Could it be that even the Red Gold Town, a simple and pious place, had a member of the evil sect?
The shocking speculation worried many of the townspeople and made them unable to sleep at night.
As expected, in the second half of the night, a message came from the Fist Godly Palace. Someone reported that a member of the evil sect had been caught.
The person was caught red-handed. An evil, weak, and dirty machine was seized on the spot.
Now, there was a reasonable explanation for the cracks in the sky.
The townspeople became more and more panicked and angry. Everyone clenched their teeth and hammered their chests with their fists. They loudly cursed those damned evil path disciples. Why did they have to bring in the power of demons? Why did they have to bring in such a great disgrace and disaster to this glorious town?
To calm the townspeople down, the Fist Godly Palace decided that the evil sect member would be publicly judged in the morning.
When the news spread, dawn had just arrived. All the townspeople, including the teams that had gone out for hunting and training, and even the other towns within a radius of one hundred square kilometers, swarmed to the altar of the Fist Godly Palace at the center of the Red Gold Town.
It was a boiling cauldron of voices. Everyone stood on their tiptoes, waiting to see the evil path disciples receive their due judgment. At this time, the sky had just turned a deep blue.
The crack was still in the sky.
It seemed to be a constant reminder of the wrath of the Fist God.
As day and night alternated, the sky changed color, and so did the color of the crack.
In the dark night, it was dazzling white.
At dawn, as the sun shone and the sky turned blood red, it turned pink like a baby's lips.
Now, the sky was getting bluer and bluer, and the crack was getting more and more transparent. If one did not look at it carefully, they would think that it was a faint mist or a scar that had healed long ago.
But no matter how transparent and dim it was, the crack was still there, like a scar that could never be erased.
Looking at the crack in the sky, Gus felt that there was such a scar on his heart, too.
His heart was about to crack open.
It shouldn't have been like this, Gus said in his heart.
Since he reported his classmate's crime of hiding a machine last night, he felt that he had been involved in a turbulent torrent. Everything was changing and progressing so fast that it was completely out of his control.
Gus was a thin and shy teenager. He looked very delicate and was a bit shorter than his peers. In the Iron Fist School, even his classmates who were two years younger than him could easily beat him in arm wrestling.
His personality was cowardly and kind. When he went out to hunt, even if he encountered an injured herbivore that was not dangerous, it was very difficult for him to kill it.
In the world of the Fist God, where martial arts were respected and iron fists were king, such a body and personality were naturally mocked and taunted. His life in the school and the town was not easy.
Even so, Gus swore that he did not report his classmate because of 'jealousy' or 'hatred'. He sincerely wanted to help his classmate get rid of the demons so that he could return to the path of the iron fist!
But, why …
Gus saw more and more people gathering in front of the Fist God Palace.
The masters and apprentices of the big boxing clubs in the town, the students of the Iron Fist School, the hunters who were wearing animal skins and covered in blood, and the wandering fighters who had bulging temples and were travel-worn were all staring at the trial platform that had been temporarily built outside the Fist God Palace.
She looked at him too.
Gus seemed to have heard them mocking and pointing at him.
In a panic, Gus turned around and lowered his head, trying to run away, but he bumped into the black iron statue in front of the temple.
It was a towering and majestic statue.
It depicted a muscular man who looked like a god descending from the heavens. He was standing on a giant bear, holding a struggling python in his left hand, and a lion's head in his right hand.
Although it was only made of black rocks, the violent, powerful, and dominating power still leaked out of the rocks and burned for more than ten thousand years like an inextinguishable torch.
It was the statue of the Fist God, the dominator and protector of the world.
It was what the Fist God looked like when he walked on the earth under the name of 'A Boxing Champion', slaying demons and saving lives before he entered the Divinity Transformation Stage.
Gus shivered and stared at the Fist God.
The statue of the Fist God stared at him emotionlessly, as if two tough eyes were shooting out of the black rocks and piercing his soul.
Gus' soul shrieked.
He believed in the Fist God.
He dared to swear that nobody in the entire Red Gold Town believed and served the Fist God as piously as he did.
Although his talents were mediocre — no, extremely bad — and he did not have the slightest potential for training. He had stayed in the Iron Fist School for more than ten years, but he still failed to graduate and join the major boxing clubs. He was even beaten to the ground by the kids who were three years younger than him time and time again. Even though he could not even blow up the most vulnerable low-level boxing target with one punch, he did not have the slightest doubt about the path of the iron fist, nor did he have the slightest dirty thought about using the forbidden power of machines and steam.
But right now, he was truly confused. Was it right or wrong for him to report his classmate?
The sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight was more and more intense. It pierced the ground and the people like scorching spears.
The crowd was in an uproar and roared. The evil disciples had been pushed out of the Fist God's Temple.
"Damn!"
"Shame!"
"No matter how weak he is, he shouldn't have used machines. Is he still a human being?"
"Everybody has the right to kill evil people!"
Gus heard people cursing.
Even the most amiable old granny circulated her Qi and tried to spit at the Corrupt path's disciple's face.
Gus did not dare look at his classmate, Qin Yi, whom he had reported.
But at such a close distance, the strong smell of blood rushed into his nostrils like a flame, forcing him to look.
"Argh!"
After just one look, Gus almost had a nightmare.
It had only been half the night since he handed Qin Yi to the Fist God's Temple, but the poor evil disciple had already been tortured to the point where he could barely breathe.
His hands and feet were tied to an X-shaped execution rack. His skin was torn, and his flesh was mangled. There was not a single piece of undamaged flesh on his body. Half of his face was so swollen that it looked like it was going to explode, and the other half of his face looked like it had been torn apart by a dog or an eagle's claws. His shaky teeth were exposed to the air, and he was in so much pain that he twitched.
Qin Yi's head was lowered and he looked like he was unconscious.
As if he heard Gus's voice, Qin Yi raised his head slightly and used all his strength to force one of his eyes open. His pupils, which were blocked by blood, shone with a piercing light that pierced Gus's heart. It was as if he was hearing the screams of ghosts from the eighteenth level of hell. "Why? I saved you. Why did you betray me?"
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