The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

The "Out-of-Town Club" has delighted countless other people from different hometowns when they first saw its name.

Most of them genuinely believed this was a great place where anyone, regardless of their background—immigrant or British—could sit down and have fun.

As a result, many of them found their way here by following the name.

After their belongings were taken from them, and after facing one or two extremely dangerous situations in the iron cage, or the extremely dangerous fists or blades of other outsiders, their illusions about this club quickly dissipated.

"Ah!" A young man from the Iberian Peninsula stopped what he was doing when he heard the extremely shrill scream in his ear.

He was holding a sharp knife, pressing it against an Italian man who was lying on the ground, the blade almost piercing the throat of the poor man who was covered in blood. But the scream just now did not come from him.

"Bang!" A British man who usually swaggered around and often bossed them around with sticks and knives was slammed hard against the bars of the iron cage they were in.

"You Chinese monkey..."

"Bang!" A very swift punch landed directly on his chest, causing the iron railing to shake violently.

"The Jiuwei acupoint is located seven inches above the navel and half an inch below the xiphoid process. It is a point on the Ren meridian. Strike upon it impacts the abdominal wall arteries and veins, as well as the liver and gallbladder, and vibrates the heart, causing blood stasis and death..."

Zhang Chang'an shook the blood off his gloves and turned to walk to the iron cage.

"Crack!" Zhang Chang'an slapped down, breaking the iron lock that was fastened to the iron cage door.

As the door slowly opened, the dying Italian and the still-shaken young Spaniard were both in a daze.

It wasn't until they were panting heavily and turned to look through the gap in the railing at the British thugs lying on the ground that they realized what was going on.

"Are you grateful?" Zhang Chang'an said, flexing his hands. "Then I'll give you a task: follow this road and lead that Italian under you out. There are our men waiting about three halls away."

After saying this, Zhang Chang'an prepared to continue walking into the inner room, but after thinking for a moment, he turned back and added, "You are free."

The young Spaniard staggered to his feet, but didn't have time to speak.

He didn't actually know much English, but he came from a poor background, so he had to struggle in this foreign land.

Of course, this was also because after Zhang Chang'an finished speaking, he made a gesture to him, urging him to leave quickly.

Zhang Chang'an himself had already stood in front of the next inner hall.

"Clap...clap...clap..." Loud but monotonous applause echoed in the huge hall.

There are no iron cages here. The dueling arena in the middle is a sunken pit-like structure filled with various scrap iron frames and sharp steel pipes, almost like a jungle of iron thorns.

But there wasn't a single thug here. Instead, there was a man wearing an exaggerated top hat, dressed like a gentleman, and sporting a full beard, sitting on the edge of the pit, with a rather luxurious embroidered sofa under his buttocks.

"A fantastic performance. I've captured so many boxers, how come I couldn't find you?" Jacob Kenway raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Chang'an.

Zhang Chang'an's gaze wasn't on him at all, but on the large crater in the middle, which looked like a miniature missile silo.

In the chaotic environment of the pit, there was a lot of blood and rust. Many very fresh corpses were either stuck in the air on steel pipes or lying on the ground, scattered here and there.

The only thing they had in common was that they had all been ripped open by something, with huge wounds and extremely sharp cuts, making it impossible to tell what kind of giant claws or teeth it was, or what kind of enormous bone-chopping force it was.

"Hoo..." Zhang Chang'an adjusted his breathing as he slowly walked into the venue, clenching his fists tightly.

The bones in his hands cracked and popped, and the accumulated power was much, much greater than before.

This is because his Hongmen Body Nourishing Exercise has reached a state of basic completion.

A large part of the credit goes to Uncle Guang.

The Tiger and Crane Dual Forms are compact and powerful, with a firm footing and vocalizations that enhance the force. The techniques and moves are exquisite, but there is one major characteristic: he had not learned them before.

This is not only the key point of Tiger and Crane Double Form, but also one of the key points of almost all Chinese martial arts: striking pressure points.

This technique, which will mainly be applied to traditional Chinese medicine in the future, is something that Uncle Guang is naturally very familiar with, but he has only just begun to learn it.

Fortunately, if it's only used for hitting people, you don't need to study it too deeply. Just memorizing the names of many acupoints will naturally increase the power of his techniques and moves.

Zhang Chang'an's new knowledge in this area played a crucial role in his advance.

However, he had already seen today's gladiatorial match in the first arena, so he had already confirmed the location of the Italian he was looking for. He had already rescued him in the previous arena, but he was not in a hurry to leave.

His main objective was the person right in front of him.

Jacob Kenway, a notorious racist at Bloodsand Corporation.

Zhang Chang'an fought his way in and has already taken care of most of his men, but it is still uncertain whether he has any reinforcements.

So after finding the debtor, he needed to come here to cover for him.

Secondly, along the way, he had met countless people with Asian faces, just like him.

Many people, while being beaten and bruised, were also forced to stain their own hands with blood. Many survived, but were left with permanent disabilities.

There were many more people whom Zhang Chang'an simply couldn't save in time...

Just like in this huge pit, among the numerous corpses that have been disemboweled or whose bodies are covered in blood and gore, at least half of them... are Chinese.

"What, you've seen one of your own kind? Sorry, my pet just prefers to eat your kind. Maybe it's because your appearance reminds him of his ancestors eating monkeys in the forest."

"Bang bang bang!" Zhang Chang'an decisively drew his pistol, instantly aiming the muzzle at Jacob across the pit. Enraged, he fired several shots without hesitation, piercing Jacob's shoulder in the blink of an eye.

"Bang!" The Jacob, whose body was half-stained with blood, flipped over the sofa he was sitting on, and with a flip, he blocked the remaining bullets by leaning against the seat.

As Zhang Chang'an circled around the edge of the pit, he continued to raise his hand and fire. His steps were as fast as lightning, and his anger was boiling over.

"Damn it!" Zhang Chang'an cursed fiercely, but quickly turned away.

He wished he could hang Jacob on the rusty steel bar in the pit below right now and then unleash all the weapons he had on him.

However, his hunting instincts, along with Jacob's words, reminded him of something: he should indeed come here to cover their retreat, because while the guy didn't seem to have any other henchmen, he did have one more: his pet.

"Click!" As Zhang Chang'an continued running around the crater, he decisively inserted a special bullet into the wall chamber.

"Boom!" A violent burst of fire erupted behind him, illuminating a gaping maw that lunged out of the darkness, close at hand, large enough to swallow half a person whole.