when he heard this. He smeared the blood from the short knife in his hand on the black silk cloth, then lowered his head. At this moment, the monk rushed forward fiercely with his sword again. His mastery martial arts had his own spiritual will. Those who were not strong in their spiritual will may even be injured by the impact of their inner rhyme. Even those with strong minds and spirits will be absorbed and immersed in them for a long time. This monk is really a disciple of the lay Buddhist of Daxing Temple because he has this knowledge.

(Die!) He raised his hand and slashed at Tang Yin's head. Just as the monk was ecstatic, Tang Yin on the opposite side closed his eyes and raised his head. Then he threw the short knife in his hand like a rainbow, cutting straight through the monk's neck and carotid artery. The blood mist was spewed out this time.

He moved forward two more steps, then threw himself to the ground, and his huge body twisted a few more times on the sand, and then he stopped moving.

In martial arts fighting, as long as the strength of each other is not particularly huge, the outcome of victory or defeat, life and death depends on one's own level, two at the time, three at the same time, three at the personality of each other, four at the fighting style of fighting, five at the understanding of each other, and even internal and external conditions. Especially weapons and instrumental fights and even firearms shooting, there are more factors that determine the life and death of both sides. Tang Yin was lying in front of him. His martial arts skills were actually higher than Tang Yin, with a huge body and superb fists. Tang Yin now struggled to beat him, at most he won a terrible victory. However, due to the cunning gap between the two sides, the monk died here but did not even hurt his fur. This is the fight in reality.

Without going over and turning over the body directly, Tang Yin turned around and smashed two big stones twice. The monk's head was almost deformed. He walked over slowly and soaked the black silk cloth in his hand with his blood. Because he chose a hidden place and a large amount of human blood was not so easy to get. Therefore, after a brief thought, Tang Yin spread the black and red blood silk in front of him.

In an instant, a sword light that seemed to devour all hope came towards us: the remnant chapter of the Black Sky No Birth Sutra, the Black Sun Sword Sutra.

On the black and red blood silk, a terrifying heavy-armored man wielding his sword to kill. Around the man were rows of crazy characters, twisted sword lights. Tang Yin stared at the blood silk with his eyes wide and round, and the terrifying and boiling murderous intent filled him with real understanding of what death is, what terror is, what blood is, and what despair is!

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah!" In a trance, Tang Yin finally escaped from the desperate hell with trembling whole body. Under the moonlight, his limbs were curled up and hugged him. The feeling of feeling of being unable to feel the light anymore. Hope and the beauty were really too terrible, so that he seemed to be unable to breathe happily, and opened his mouth and made a strange sound.

(Some people have faced the real darkness and still have the courage to pursue happiness again, while others have fallen into it forever and can never break free.) In the world of the soul, Tang Yin is bound and entangled by endless darkness, but a man in red robe walked up to him step by step.

(I know what you see...that eternal despair, infinite darkness.)

"No, you don't know, you're not...how could you know."

(It seems that you lost. If you lose to this sword intent, your consciousness will sink here forever, and your body will turn into a murderous ghost who pursues blood. Such an ending is ridiculous. I will give you something.) When I said this, a leaping golden red flame appeared between the man in the red robe's hands, and Zhu Peng delivered it to Tang Yin.

"What's this?"

(My heart, pure yang immortal heart. What Taoism has faced for thousands of years is itself a despair from eternal to present, an insurmountable limit of life and death, forcing us to forge this... a firm, enterprising, self-evolving, and never giving up. This is the soul of the immortal.)

(Accept it and let the darkness become a knife in your hand!)

After looking at the man in red robe in front of him, he looked at the heart that was leaping with golden red flames. Tang Yin had no choice but to accept it.

(Very good, you will understand the power of the pure Yang Xianxin soon, hahahahahahahahahahaha...I look forward to meeting you again.)

The opening ceremony of the Shengxiang Martial Arts Hall, the Road to the Arena.

A moment before the registration was about to end, a young man with a stinky body and a ragged dress suddenly rushed to the reception desk.

"Hello, sign up."

