"Qianyuan City!"
A stone raised a thousand ripples. The townspeople began to clamor again.
Just as Lei Lie said, Qianyuan City was a big city in the north. It was the center of fist arts within a thousand kilometers and the place favored by the Fist God. It was at least a hundred times larger than the Red Gold Town, and the level of the Fist God Palace was much higher than that of the Red Gold Town.
Even Qianyuan City had been infiltrated by the power of machines and steam. It was not hard to imagine how bad the situation had become. Was the Fist God's world, which had been peaceful for ten thousand years, going to be disturbed again?
"Everybody, please calm down. I've sent three teams to Qianyuan City to inform the Fist God Palace there," Lei Lie said loudly.
Lei Lie said in a clear voice, "Qianyuan City has nine Iron Fist Schools, hundreds of fist art schools, and dozens of Firmament Realm Grandmasters guarding it. How could it be so easy to be destroyed by the evil path?
"I believe that the priests and the masters of the Fist God Palace in Qianyuan City will certainly uproot the believers of the mechanical demons and steam demons after they learn the news.
"If so, the Red Gold Town, which was the first to discover the traces of evil, will be the greatest contributor. We will certainly be rewarded greatly from Qianyuan City.
"In fact, I just got the news from the Fist Godly Palace in the Qianyuan City last month. Now, the highest holy palace in the Fist Godly Palace has already noticed the problem of the demons. The rewards for reporting, assisting in the investigation, and capturing the evil path followers have been greatly increased. If we really help the Qianyuan City capture a large number of evil path followers and even destroy the altars and nests of the Mechanical Demons and the Steam Demons, the rewards will definitely be more than you can imagine.
"Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures that can be used to cleanse the marrow and be reborn, brand-new moves created by the grandmasters of Qianyuan City, and even a chance to study in the famous fist arts schools in Qianyuan City … By then, we will hold a martial arts competition in the Red Gold Town. Everybody will compete for the rewards fairly!"
Everybody was in an uproar after hearing that.
They had only come to watch the fun. They did not expect such benefits.
The world of the God of Fist respected martial arts, and strength was the most important wealth. The chance to gain strength was enough to make all the townspeople more devoted to the God of Fist and more convinced by the God of Fist's messenger in the human world, Priest Lei Lie.
With a large amount of rewards as a foundation, there was much less resistance when Lei Lie pushed out his own nephew, Gus.
Although many of the townspeople knew that Gus was a well-known good-for-nothing in the town and that he was just a pile of mud that couldn't be helped, they didn't say anything about the rewards that Gus would receive. Firstly, it was because of his dead father, who was once the strongest man in the town, "Glenn". Secondly, it was because he could bring so many rewards to the town. Thirdly, it was because of the power of Priest Lei Lie. Therefore, they didn't say much about the rewards that Gus would receive. After all, this kid was lucky enough to be the first one to discover the evil path.
Gus was in a daze. His eyes were filled with Qin Yi's ghostly image, and his ears were filled with Qin Yi's screams.
He felt like vomiting and was at his uncle's mercy like a puppet. He could vaguely hear his uncle praising his contributions vividly. He even said that the clues he had unintentionally discovered were because he was extremely vigilant and had taken the initiative to follow Qin Yi. That was how he had exposed the evil path's mask.
Gus was taken aback. He felt that everyone's eyes were like sharp blades stabbing into his body.
He wanted to refute, but his shoulders were pressed tightly by his uncle's large hands. His entire body was sore and numb, and he couldn't move.
Gus felt like he was in a steamer, and every day felt like a year.
He only wanted to wait until the end of the trial so that he could escape home and hide in his bed for three days and three nights.
Just as he was in a daze, he suddenly heard a beast-like roar from the crowd.
"Burn him! Burn him! Burn him! "
The crowd was like hungry beasts, pointing at Qin Yi and shouting in unison.
The trial was over.
Next was the verdict and … execution.
Gus was shocked. He didn't expect the verdict to be so serious. Oh god, he thought that Qin Yi would at most be sentenced to hard labor or banishment!
If I had known, if I had known, he, he, he, he, he, he!
The firewood soaked in grease was quickly piled up under the execution rack.
Qin Yi's jaw was dislocated by Lei Lie with a heavy hand, and his mouth was stuffed with a large pile of rags. He couldn't make a single sound. He could only stare at Gus with a look of despair that was close to calmness.
"May the flames cleanse your filthy body, and the God of Fists forgive your weak soul."
The flames burned quickly.
Qin Yi was burned into a toad full of blisters by the burning grease.
Gus felt that his internal organs were also burning crazily.
He couldn't watch it anymore.
Ignoring the excited roars of the townspeople and his uncle's surprised gaze, he pushed the crowd and squeezed out.
Gus ran with all his might, trying to escape the air that was filled with the smell of burning.
Tears flowed out uncontrollably. He didn't know if it was because of regret, shame, or fear.
He wanted to keep running like this, run out of town, and be abandoned by the whole world.
However, he crashed head-first into a solid iron wall and fell flat on his back. Blood gushed out of his nose.
Gus rubbed his eyes and nose and found a black wall above his head.
It was a young man who was about his age but at least three times stronger than him.
His muscles bulged in anger, and his veins were like dragons baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. The flames spewing out of the young man's eyes were even hotter than the flames that were burning Qin Yi.
His name was Qin Yong, Qin Yi's elder brother and Gus's former classmate.
It was a convention in the World of Boxing that children, regardless of gender, would be sent to the Iron Fist School to cultivate when they were three to five years old.
There was no limit to the age of graduation. As long as one could pass the trial of 'Ironmen Alley', one could graduate no matter how young one was. They would be promoted to a higher level of fist technique and undergo more arduous fist technique cultivation.
Qin Yong was the same age as Gus and had spent a few years in the Iron Fist School with Gus.
However, he was a fist technique genius. In just five years, he had passed Ironmen Alley and entered the most powerful 'Eagle Boxing Dojo' in town to cultivate. It was said that he would be able to complete his apprenticeship this year and travel the world as a 'free boxer', creating his own world.
Gus, on the other hand, kept repeating. Every time he entered Ironmen Alley, he would be beaten out with a bloody nose and a swollen face.
The gap between their former classmates was getting wider and wider. The two of them had originally minded their own business and had no relationship with each other.
However, because of Qin Yong's younger brother, Gus's current classmate, Qin Yi, they bumped into each other again.
Qin Yi was suffering on the stake. He was being burned so badly that he was creaking.
Qin Yong's teeth and finger bones were making terrifying sounds, too. Looking at his eyes that were surging with blood, he could not wait to skin Gus alive.
Next to him were a few of Qin Yong's good brothers, who were also Gus's former classmates. They were all staring at him with angry and disdainful eyes.
Gus's legs were weak. He did not dare to stand up or look into Qin Yong's eyes. He explained in a panic, "Qin Yong, I — I didn't do it on purpose. I —"
"You don't have to say anything. My brother deserved it. The Qin family has to thank you for finding him in time and helping his soul to get rid of the demons," Qin Yong said grimly.
Qin Yong said gloomily, one word after another, "Gus, you are truly the most devout believer of the Fist God. I hope that the Fist God will bless you so that you can perceive the path of the Iron Fist as soon as possible instead of the garbage you are right now. I also hope that you can always pass the test of the Fist God and never fall into evil like my brother.
"Otherwise, my brother's ending will be your tomorrow!"
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