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Chapter 1 Aspirations to Become a Boxing Master
Cold...shaking...

Wake up from a dizzy spell.

What came into view was an unfamiliar ceiling.

Ugh, my head hurts.

There was no part of my body that didn't hurt.

There was an IV drip on his arm, injecting nutrient solution, and the wounds on his chest and abdomen were tightly bandaged. The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant. He was covered with a pure white quilt, and the light tube emitted a soft light, bright but not dazzling.

With a splitting headache and an unrelieved dizziness, Judge barely stretched out a hand to lift the quilt that was pressing on him, but after just one movement, he froze.

Many fragments of memories are tumbling and surging in my head like a pot of boiling soup.

...adoptive father...temple...heir? ...fellow disciples? ...what is this all about...?
I don't know how much time passed, but he finally recovered.

However, all kinds of memories were mixed up in Judge's mind and had not yet been sorted out. He shook his head slightly, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Is this still Earth?

Where did it come from?

Simply put, he traveled through time and became a replacement.

He came to a world very similar to Earth. Although there were some differences in details in history, country, system, and culture, there was not much difference overall.

But according to the confused memories in my mind, there has been a kind of people called boxers on this earth since long ago. They lurk in the dark side of history and influence the course of the times.

Every boxer in the era of cold weapons was an extraordinary existence who could defeat a hundred enemies at once, and his status was so respected that there has been a culture of practicing martial arts in this world from ancient times to the present day, even in modern times when technology has advanced and firearms and missiles have emerged.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that all boxers don’t carry weapons. It’s just that for them, boxing is boxing, body movements are boxing, leg movements are boxing, and all martial arts that can tap the potential of the human body and train the spiritual level are boxing.

If you understand one Dharma, you will understand a hundred paths.

"Have I come to some Wen Ruian world? You need to know martial arts to sing an opera, forge iron, and farm. Even a dog has to be brave and fierce." Jia Qi couldn't help but complain.

In this world, he is an orphan who was rescued from a sea of fire by his adoptive father. They originally lived a life of dependence on each other until one day, his adoptive father showed extraordinary attainments in boxing.

Naturally, he, "Jia Qi", also began to learn boxing and studied a certain style of boxing as a disciple in the temple where he grew up.

That’s right, this body of his is also called Jia Qi, and he has also become one of those “brave and aggressive” people.

"Hiss - there are quite a lot of memory loss."

The name of that boxing style is... I can’t remember.

Can’t remember your master’s name, the names of your fellow apprentices?

It was as if there was some special force hindering him. It was obviously very important, but the key parts were all blurry and he couldn't remember them clearly.

but,

Since I can't remember the specific name, but a boxing style that is so poor that it has to be taught in a temple, and in a remote countryside, is probably not a very powerful one.

The more he recalled, the more Jia Qi's head hurt. He only vaguely remembered that there were four fellow disciples in his sect, and he happened to be the third oldest.

Including the master, there are only five of them in total. It is indeed a sect that cannot be any smaller.

However, this was also the fundamental reason why he woke up from the hospital bed.
——Someone is here to challenge us.

Siba, the master of White Snake Fist, took advantage of the faction's master and fellow disciples being out to challenge the successor of the sect.

"I have no intention of endangering a brat like you, just be nice and call the heir out."

"Master is not here. If you want to duel with the heir, you should come back another day."

"Humph! It seems that ■■(silent) has gone into hiding. Did this old ghost think he couldn't win from the beginning?"

His current master not only taught him boxing, but also raised him and saved his life. As one of the true disciples of this sect, he naturally has the obligation and responsibility to maintain the reputation of the sect.

In this life, have you ever risked your life for something?

Even though the opponent was one he could not defeat, he fought desperately in this situation.

At a naive and stubborn age, the boxing apprentice who was determined to follow his own principles, burst out with unprecedented strength and also suffered unprecedented damage after the person he respected most in his life was insulted.

He swung his fist, but it was dodged in the blink of an eye, and then a hand like a snake spitting out its tongue came from the shadow and bit his neck.