"Oh, why are you like this? This is about to start." The pretty girl wearing light glasses looked at the time and frowned.

"Please, because everyone is a fellow Chinese, at worst I can invite you to a big meal after winning the bonus."

"I'm not your fellow villager, I just learn Chinese." Looking at the young man in front of him, for some reason, the girl felt that the man's eyes were particularly warm, so she looked around and quickly filled out a form to tear it to the other party.

"Take it, you said, I really got the bonus and wanted to treat me to a big meal." The girl said with a smile. Of course, she didn't really take it seriously.

The initial part was a test of basic physical fitness, boxing strength, and footwork. After all, if these basic qualities are not met, it is impossible to convince you how capable you are. In these aspects, Tang Yin's basic qualities are not very outstanding, but he is also a moderate or superior score among everyone.

After passing the basic test, Tang Yin got his own label: 268.

(I saw that the broken sword scripture made me faint for nearly three days, but fortunately I caught up in the end. Why didn’t I provide food and accommodation for such a large-scale competition? I didn’t have any teeth in the water and rice in the past three days.) After walking a few times in the martial arts venue, I finally picked up a steamed bun that someone had dropped from the ground and ate it with tap water. It wasn’t that I couldn’t even get a meal, but I left in a hurry and didn’t have time to find someone to exchange for the money from Jiulong Bay.

"Little brother, have you just come from the mainland?" While Tang Yin was squatting there and gnawing on his hard-won steamed buns, an old man walked up to him surrounded by a girl and two young men.

"Ah, old man, I just came from the mainland." He stuffed the last piece of steamed bun into his mouth and patted his chest hard to swallow it. Tang Yin stood up and responded.

"The government of the motherland was first established, and the administration became a little more rude and fierce. We old guys had to leave our hometown and flee overseas to make a living. When I saw you and I seemed to see myself back then. At that time, I was like you, and half a box of lunch and my wife were eating with tap water." As he said that, some tears appeared in the old man's eyes, and then Tang Yin was stared by the girl who was helping him beside him, as if he was blamed for arousing the old man's sadness.

"If you don't dislike it, during the battle on the ring road, you can eat and live in my Baihong Pavilion. If you don't eat well and sleep well, you will be able to turn over no matter how good your skills are. Young man, I don't feel sorry for you, but I don't feel sorry for your skills you have practiced hard for a while."

"Uh, thank you, my uncle, then I've been disturbed during this period." The old man on the opposite side has already said this, and it's a bit disgusting to say no. Moreover, this kind of thing is also normal in the martial arts world. When encountering down-and-out warriors, local snakes in wealthy families often don't mind staying for a few days, or even giving people some money. This kind of thing is not a big deal, but timely help is a kindness that many people will remember for the rest of their lives.

Of course, it is not completely unavailable, but that is a relatively rare species after all.

At exactly 9 o'clock in the morning, a bell rang, and the "Road to the Arena" officially began!

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"No. 268, Tang Yin, China."

"No. 146, Holy Elephant Mamdu."

Tang Yin and the Holy Elephant boxer Man walked towards the ring together. Tang Yin was wearing a ragged cloth clothes, while Man was naked and wearing a pair of shorts. However, his hands and head were wrapped with white cloth ropes. This is a very typical image of a Holy Elephant boxer.

Shengxiang boxing is extremely fierce and powerful, and is an extremely fierce fighting method. During hard training, it is used to scrub with potions to polish and train your body into steel and iron bones.

As long as you hit the fight and attack, you can be disabled and fatal. However, once the Holy Elephant Fist passes the peak of the human body, as long as you cannot reach a higher level of martial arts, you will be very desolate after middle age. Due to overdrawing of the body and various old injuries, most of them will not live to be 50 years old. Of course, Tang Yin does not need to care about his opponent after he is fifty years old. Because of his eyes, he now plans to directly cripple or even kill his opponent.

"start!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, a crisp sound came from the air.

At this moment, the Holy Elephant Fister, named Mandu, seemed to transform into a ferocious beast that suddenly exploded.
To be continued...