The process of deification began with the discovery of hidden information in divine objects.

"Theoretically speaking, if you can win seventeen games in a row, you can pay off the 500,000 yuan your father owes in one go, but that's just in theory."

The contract was placed in front of Su Ziye. Huang Long smiled as he watched the other party pick up a pen and sign in the guarantor column.

"What do you mean?"

"The essence of underground boxing is no different from gambling. At the card table, you gamble on luck, while in underground boxing, you gamble on your confidence in your own strength. This kind of unfounded speculation is the most troublesome."

Huang Long lit another cigarette.

"Strength is... the easiest thing to mislead you. A victory is like a tenfold amplifier of confidence. I have never seen someone who has won seventeen consecutive matches stop there, give up the challenge, and keep fighting one match after another, only to give back all the previous victories in the twentieth match, or even... lose their life in the ring."

Huang Long looked into Su Ziye's eyes and revealed a meaningful smile.

"Can you resist that kind of temptation?"

"able."

"Everyone I've met says they can, but when you're actually standing in the ring, fueled by adrenaline, under the spotlight, surrounded by cheers, and tempted by an astonishing sum of money that most people couldn't earn in a lifetime, can you really say... 'That's enough'?"

Su Ziye remained silent. Human nature is always the most complex thing. Under certain circumstances, reason can indeed be suppressed by certain stimuli. No one can escape this.

"But then again, life is a series of gambles from beginning to end, and it all depends on whether you can bear the consequences of losing."

Huang Long smiled.

"In the boxing ring, you can remain anonymous, wear a human skin mask, or wear a regular mask. Should you give yourself a code name?"

"Or do you want to play under your real name? If that's the case, you'll probably receive a public reprimand from your school tomorrow, no, I should say... an expulsion notice."

Su Ziye thought for a few seconds, then checked the box for anonymous.

Write down a single character.

night.

"Tonight at 10 PM, it's your debut performance, the first show of the newcomer. We look forward to your performance."

Huang Long put the contract away with satisfaction.

"I hope everything goes as you wish."

As Su Ziye walked out of the old street, he let out a long sigh of relief and clenched his fists.

"What I couldn't accomplish in my past life, I will resolve completely in this one!"

For two lifetimes, this 500,000 loan has been like a mountain weighing on his life, forcing him to compromise and bow his head countless times!

I dared not stop working during my university years!

During my work, I dared not resign when faced with suppression from my superiors!

I'm too afraid to go to the hospital when I'm sick!

I dare not miss a single moment of perfect attendance!

Overtime work is welcome!

This 500,000 is like a mountain, completely bending the backbone of a family, and this time... he's going to move the mountain!

"I have come to deeply realize how precious opportunities are, and because they are fleeting, we must cherish them all the more while we have them!"

Su Ziye told his mother that he had extra classes at school today, so he didn't go home.

Instead, he deliberately found an empty junkyard where he had previously absorbed lightning-struck wood and completed his first transformation!

"There's still time. We can master as much of the Fudo Myoo's fundamental seal as possible in this afternoon!"

This will greatly enhance his combat power, since the opponents in the boxing ring are not the delicate flowers in the school, but those who have come through blood and fire battles.

To underestimate any opponent is tantamount to disrespecting one's own life!

The cultivation of the Demon-Subduing Seal is actually more about a feeling.

The power of the Wise King to subdue demons lies in wrath; wrath is the core and the foundation!

Su Ziye slowly closed his eyes, then stretched out one hand and clenched it into a fist!

He never lacked sources of anger, whether it was the injustice of the real world, the anger at his father's abandonment, or the humiliation from those high-class students in the elite class!

Beyond that, it was more of an anger that wanted to break free from fate!

hum!

He opened his eyes, and it felt as if a scalding heat was boiling in his forearm, flowing through his veins like magma.

The muscles swelled up, exuding a sense of power!

Pong!

Su Ziye threw a punch, and a loud bang echoed through the air!

He then stepped forward again and threw another punch!

Pong!

His punches were like thunder, their resounding echoes never ceasing!