"Little devil, since you have attacked me, then prepare to die!"

He was strangled by the throat by a man much taller than him, gradually suffocating, lacking oxygen, feeling a tightness in the chest, punctate hemorrhages in the conjunctiva, and a cyanotic face... In his last glance before losing consciousness, he saw his master leading his fellow disciples back.

When he opened his eyes again, a new soul had appeared in the stubborn boy's body.

Jia Qi was silent for a while. His original fate could be said to be quite bumpy. The sadness and resentment before his death seemed to have not dissipated yet.

"Man, this is really pitiful..." He looked at his hands. Although they were not rough, they were not smooth either. The joints of his fingers were covered with thick calluses, which showed how hard he practiced every day.

However, his practice was nothing in front of those real boxers, and he lost his life so easily.

From the perspective of Judge, an outsider, it could not be said that the original body was wrong to attack out of anger, and it could not be said that Spar was wrong to fight back after being provoked by him.

The mistake was that he was too weak.

There are also differences in the strengths and weaknesses among boxers. A small character like him who has not practiced for a long time is not good enough in front of a real strong man, even his master...

Judging from the current situation, the master should not have lost - the fact that he can still lie here quietly means that the sect is still there.

But then again, are boxers really that strong? !

Strong enough to control your own destiny!

Strong enough to control the lives of others!

Jia Qi pulled away the needle, jumped off the bed excitedly, and rushed to the full-length mirror in the ward. "So fast!"

The agility and speed of the movements surprised even Judge himself. Even in this body that had not yet healed from its injuries, there was a powerful strength that he had never experienced before.

He blinked and looked up at himself in the mirror.

He was a boy about fourteen or fifteen years old, nearly 1.7 meters tall, with his upper body tightly wrapped in medical bandages, which fully outlined the contours of his strong muscles. His lower body was in a blue and white hospital gown. Because he ran too fast, his feet were bare. As for his face...

"Well, how should I put it... I don't look ugly, but I don't think I'm handsome either." Touching his chin, Jia Qi's head began to hurt again.

There was an unknown fierce light in his drooping eyes, and his high-standing hedgehog head was full of aggression. His tender facial features, which twitched from time to time because of pain, looked particularly ferocious. Even if he didn't deliberately make an expression, he already had a feeling of being furious and ferocious.

If he were to describe it, it would be the kind of suspicious appearance that would definitely be considered a suspect if you passed by a crime scene.

"Although practicing martial arts can change a person's appearance, it won't make him become so vicious, right?"

Apparently, it's natural.

Judge finally understood why Spar was so ruthless. He just tried to smile and then gave a very pertinent comment:
It would be a pity if the bad boy in the mirror didn't become a bully when he grew up.

Fortunately, this is a world of boxing, and boxing is respected.

Although many people judge people by their appearance, what is more important is strength. If his strength is strong enough to defeat the previous challenger, then no one can say anything about his appearance anymore.

Soon, Judge made up his mind.

I have to continue practicing martial arts!
If I could become a master of boxing, then how could this happen?

Although there is no such thing as the realm of open and hidden forces in traditional Chinese martial arts in this world, nor any high-level martial arts configurations like underground cave spaces, it can be seen from the incomplete memories that the system followed by these boxers should be - secret martial arts!
There are no global sports events or Guinness records in this world.

Because the human body limits that existed in his common sense in the past no longer apply to boxers. There are many strong men and masters whose physical fitness surpasses that of lions, tigers and beasts. Even if ordinary people use stimulants, it is difficult to surpass boxers. And those boxers who have superhuman powers do not take such meaningless things seriously.

Each style of boxing has its own emphasis. How can a boxer who focuses on speed compete with a boxer who concentrates on strength? Once he loses, it is tantamount to admitting that the boxing style he practices is not as good as the opponent's.

There are also some techniques that, when practiced to a high level, will cause irreversible changes in the body. These changes are caused to adapt to the boxing style, but the appearance of the body mostly does not conform to mainstream aesthetics.

