Could it be that even a place like Chijin Town, a place with simple folk customs and pious beliefs, has evil followers?
This shocking speculation has made many townspeople worried and sleepless nights.
Sure enough, in the second half of the night, news came from the Fist Temple - someone reported and caught an evil disciple.
Still, everyone got the stolen goods, and an evil, weak, and dirty piece of machinery was seized on the spot.
Now, the cracks in the sky had a reasonable explanation.
However, the townspeople became more and more panicked and angry.
Everyone gnashed their teeth, hammered their chests with their fists, and loudly cursed the damn evil followers.
Why should they introduce the power of demons to bring great consequences to this glorious town?
shame and disaster.
In order to calm the emotions of the townspeople, the Fist Temple decided overnight to hold a public trial of this evil cultist in the morning.
As the news spread, as soon as dawn arrived, a large number of people from all over the town, including teams out for hunting and training, and even other towns within a hundred miles, swarmed in and surrounded the altar of the Fist Temple in the center of Chijin Town.
There was a buzz of people, and everyone was standing on tiptoe, waiting to see the evil disciples receive their due judgment.
At this time, the sky had just turned blue.
That crack is still lying in the sky.
It seems to remind people all the time of the wrath of the Boxing God.
As day and night turn, the sky changes color and the cracks shift in color.
In the dark night, it is dazzlingly white.
At dawn, as the morning glow shines brightly and the sky becomes blood red, it turns as pink as a baby's lips.
Now, the sky is getting bluer and bluer, and the cracks are becoming more and more transparent.
If you don't look carefully, they look like a faint mist, or a scar that has long since healed.
——But no matter how transparent and dim it is, the cracks still exist, just like the scars can never be smoothed away.
Gus looked at the cracks in the sky and felt that he also had such a scar on his heart.
His heart was about to burst.
That's not how it was supposed to be, Gus said to himself.
Ever since he reported his classmate's crime of hiding machinery last night, it was like he was involved in a turbulent torrent.
Everything was changing and progressing rapidly, completely beyond his control.
Gus is a thin and shy boy who is very delicate and a bit shorter than his peers.
In an arm wrestling match at Iron Fist School, even his classmates who are two years younger than him can easily defeat him.
His character is timid and kind.
When he goes hunting, even if he encounters a harmless herbivorous beast that is injured and lying on the ground, it is difficult to kill him.
In the boxing world where martial arts is respected and iron fist is the king, such a physique and character are naturally ridiculed and ridiculed, and life in school and town is quite difficult.
Even so, Gus swore that he would never report his classmates because of "jealousy" or "hatred" - he came from the bottom of his heart and wanted to help his classmates get rid of the demons and return to Iron Fist.
The way!
But why...
Gus saw more and more people gathering in front of the Fist Temple.
The masters and apprentices from the major boxing gyms in the town, the classmates from the Iron Fist School, the hunters wearing animal skins and covered in blood, the wandering boxing fighters with bulging temples and dusty faces, all of them were watching the boxing with intent.
A makeshift judgment seat was set up outside the temple.
Look at him too.
Gus seemed to hear them sneer and point at him.
Gus was flustered, turned around and lowered his head, trying to run away, but bumped into the black iron statue in front of the hall.
This is a towering and majestic statue.
It depicts a scene of a strong man with bulging muscles, like a god descending from the earth, standing on a giant bear, holding a dying python in his left hand, and carrying a lion's head in his right hand.
Although it is only carved from black rock, the violent, tyrannical, and overbearing power still seeps out from the depths of the rock, like an eternal torch that has burned for tens of thousands of years.
This is the statue of the Boxing God, the master and protector of this world.
It was tens of thousands of years ago, before the God of Boxing shattered the void and turned into a god.
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He walked on the earth in the name of "Boxing King", slaying demons and saving all sentient beings.
Gus trembled all over and looked at the boxing god.
The statue of the Boxing God also looked at him expressionlessly, as if two hard gazes shot out from the black rock, piercing his soul.
Gus's soul screamed.
He believes in the boxing god.
He could swear that there was no one in the entire Chijin Town who believed in and served the Boxing God as devoutly as he did.
Although his talent is mediocre, no, his talent is extremely bad, and he has no training potential at all.
He has been in the Iron Fist School for more than ten years, but he has not been able to successfully graduate, join major boxing gyms, and even be underestimated by himself time and time again.
Years old, three or five years old , the seven or eight-year-old child fell to the ground, even if he couldn't even hit the most fragile low-level boxing target with one punch - he didn't have the slightest doubt about the way of the iron fist, let alone the slightest dirty thoughts.
To use forbidden machinery and steam power.
But now, he is really confused.
Is he right or wrong in reporting his classmates?
Three days later, the sun became more and more intense, like a hot javelin, piercing the earth and people.
The crowd was commotion and roaring as the evil disciples were pushed out from the Fist Temple.
"Pooh!"
"Shame on you!"
"No matter how weak you are, you shouldn't use machines.
Is this still a human being?"
"Evil devils and heretics, everyone will find them and kill them!"
Gus heard people yelling.
Even the most amiable old lady tried to spit out dozens of meters and onto the face of the evil Taoist.
Gus didn't dare to look at the current appearance of his classmate "Qin Yi" who was reported by him.
But as he was so close, the strong smell of blood rushed into his nostrils like fire, forcing him to look again.
"ah!"
Just one look almost gave Gus a nightmare.
It was only in the middle of the night that Qin Yi was handed over to the Fist Temple.
The poor evil Taoist had been tortured to the point of dying and was no longer human.
He was tied to an "X"-shaped execution rack with his hands and feet spread apart.
His skin was torn and bloody, and there was no good piece of meat on his body.
Half of his face was swollen as if it was going to explode, and the other half of his face looked like it had been beaten.
The claws of a wolf dog or an eagle tore hard, and the crumbling teeth with their pus-filled pulp were exposed.
When they came into contact with the air, he winced in pain.
Qin Yi originally lowered his head and looked unconscious.
As if hearing Gus's voice, Qin Yi raised his head slightly and used all his strength to barely open one eye.
The pupil clogged with blood burst out with a sad light, piercing Gus's heart, as if in the latter's ear, He screamed like a devil in the eighteenth level of hell: "Why, I obviously saved you, why did you betray me?"