Su Ziye seemed to see a hazy, pale golden halo surrounding his fist!

He punched a tree, smashing right through an old tree, and his entire arm got stuck in the trunk!

Su Ziye pulled her arm away and gasped for breath!

The Demon-Subduing Seal is meant to provoke anger, for only the angry have the courage to resist injustice!

The Vajra Seal, on the other hand, is about stability, like a mountain. No matter how the world changes or how the wind and clouds move, the mountain simply stands quietly, watching the clouds roll and the flowers bloom and fade, remaining unchanged forever!

Do not be elated by external gains, nor saddened by personal losses; let others be strong as they may, a gentle breeze still caresses the mountain ridge.

These two methods of hand seals place two extremes on the mindset required; the difficulty lies not in mastering them, but in switching between them freely.

"To switch freely between the two hand seals, I need to find that middle ground in my emotions—angry yet resolute..."

Su Ziye closed his eyes and activated his Pure Domain. The flow of his thoughts seemed to transform into lines, and the fluctuations of his emotions were like zigzag lines, making them more visible and more controllable!

The Vajra Subduer, its mudra follows the will of the heart.

Su Ziye stood in a horse stance, looking as if she were asleep, from dawn till dusk!

By the time he arrived at the old street, it was almost time for the appointment.

Huang Long and his two companions were eating around a stone table, which was overflowing with takeout food.

"Hey kid, I thought you were planning to desert your post."

Huang Long shoveled rice into his mouth without looking up as he spoke.

"How long until the show starts?"

Su Ziye stepped forward, grabbed a roasted chicken leg from the table, and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

"Hey kid, you're eating my chicken leg!"

The baseball player said with dissatisfaction.

"Put it on my tab, I'll pay you back when I'm done."

"Hmph! I'm afraid you won't even be able to afford the medical bills after you get the injection."

The baseball player said dismissively.

Su Ziye's mouth was stuffed full of food. He had been training all day and was so hungry that he could eat crocodile stir-fried with elephant.

"There are still five minutes left. If we go now, we might still make it. But if we're late for our debut... the boxing ring will blacklist us."

Huang Long said slowly and deliberately.

"Where have you been? Punctuality is the most important thing in life."

Su Ziye ignored his teasing.

"I was recommended by you. If I'm removed from the list, it won't benefit you either. Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and take me there."

"Tsk."

Huang Long pouted in dissatisfaction.

Su Ziye's words were spot on. After all, how could people like them do something without any benefit? They wouldn't get up early for nothing; that's exactly what they mean by "no one gets up early without a reason."

"Let's go."

Huang Long lit a cigarette, and the three of them got up and walked towards the dilapidated old tile-roofed house.

"There are three entrances in the South District, and this is one of them."

There is a cellar in the old tile-roofed house. Pulling open the iron door of the cellar, you can see a dark passage leading directly underground.

The group walked up the steps one after another. Darkness enveloped their vision. Su Ziye concentrated and immediately activated the Purification Domain. In such an extremely dark environment, it is easy for people to feel insecure.

Within the clean domain, he could quickly detect any unusual movements by the three individuals.

As we descended, a clamor like the waves rose in our ears, and a faint, gradually brightening light began to appear.

"Here, this is for you."

Huang Long pulled a leather mask out of his pocket.

"This is?"

"Put on the one that conceals your identity."

The mask is probably made of the skin of some kind of animal. It feels very similar to human skin. It feels cool to the touch and is very sticky, so it sticks to the cheeks very easily.

It was a Prajna mask, with wide-open, angry eyes, looking somewhat ferocious.

"Alright, it's your turn to go on stage, Night. Don't let me down."

Huang Long and his two companions stood before an iron gate, and from the other side of the gate, the sound, like a tidal wave, grew increasingly intense!

He then reached out and pushed open the iron gate, the blinding light causing Su Ziye to involuntarily close his eyes.

"Stray dogs! Stray dogs! Stray dogs! Stray dogs!"

All around him were roars from all directions, and the surging tides seemed to be completely engulfing Su Ziye!