Not only is it unpopular with the public, but it will also expose one's physical fitness to the public, which is both dangerous and unwise, and it will be very easy to be targeted by enemies.

The global games were only held twice because they could no longer be held due to the large number of casualties among athletes after the games.

Those boxers who were like human-shaped beasts could unleash destructive power when their emotions got out of control, making it difficult for the lives of the audience to be guaranteed.

In the long run, boxers will focus more on improving their skills rather than doing fancy things, so as to avoid being laughed at by their peers and opponents, and being accused of being clowns because they can't make it anymore.

The secret warrior is always accompanied by struggle.

And they are also the best at fighting.

The masters of a martial art school are fearless of guns and cannons, and some can even combine modern technology with themselves to unleash combat power far beyond that of an ordinary army. Therefore, until now, martial artists have been quite dangerous to society and even to any political system.

Mysterious and powerful!
A power that can even trample on the law!
He began to recall the first half of his life: his parents were taken away in an accident. Although he went to college, he had no friends and no girlfriend in his early twenties. After buying games, he didn't want to play them when sitting at the computer desk. Watching his favorite cartoons also felt boring. In the end, he was left alone living.

Maybe it was because of loneliness, he always watched from the sidelines and had seen too many different kinds of people.

There are countless people, some rich and some poor, some indifferent and arrogant, some shy and unrestrained, some who hate the world and are grateful to it, some who curse life when they are frustrated, some who show off their wealth when they are proud, some who love to look good and prove it with a ferocious look, some who smile humbly and say yes when asking for help, some who have an affair, some who give gifts, some who smile but hide a dagger and bully the weak and fear the strong, and some who express their true feelings at the end of their lungs.

But those have nothing to do with him. No matter how exciting the stories that happen to other people are, they do not belong to his stories.

He is just a spectator, a passer-by.

On the contrary, it was the memory of "Jackie" that made him feel exciting and happy, and he had a feeling that this was the real feeling of being alive.

The opposite of a "meaningless" life is a "purposeful" life.

"I almost got trapped on that Earth, on that ordinary, common planet without any miracles. I almost lived an ordinary life, but..."

Facing the floor-length mirror, he leaned forward slightly, with one arm behind him and one hand with five fingers spread out in front of his face. His muscular body formed a sharp contrast with his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and he struck a classic JOJO standing pose - "But I got lucky!"

Just as the name implies, before he could use up the last bit of his enthusiasm, he was transported to another world by a flying heavy truck.

Moreover, the timing and object of the time travel were so coincidental that he directly stepped into the door of the secret martial arts world and was only one step away from extraordinary power.

Jia Qi patted his face. Although he didn't know what his aptitude was, he had been practicing for some years, but he was still knocked down in one fell swoop. He must not be a genius.

can.

This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is already in front of him. Shouldn't he risk his life to see the scenery he has never seen before?

Fighting, martial arts, secret martial arts, secret techniques...

These five-body exercises can make every life from the ordinary world crazy about various techniques, various schools, and various inheritances, allowing ordinary humans to transcend the power of their original destiny and ignite a flame called "ambition" in Judge.

A warm current rushed out from deep within the flesh, blood, and bones, and from the ends of the nerves.

Reluctance, resentment, hatred, rage, annoyance, sadness, pain...all kinds of emotions mixed together. It was the resentment of this body before its death that surged up at this time, impacting this soul from another world.

Jia Qi suppressed the pain and forced an awkward smile at himself in the mirror. He stared at the other person with a vulture-like ferocious look that could not be changed, staring at the person in the mirror who was also glaring at him.

At this point, Judge's expression became extremely complicated. He seemed a little happy, a little excited, but also a little sad, a little frustrated, with a hint of timidity mixed in with his expectation. But in the end he just took a deep breath, breathing violently as if he was going to abandon the past and embrace the future.

Then he gave his own promise: "Don't worry... now that I have your body, this won't happen again."

"From today on, I am—you."

He held out his fist.

bump.

Clashing fists with another self.

(End of this chapter)