At Tianjin, at the Xiqing District's Waste Garden…
This place used to be the vein of the city's population of tens of millions, and it swallowed and spat out a huge amount of materials every day to keep the city running.
However, after years of development and the expansion of the New Town Area, this function was transferred, leaving only a huge group of buildings.
Because the prices were low or even free, some fashionable poor people gathered there, such as painters, down-and-out poets, bar managers, rock and roll singers, and so on.
Rough yet exquisite graffiti covered almost all the walls here, with some abstract paint of d*ckheads and women's sexual organs in the middle. Half-statues and used condoms were scattered everywhere, reaching the harmony of art and vulgarity.
Jin Yuchen put on the face of Cao Cao from the Beijing Opera. The car's scissor doors slowly rose, revealing his figure.
A young man in a cotton martial attire reached out his hand to Jin Yuchen. "Master Jin, please."
Jin Yuchen got out of the car and followed the young man through a wall with the words "Art Is Crap" on it. They arrived at the original warehouse.
As the metal door was pulled open, the warehouse appeared in front of Jin Yuchen. At the same time, the people inside looked at Jin Yuchen, but after a while, they went back to their own business.
In the middle of the warehouse was a boxing ring that looked like it was built temporarily. It was 10 meters wide, and on the left side, there were seats made of steel pipes and wooden boards. At a glance, there were more than 100 people sitting on it.
"Master Jin, your seat is here."
The young man led Jin Yuchen to the right side of the boxing ring, where there were eight other people.
The eight of them cupped their hands at Jin Yuchen, and the latter returned the gesture.
Seeing that Jin Yuchen was in position, a few people on the left side of the grandstand began to whisper among themselves.
"I didn't think that the newcomer would be going on stage today. Old Zhao, do you know what kind of person he is?"
The man called Old Zhao shook his head. "I don't know. Tianjin is a big city. I can't just know everyone."
He then raised his chin at the young man with Jin Yuchen. "But I know that person. He's a disciple of the Xing Yi School. The one in the mask should be Old Sun's helper."
The surrounding people looked at Jin Yuchen, who was resting with his eyes closed, in shock. Then, they looked at Sun Mingrui, who was in the middle of the ring.
"Impressive. He might have real skills to be invited by that old fellow."
"It's more than that. He's still the last one to appear. He's probably the finale. We'll have something to see today."
"You guys really don't know such a powerful person?"
"Can't you see him wearing a mask? We'll know when he goes on stage later. Just wait."
…
Following the clamor in the stands, a middle-aged man who was also dressed in martial arts attire stepped on the edge of the ring. He turned around in the air, flipped over the rubber rope, and landed on the ring.
This suave action received unanimous applause from the audience, and then the middle-aged man pressed his hands down to stop the crowd's cheers.
"Thank you, fellow masters, for coming. I'm sure you don't need me to explain why we set up the ring today. Let's get straight to the point. The competition begins now!"
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, the electronic curtain at the door slowly rose again, and a few people walked out.
Jin Yuchen looked at them and narrowed his eyes.
Other than the young 'Hyena' Dao Tuo, the others who followed him were probably mercenaries from the battlefield, not Sophie's cyborgs. There was no place for guns on their bodies, so they were not a threat.
To Jin Yuchen's surprise, there was an official employee of McRae Corp., who was an old acquaintance of his in his previous life—Dwarf Rick.
McRae Corp.'s goal had always been to create superhumans. Although they had a lot of people under them, they had to show some inhuman characteristics to become official employees.
This wasn't the kind of ability user who used the treasures of the tomb owner in his previous life, but a person who had all kinds of inhuman characteristics even when he was powerless.
Even in this era, Dwarf Rick was considered special.
'To be able to dispatch this fellow, could it be that he really came for me?'
Jin Yuchen touched the mask on his face.
This was not the era where ability users were rampant. Although this kind of organization was powerful, it still followed common sense.
It didn't make sense for them to have followed him to China all the way from Italy.
'It's impossible to be so accurate with only the information provided by Vera. Forget it. It's really troublesome.
'No matter what these people are here for, they can forget about returning alive.'
Jin Yuchen made the decision to deal with these people.
While Jin Yuchen was deep in thought, Dao Tuo had already leaped onto the ring. The first person in his line saluted Jin Yuchen and the others, then strode toward the ring.
After this person walked to the side of the ring, he raised his right hand high and pressed it on the ring. With a violent shout, he actually threw himself into the air with only one hand.
With a flip, this person steadily landed on the ring in a horse stance.
"Alright!"
"What a good martial art technique!"
…
As the crowd cheered, the man cupped his fist and saluted Dao Tuo.
"
Dao Tuo didn't answer and raised his fists. His forearms were placed in front of him like a shield, his left leg was half-raised, and his left calf was shaking slightly like a pendulum.
When the middle-aged man's hammer hit the gong, the battle began.
Dao Tuo was young. Due to nutrition problems, he was only 140cm tall and extremely thin. However, he took the lead and rushed straight to Xie Chengyun.
The people in the stands were basically all from the Tianjin martial arts circle. Even if they weren't, they were still related to each other and had a much better understanding of martial arts than ordinary people.
But even with their knowledge, Dao Tuo's speed was still shocking.
It was no wonder that all the martial arts schools were shamelessly taking turns dealing with this 13-year-old kid.
In the face of Dao Tuo, who was like a small train, Xie Chengyun continued to lower his body, with his right leg forward and his left leg almost close to the ground. He turned his hand and punched Dao Tuo twice.
As the saying went, "In the hundred martial arts schools, martial arts is rotation."
Fanzi had made a name for itself in the field of fist techniques because it was good to watch in the film industry.
The two fists were as dense as rain and as fast as a whip. This was the outside world's conclusion. Xie Chengyun's two punches, with two crackling sounds in the air, obviously displayed the essence of the fist technique.
Using speed against speed.
The two rushing fists and Dao Tuo's straight fist collided. Xie Chengyun's face changed greatly. He knew the child's fist was heavy, but he didn't expect it to be so heavy.
He felt as if he was not facing a fist but a hammer. He even felt his arm tremble like a steel ruler, and his bones were clearly abnormal.
Xie Chengyun retreated instantly, trying to open up a distance, but a trace of a sinister smile flashed across Dao Tuo's face. Then, a low sweep of his leg directly swept Xie Chengyun's right calf.
The crisp sound of bones breaking reverberated throughout the warehouse.